When Miwako Sato, who was humming a little tune, put on her white chef clothes and apron and walked out of the dressing room, the first thing that caught her eye was Katsumi Uehara sitting alone in the corner of the cooking room, holding her chin with one hand while
He did not forget to shake his legs regularly. His eyes were fixed on the door of the locker room, his eyes were particularly evil.
Like Miwako, he also changed into a chef's uniform and wore a crooked chef's hat on his head. The difference was that his face was full of dissatisfaction at the moment.
"Your hair is too long. If it's not tied up properly, the chef's hat won't be able to protect it later."
Miwako, who was suppressing a smile, saw her boyfriend's hair exposed outside the brim of her hat at a glance, and reminded her kindly.
"Do I need protection? It's a joke." Uehara Katsumi curled his lips as he shook his legs to hide his guilty conscience. He was very dismissive of this.
"uh-huh?"
The woman hummed twice with a smile on her face, walked to her boyfriend's side, put a hand on his shoulder, half-leaned down to his ear and teased: "It's not too late to surrender now, Katsumi.
"
"I'm sorry, this lying lady, the education I received since childhood does not allow me to do this." Katsuki Uehara glanced sideways at his girlfriend: "I don't know how to write the word surrender when I grow up."
"remarkably brave."
Sato Miwako pretended to sigh helplessly, but the smile in the corners of her eyes grew stronger. The left hand on her boyfriend's shoulder was raised, and she patted his back gently, attracting his attention, and then her lips moved towards
The cooking table on the side worked hard: "Did you see the ingredients on that table? Aunt Xia Chuan has already prepared them for us.
"At the same time, as the manager of this cake shop, there is no doubt that Aunt Xia Chuan is professional in tasting delicious food. She is certified."
"..."
Broken, arranged!
Instinctively, Uehara Katsumi wanted to call his future mother-in-law and ask her to come to Jianghu for emergency help.
But Miwako Sato, who was standing next to him, was like a roundworm in his stomach. As soon as he moved his buttocks, he guessed what he was thinking.
The sharp weapon that can be used to tell lies is firmly held in the palm of the hand.
"My mother has to go to work today, so don't bother her anymore."
Playing with her boyfriend's cell phone with a smile, she turned it around a few times between her fingers and placed it on the kitchen counter. Miwako Sato playfully winked at her boyfriend, and her overflowing teasing made it clear that she couldn't bear it.
The speechless Katsuki Uehara glanced at the pile of materials on the stage that were completely unfamiliar to him, and his face turned dark.
He only knew that these should all look like powder, and what exactly they were... Well, he could only recognize cocoa powder, after all, it smelled like chocolate.
"Ahem, Miwako, I think the impact of the two of us occupying the cooking room in your aunt's shop is not very good." He looked around at the cooking room where only the two of them were, and in a blink of an eye, Uehara thought about it.
Keji immediately changed his excuse.
"Don't worry, there are quite a few cooking rooms in Aunt Natsukawa's shop. After all, private customization is also part of the cake shop's business. Or are you scared?" Sato Miwako raised her hand and took off the chef's hat on her boyfriend's head, and then replaced it again.
He re-tied his hair into a bun so that it could be covered as much as possible when the hat fell down.
"I'm afraid? You're kidding, I'm just thinking about you."
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Katsuki Uehara took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Since you insist so much, then I will make you convinced that you have lost."
?
Miwako Sato watched in bewilderment as her boyfriend, whose demeanor suddenly changed drastically, stood up and walked step by step to the kitchen counter. She washed her hands and wiped them with water in a very professional manner.
He took a cutting board off the shelf and placed it across the countertop;
A plaid-like apron was tied around his waist, looking like a master.
After a few seconds, Uehara Katsumi, who had no follow-up actions, turned sideways and concealed his guilty conscience with words: "Come on, what are you looking at? Do you want to learn my skills secretly?"
"..."
Probably seeing her boyfriend's nature of pretending to be a tiger and eating pigs, Sato Miwako pursed her lips, walked to the edge of the cooking table with a natural look, stood side by side with her boyfriend, and placed a chopping board in front of her. Then she twisted
He turned his head and looked at him with a smile.
"..." Seeing that his girlfriend made no next move, Katsuki Uehara glanced at the materials at hand, completely despairing - he probably wouldn't be able to get this kiss today.
"The simplest way to make chocolate chip cookies, you only need four ingredients: flour, cocoa powder, powdered sugar and baking powder."
She brought the four bags of powder with labels in front of her and weighed them separately. After all, Miwako Sato couldn't hold back her laughter. Her shoulders trembled and she moved them one by one to her boyfriend and introduced them: "You just
You need to take some of them out in proportion and put them on the chopping board and knead them together to complete the biscuit body."
"Is it that simple?" Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows, looking suspicious.
Hearing this, Miwako Sato immediately shrugged: "Learn from me, Katsumi Uehara-san."
After saying that, she pulled a small electronic scale with her hand, grabbed the four materials in proportion and placed them on the chopping board. Katsuki Uehara, who followed suit, directly mixed the four materials together with both hands.
, drew Tai Chi on the chopping board——
The smile on Miwako Sato's lips suddenly solidified.
"What are you doing?"
"Have you ever seen a Tai Chi Kung Fu movie? It's the kind of practice where you draw circles back and forth with your hands."
The feeling of his fingers going back and forth in the flour pile and the turning of the powder back and forth clearly touched the man's excited nerves, causing him to raise his hand and make two gestures with interest: "Don't you think it's similar?"
Sato Miwako tilted her head and looked at his stirring the flour in a funny way. Then she reached out and took a large porcelain bowl from the side and placed it in front of his chopping board: "Okay, stop playing, this is for cooking.
. Dig a few pieces of butter in this bowl and rub it in. Finally, beat an egg and rub it all in."
"okay."
Katsuki Uehara clapped his hands subconsciously, trying to shake off the powder on his hands——
Snap!
The next second, the splashing flour particles directly covered his face and that of Miwako next to him!
"..."
"..."
The "smoke and dust" dispersed, and the man and woman with stained faces struggled to open their eyes and looked at each other - both saw the funny look on the other's face.
Katsuki Uehara twitched the corner of his mouth and suppressed his laughter: "Ahem, I want to say that I didn't mean it. Do you believe it?"
Miwako Sato, who had patches of black and white on her face, subconsciously turned her head and looked at the small mirror not far away. The cat-like face darkened her face. She wiped the powder on her face with her hands, and without saying a word, she directly attacked her boyfriend: "Uehara
Self-denial!”
"Hey, I'm a victim too. Miwako, what do you want to do? Don't come over here. If you come over again, I'll call you——"
"Ms. Hinata, your custom-made birthday cake has been made. Please come with me."
The closed door of the cooking room was pushed open from the outside, and a charming young woman in a store manager's uniform walked in with a young lady. At first sight, they both saw the man and woman rubbing each other's faces, and they were both stunned.