The power name is too shameful, I can't say it

Probably seeing the threat in my eyes, Mr. Dazai smiled and helped his students out: "Little Jasmine, don't be angry, everyone cares about you."

After humming lightly, I adjusted my expression and sat down obediently.

Seeing me like this, Mr. Dazai smiled again. His eyebrows and eyes are curved and beautiful, but it makes me want to activate supernatural powers and die with him.

It's just that there are so many people, and it's impossible for me to restart my supernatural ability, so I can only let them go first.

And forget about the little tiger, Mr. Dazai is really dangerous.

If he did something to trick me, wouldn't he be cheating?

So no matter if this son is not wanted, I made the correct optimal solution from the heart.

After the traffic jam ended, the rest of the road was much smoother, and we soon arrived at the downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency.

Instead of going upstairs with everyone, I walked into the Vortex Cafe on the first floor under the pretext of being hungry.

Revenge is a matter for the future, what is more important now is to fill the stomach.

While waiting for the meal, I changed into a chef uniform and walked into the pastry room.

After the detective agency moved here, for the sake of convenience, my father and brother Ranpo often brought me here for dinner.

The shop owner Mrs. Tamako, who is a pastry chef, liked me very much. After she found out that I was interested in making cakes, she accepted me as a junior apprentice.

Not only desserts, but also some simple home cooking.

For me, coming to the store is like coming home.

Mrs. Yuzi was not here, so I glanced at the inventory in the store and the semi-finished products in the refrigerator, took out the butter from the refrigerator, cut them into small pieces, and kneaded them into the noodles with my hands.

Although my appearance has not changed, the system will assign me an identity after putting me in the small world.

According to the system, if you want to be someone's father, you must be a good father who can do everything, and will provide me with some help at the beginning.

The beginning of everything is in the first world, because I already know a little bit, plus the consideration of grasping the cub's stomach to get away with the cub's heart, I think I need to have a good cooking skill of 24 filial piety.

At that time, I filled in the selection in this way, so at the beginning of the first world, I directly obtained a dessert shop and became the store manager and chief pastry chef.

In the supplementary logical chain, I was able to open a shop and became a graduate of Yuanyue Tea Lao Food Science Park, and gained countless cooking postures and body muscle memory.

In that small world, the food I make will glow and stand up!

Although after changing the world without the blessing of the power of strange laws, the food I make will not shine, but I have learned a lot of new skills in the processing of ingredients. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that I am a generation of chefs.

Good cooking skills have also helped me a lot in many cases.

It's just that these are just a memory loaded by the system, which belongs to castles in the air.

In reality, my body has not undergone so much training, and I have no muscle memory to make mistakes like in the morning.

Take it with an extra spoonful of salt, this kind of mistake is such a shame that if it had been in school I doubt I would have been expelled.

Now, feel the fusion of butter and flour.

I moved faster and faster, sure my technique has really improved a lot.

After the flour and butter are fully blended, I put them in oiled paper and rolled them to a suitable thickness, then put them in the refrigerator to stand.

Seeing that I used some tricks to omit part of the standing time in the traditional method, Teacher Yuzi who brought my lunch over sighed helplessly, "You're really lazy, little Jasmine."

Before I could protest that there was no problem at all, she smiled again and said, "However, your movement skills have improved a lot."

After being praised by Teacher Yuzi, I filled my stomach with joy, and continued to use the tricks I got from memory to make a tapi with straight edges and a very professional appearance.

The pie needs to be placed in the refrigerator for an hour before going into the oven.

I said hello to Mr. Yuzi, changed my clothes and went upstairs to the Armed Detective Agency.

The people with supernatural powers are still in the meeting, only a few clerks are sitting here to deal with the paperwork at hand, and they look very busy.

I smiled at them as a greeting.

Come to Brother Ranbu's position and enter the password - my birthday, the day we met.

I opened his safe and a large pile of thick pastries fell out. I looked through the ingredient list and put away some that were not suitable for excessive consumption.

Put all these in Father's office. If brother Luanbu needs food, he can go there to get it.

After clearing most of the table, I opened a pile of documents that needed to be processed, and helped everyone.

These are things that Luanbu brother thinks are too simple and too lazy to deal with. I didn't take it too seriously. I also opened a cooking video while dealing with it, trying to see the technology of the world's top colleagues.

When the sound of footsteps reached me, I turned off the screen with a shake of my hand.

Looking back, I found that the person who came was not Brother Ranbu.

Dazai-san, who left the conference room, came to me and tapped the table lightly.

Afterwards, he flipped through the documents I had processed, and then praised with a smile: "That's right, Jasmine's speed of handling the paperwork has become faster, I can give you more work in the future, and Jasmine will help."

