Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

The light brain's message only forced to jump out of reading for three seconds, and soon the light screen was turned off.

Ling Huan didn't take it to heart. He only made an appointment with Director Qin to meet in the afternoon. The name of the place marked in red with the brain was very strange, and it should be impossible for him to go here.

The bright and translucent shrimp was treated with scallion and **** to remove the flavor, and then wrapped in flour, put it in a pot that was already heated and oiled, Ling Huan took an egg and nibble on the side of the bowl, obviously feeling the force of his right hand The control is just right, and a smooth line is neatly split from the edge of the eggshell.

The chef stood nervously on the side, only blinking his eyes slightly, and found that Ling Huan had separated the egg white and the yolk in the next second and began to stir evenly, but he had not seen the previous step clearly.

I don't know whether Ling Huan looks fancy or really has a skill or two. The chef took two steps forward and took a small bottle of white powder from the seasoning rack and put it next to Ling Huan.

"Master Ling, you forgot to take this just now."

Ling Huan glanced, "What is this?"

The chef finally found Ling Huan’s knowledge blind spot. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained, “This is the fragrance powder, which is used to maintain the fragrance. Just sprinkle a little bit on it. It will react with the color of the dish and increase the smell by ten. Times."

Although the taste is not as good as the same nutrient solution, as a dish that can make the rich face a long face, it cannot be compared in terms of aroma.

The research institute has made this very hot product in the food circle, and it has now become a must-have seasoning for senior chefs.

"It's okay, I don't need it."

Ling Huan smiled, he put the crystal shrimp meat that had been out of the pot on a plate, did not use the necessary fragrant powder, but the fragrance was still overflowing.

Cheng Cheng couldn't move his eyes because of the full and greasy pile of novel dishes. He rubbed his hands, grabbed his own chopsticks and poked a steaming shrimp into his mouth.

The hot one was a little speechless, and his clear nose twitched enthusiastically. After two movements, his bright black eyes glowed with excitement.

He vaguely spit out his numb tongue and gestured to Ling Huan, "Tell me, good seven."

It was 10,000 times more delicious than the small piece of braised pork that he had planed over the mountains and ridges to the kitchen that day!

Sitting on the table with a snapping sound, Cheng Cheng threw away the chopsticks and started to grasp it with his hands, gorging himself to express the highest praise for Ling Huan's craftsmanship.

[The side quest has been completed. The golden cat stick will be issued to the host within 24 hours. Please be patient. 】

The chef tasted it and looked at Ling Huan with deep admiration, "soft but crisp, can I ask who Master Ling learned from?"

"The tutorials you read online, just make them, you can taste them, and I will cook this dish. It's still not better than yours. Try it on a whim, and the results are okay."

Ling Huan smiled lightly, blew Chef Bo without changing his face, and touched Cheng Cheng, who had buried his head in the plate.

Cheng Cheng has finished eating most of the plate, and now he is tapping the side of the plate with his leaky teeth, not letting go of any scented corners.

"You can read more recipes when you have time," the chef looked at Ling Huan's eyes with a little regret, and sighed softly. "It would be nice if Master Ling can cook more than five dishes. In the Golden Spoon League, with such perfect dishes, you will definitely get excellent results."

…

Ling Huan had arrived at the entrance of the breeder registration hall, and Guangbra was still ringing non-stop. After exchanging contact information with him, the extremely enthusiastic chef sent him various documents: Biscuits Yan Bao Three methods of wing, steamed Eastern Star Spot is the right way to do it, the best premium abalone you don’t know...

He swiped his fingertips on the screen, temporarily blocking the message.

Instructor Qin admired his light brain in surprise, saying that this is the latest model this year, there is no market, and then he helped him to connect all the information, and finally handed over a fingerprint reader.

Ling Huan stretched out his hand and pressed it, and a short green light flashed.

Instructor Qin said, "The location of the nursery school has been sent to your light brain, Xiaoling, you can go and take a look when you are free. It's quite close to walk from here, just relying on those temporarily blocked today. It’s a street. If you don’t rest assured, go there tomorrow day. I just entered your fingerprints for you. Now the nursery school has been assigned to your name. You are the first manager. When you hire an assistant, you must bring it. People go back to the lobby to register."

[The side task has been opened, please renovate the nursery school within seven days, the current available funds: 10,000 interstellar coins. 】

Ling Huan dizzyly listened to a lot of guidance from Qin's guidance, took a dozen thick manuals, and was a little awake by the oncoming cold wind when he went out, and glanced at his brain.

It's still early, so he will go to the nursery school tonight and start the renovation tomorrow.

Following the navigation provided by Guangnao, I walked around several dark alleys and never took the main road, so Ling Huan only realized that there were fewer and fewer people on the road, waiting for him to stand in the bare shop. At the door, the dark street behind him was rarely empty.

Ling Huan sighed and asked 009 in his consciousness.

"Is this place so deserted? Just because it is close to the military base?"

It's no wonder that at the beginning Qin Director saw that he had chosen this position, and looked a little embarrassed, and persuaded him several times.

There was a crackling electric current operating sound from consciousness, mixed with 009's somewhat puzzled voice.

[It shouldn't, why there is no one alone. 】

Ling Huan quickly swept the glare of a flashlight at the door of the dark alley that Ling Huan had just walked through. The two men in military uniforms stopped, one of them frowned slightly, and slammed the heavy equipment on his shoulders. On the ground, the tone was a bit bad, "I didn't see this place when I divided the area just now, but I have already notified the whole area before, and all the people around here have been evacuated. It should be impossible for anyone to leave here.

A scarlet light emerged from the top of the instrument, and a line was drawn on the ground. The light slammed upwards immediately after the stroke, forming a barrier similar to transparent glass.

The man pressed the light brain and said in a low voice, "Send more people to revise the instructions and block the five main routes nearby."

"Yes, the land general has already granted permission. He is now in the danger zone."

…

Ling Huan used his fingerprints to open the door of the empty nursery school. He went in and looked around and was quite satisfied with the venue, especially the arc-shaped glass vault in the middle, which could directly see the outside.

I just sighed that the houses here are cheap and luxurious. Not far away, there was a muffled noise like an explosion. The roar was getting closer and closer. The glass dome that Ling Huan was still admiring for the last second was suddenly illuminated by a dazzling cold blue light. After scratching, the glass was torn apart after the piercing sound, and the sharp piece of glass raised high dust, which could wipe Ling Huan's flight past.

The ground was smashed into pieces.

Ling Huan raised his head and glanced, a big hole was broken in his roof, and something rushed over at a rapid speed.

A sturdy black shadow hit the ground fiercely, lying on the ground like a high raised hill, looking at the sturdy physique, the man's hideous face slowly turned around, his eyes closed tightly and he twitched twice in pain, suddenly facing A big mouthful of blood spewed from the clean ground.

Ling Huan: "..."

He had thought that seven days was more than enough to decorate, because the system looked down on his speed.

Now it seems that seven days may not be enough to restore this place.

For a while, I didn't know what to say, Ling Huan heard a slight impact from the unbroken glass on top of his head, followed by rolling twice, as if something was running awkwardly on the glass.

He raised his head and glanced, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and something shrunk into a small hairball fell.

Ling Huan stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Caught the yellow fur ball.

The slender tail hanging down from the opponent reflexively clung to his arm.

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems...a cat?

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[Ling Ling: It's a kitten that fell into my arms from the sky (/ω＼)]

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