Chapter 1021
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It didn't take long for the enchanting maid to come back, followed by a figure in a black tuxedo. This was a middle-aged man with pale skin, dark blue eyes, deep eye sockets, and a high nose bridge, which made his cheeks have a very three-dimensional outline. He was very handsome.
His face was indifferent as he looked at Dean for a moment. He took the certificate from the guide knight and looked at it. Dean's identity information was recorded on it. He nodded slightly. "Senior chef? My salary here is only 20 silver coins a month. Are you willing? "
Dean's face showed disappointment. He hesitated: "Can, can I add a little more?"
The middle-aged butler frowned slightly. He pondered for a moment and said: "Considering that you are a senior chef, I will raise your salary by 5 silver coins. If you are willing, you can stay. If not, you can leave."
Dean hesitated for a moment and finally showed a determined look. "I am willing."
The middle-aged butler slightly raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised. His dark blue eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at Dean. "Why? With your conditions, you should be able to find a better place. "
"I am in urgent need of money." Dean lowered his head. It seemed that it was difficult for him to speak. His hands kept rubbing his clothes. He looked very restrained and nervous.
The middle-aged butler's eyes showed a flash of understanding. He indifferently said: "Let's make it clear in advance that you have to work here for at least a year. You can't leave halfway. Otherwise, you should know the price of violating the labor contract. However, since you are in urgent need of money, I can predict your salary for three months in advance. What do you think?"
Dean showed a look of great joy and looked at him gratefully. "Thank you, sir!"
The butler indifferently smiled and said to the maid next to him: "Angela, take him to the kitchen. By the way, see his cooking skills. It just so happens that the second miss is hungry. Let him make a pastry and send it to her."
"Yes, butler." The charming maid smiled and nodded. Then she winked at Dean playfully. "Mr. Chef, please come with me."
Dean blushed. He bowed his head and followed her step by step.
Angela took Dean through the hall to the back of the hall. They went around several rooms and passed through a door. The kitchen was at the back of the building.
As soon as Dean entered the kitchen, he saw three people in chef's clothes sitting on wooden benches in the open space outside the kitchen playing cards. Seeing Angela's arrival, the three of them were shocked. They hurriedly stood up and said respectfully, "Greetings, Miss Angela. Why are you here?"
Angela glanced at the three and slightly frowned. "Why? Can't I come here?"
The three hurriedly waved their hands. One of them laughed and said: "Of course you can come here, Miss Angela. You are still as beautiful as usual. Hey, who is this person?"
Angela was already immune to his flattery. With a calm expression, she waved her hand and said, "This is the new chef. He's younger than you, but he's a high-level chef. You should learn from him in the future. Now, get out of here. I want to see his culinary skills."
The three of them looked at Dean in surprise. They didn't expect the youth in linen clothes to be a senior chef. The three of them heard Angela's words. Their eyes flashed as they looked at each other. They smiled and bowed their heads to leave.
After the three left, Angela closed the kitchen door and walked to Dean with enchanting steps. She gently raised her hand and lifted Dean's chin. Her snow-white cheeks were full of charm. She stretched out her sexy tongue and licked her lips. "Mr. Chef, you are so handsome!"
Dean was startled. He saw the desire in her eyes. His fingers slightly clenched, but soon loosened. He blushed and said: "Miss Angela, you are joking. What dish do you want me to cook to prove my cooking skills?"
Angela grinned and turned to Dean's cheek. Their lips almost touched. Dean could smell the strong fragrance from her body, which made him feel strangely excited. He leaned back slightly and reluctantly smiled: "Miss Angela, you seem to be too close."
Angela saw Dean's shy look, and her eyes lit up. She used her fingers to lift Dean's chin and said in a soft voice: "The dish to prove that you are a chef is in front of you. Don't you want to taste it?"
Dean smiled bitterly in his heart: "Miss Angela, if we don't make pastries quickly, will the second miss wait too long?"
Angela's upper body was leaning on Dean's body. Her body was soft and warm. Her fingers gently tapped on Dean's chest. She was very playful and had a fatal temptation. "Mr. Chef, don't you want it? I am like this. Don't you understand my mind? Do you like to be passive? "She looked up at Dean.
Dean sighed in his heart and hugged her body: "Of course I like to take the initiative."
Angela felt that she was strangled by Dean's arm, and her eyes showed a bit of intoxication. She said, "I like you like this …" Her words stopped abruptly, and her head hung down on Dean's shoulder. Her body also softened.
Dean gently put her body to the side. His face had returned to indifference like ice. He turned to the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet. He washed his hands several times and then turned off the faucet. He looked at the kitchen. It could be seen that the technology of the entire Giant Wall of Berga was widespread. In Sylvia, water needed to be scooped from the well.
But here, underground water pipes and pumps were used.
Dean opened the cabinet and found flour and some ingredients. He began to cook in the kitchen.
Soon, a steamed western style pastry came out of the oven. He turned and opened the kitchen door. Three figures fell in. They were the previous three chefs.
The three hurriedly climbed up and quickly looked around. They saw Angela lying on the ground and seemed to be asleep. They were surprised but soon recovered and said in an embarrassed tone: "He-how are you?"
Dean frowned as he saw the eyes of the three chefs. He suddenly remembered that he had overlooked something. He stood in front of Angela and asked: "What kind of pastry does Miss Angela like?"
"Sweet, sweet." The three quickly said.
Dudian nodded, pulled up the kitchen door and slammed it shut.
Then, he turned around and pushed aside Angela's clothes on the floor, making her look disheveled. He then got up to wash his hands and made another pastry. This time, he added a lot of sugar and fruit juice. After he was done, he opened the kitchen door.
The three chefs were sitting not far away. They stretched their heads and looked through the door. They didn't look carefully before. But now they saw that Angela's clothes were obviously fiddled with. The outline of her chest was clearly visible. It was very attractive.
The three chefs came over and gave a thumbs up to Dean: "Brother, you are amazing."
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