I gave him a big roll of the eyes, but Mr. Dazai was not angry, he made a face at me roguely, then returned to his seat and lay down on his stomach, shaking his head.

In fact, I have already curtailed the speed of processing files. Counting the time I spend making desserts downstairs, these should be just right.

However, I was reminded by Mr. Dazai to put down my pen and start staring at the cooking video in a daze.

After I restarted it downstairs, the system voice that had been silent all the time rang in my head at this moment: {Master, don't you think he looks familiar? ]

Does it look familiar?Although the first time I saw Mr. Dazai, I felt amazing, but I really don't think he looks familiar.

Thinking this way, I was perfunctory to the system: "A good-looking person always has many similarities, and he is so good-looking, you will naturally become familiar with him after seeing him too much." '

The light screen of the system I perfunctory flickered and adjusted a certain file: [You really don’t think they are very similar. ]

This is the archive of a certain world that I failed to conquer before, and it is the proof that I have been there.

If you look carefully now, the young lady in kimono in the picture really looks like Mr. Dazai in the ten thousand year camel trench coat.

I have a problem with my memory, I forgot what happened before I was picked up by Brother Ranbu.

I just remember that I was walking alone in the boundless fog, and finally met Brother Ranbu.

Since I can forget the past, naturally I won't remember those raiders who made me fail.

Anyway, they are not very important content.

It's cruel to say it, but it's the truth.

I can remember the cooking skills in the first world, but I am gradually forgetting the faces and names of the lovers in the first world.

I don't remember any more of the losers in the back, except for Mr. Chuya last night.

Fortunately, there is a record in the system and a lot of data has been dug out.

Looking back on my memory, I finally remembered that the young lady seemed to be Shuji Tsushima, the young master of a rich family.

In that world, the unreliable system arranged for me to be his housekeeper's daughter, and I learned a lot of caring skills.

Who wants to take care of a little kid.

Originally, I refused, but Xiaozheng is so cute and has a very shy personality...

After observing him secretly for a few days, I thought I would succeed, but when I touched him, I died suddenly.

Then the system flashed a bunch of mosaics, and I couldn't see anything clearly in that world, so I failed directly.

In the end, the system interface gave me an error message, as if the file was accidentally dead while playing a game, and I didn't take that file directly to a black screen.

Thinking about it now, is my sudden death and black screen a conflict of the power of rules?The body synthesized with supernatural powers was directly erased by the disqualification of the world...

Impossible, if it is true, I have left a deep psychological shadow on Mr. Dazai.

When we first met, he didn't show it either.

As if sensing my gaze, Mr. Dazai raised his head from his seat, and he smiled with an unknown light in his iris-colored eyes.

At this time, my mobile phone alarm clock rang,

Ah, it's time. Thinking of the tapi in the refrigerator, I closed my notebook and ran down.

Teacher Yuzi has already preheated the oven for me. When the pie was baked, I skillfully filled it with the basil lemon sauce that had been prepared in the store.

After filling the basil lemon tart, Teacher Yuzi nodded after tasting one: "Little Jasmine has made great progress. This taste has improved from full marks in home economics to the point where she can open her own shop as a teacher."

I also took a bite of the crispy pastry, and thought it was ordinary and delicious.

Moreover, my work was also sold in the store before, and Teacher Yuzi also praised me for doing a good job. Why is it now an amateur level.

Although I think this is normal and definitely not as exaggerated as she said, Teacher Yuzi feels that such a big improvement must be made for everyone.

She called the waitress for help, packed all the baked products, and motioned me to write my names on them one by one.

I packed the parts for the detective agency except Dazai-san.

After discovering my omission, the clerk's eyes widened: "Why don't you prepare a copy for Mr. Dazai, this time the finished product is really great, maybe he will like it."

It's not that I hate him, and it's definitely not because of his retaliation for rubbing my hair, and it's not because of that Master Tsushima.

I just don't think he would like to eat this unless I'm willing to sprinkle a little MSG or slice some crab meat on it.

I reject this strange taste of basil lemon tart.

"His share is here." I pointed to the remaining ones that were going to be put in the window.

Don't waste Mr. Dazai's share, sell it to people who will like and appreciate this simple and pure food.

In addition to deducting the cost of my raw materials, the proceeds from the sale have another purpose after Mr. Dazai came to the detective agency, and part of it will be used to settle the bill for Mr. Dazai.

On his birthday, I count his performance for the year and take a charge off his bill.

Mr. Dazai did not refuse my help, and occasionally he would do me a little favor, this is a little secret between me and him.