After the Full Level of the Profession

I don't know how long it was before Robb woke up.

The end of the little spirit!

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was an additional person in the yard, and the masked woman he had seen during the day. She sat opposite the stone chair where she usually sits, looking quiet and starlight. Sprinkle on her body, adding a touch of mysterious beauty to her.

The female assassin also noticed that Robb was awake at the same time. She thought to herself: He would hold up half of her body from the water to tease me like the nun just said?

But she thought too much, Robb didn't.

He would only make jokes with friends who he was a little familiar with. Robb was still very polite to people whose relationships were not in place. He continued to shrink in the pool, showing only one head, and said with a smile: "It's you again. We have seen each other often these two days."

The female assassin pretended to be respectful: "Dear Godfather, I love the God of Light and like to stay near the church. Two nuns invited me in. Tonight, I will spend the night in the church. If you feel disturbing you, I will leave soon."

Robb smiled and said, "Don't bother, welcome! I just made a new snack, and you will taste it later."

Female assassin: "..."

Robb lifted the lid of the pot by the pool and looked inside, and said with joy, "Ah, it's done, it's solidified."

He yelled at the crystal ball: "Miss Queen, come and see, the food is ready."

The name "Miss Sister" shocked the female assassin again. Does anyone in this world dare to be so disrespectful to the queen of a country? Even people from the Desert Kingdom, when talking about the Queen of Siege, they have to be called Your Majesty, to show respect for the enemy country. How can there be such an unabashed call for "Miss Sister"?

The queen on the crystal ball was not angry at all. She calmly put down the government affairs in her hand and turned her head to look at the crystal ball. Although there was no fluctuation on the surface, her eyes seemed to be smiling: "Oh. Is it done? What kind of boring food! Actually, I don’t want to watch you make snacks at all. I just want to quietly read a few official documents, but I was interrupted by you."

The female assassin couldn't help but secretly spit out: I really want to quietly read the official document and turn off the crystal ball for me! Are you waiting for the snacks here to be ready? I couldn't even find the chance of assassination.

Robb shouted: "Lilian, take out the condiments that you have prepared in advance."

"Come on!"

Lilian responded, and then ran out with a large plate. The bowl was filled with various condiments such as sugar, pepper, soy sauce, salt, and coriander.

Robb smiled and scooped out a bowl of things from the pot. He didn't know what it was. It was white and tender, and looked very pink and soft. Her Majesty the Queen only took a look and liked it. Immediately turned to look at his chef.

Without a word, the chef next to him opened the lid of the pot immediately. It turned out that when Rob was playing something like brine as a child, the Imperial Kitchen was stealing the steps while stepping up to make it, but now he barely caught up.

As a result, the same white, tender, and soft brain was also placed in front of the queen.

She gently fiddled with the bowl with a small spoon, and the white and tender stuff broke immediately. She couldn't help wondering: "What is this? Why does soy milk become like this?"

Robb laughed and said: "This is called tofu nao! Tofu nao! If you use less brine, it will turn into tofu. If you point more brine, it will turn into tofu. They are all delicious. You can let the chef try to make it yourself. It will be fun to play. Okay, let’s not talk too much nonsense. Let’s concentrate on dealing with tofu brains today."

Robb's hand moved quickly. First, he came to a bowl of salted tofu, pour soy sauce, sprinkle a few grains of salt, pepper, toss in coriander, ginger, and chopped green onions imported from Dongtu Datang. Garlic... Stir it with a spoon, and the color becomes beautiful all at once.

Then come to a bowl of sweet tofu brains, pour sugar water, put some dried walnuts, broken flower water in it, and stir it with a spoon for a while, because the sugar made by Rober is not pure white sugar, but brown earthen sugar. So the sugar water is also brown, so after mixing, the color of sweet tofu nao looks almost the same as salted tofu nao.

While Robb finished all this, the chef on the opposite side actually did it, and he did it more beautifully than Robb without any suspense. Robb stirs it casually, but the royal chef stirs the tofu brain out of his artistic conception, and the green onion sprinkled on the tofu brain also spills out the beauty.

When the two bowls of tofu brains were placed in front of them, Her Majesty the Queen was stunned: "This thing can actually be divided into two flavors, sweet and salty?"

Robb smiled and said: "Try it!"

He said this to the queen in the crystal ball, but at the same time to the female assassin in front of him. He handed two bowls of tofu brains to the female assassin: "Try it, you are welcome."

So, inside and outside the ball, the two women picked up tofu brains at the same time. First a sweet bite, then a salty bite, and then a sweet bite and a salty bite. Both women's faces showed endless aftertaste expressions. …

After a while, the two women spoke almost at the same time.

The queen said: "Sweet tofu brain is more delicious."

Female assassin: "Salted tofu is more delicious."

The two women stared at each other's faces in the crystal ball at the same time, as if there was a "clang" sound. This was the sound of eye impact and friction, and bright sparks flashed in the air.

The queen is angry: "Where do you come from? I say sweet tofu is more delicious, but you actually sway it?"

The female assassin was angry: "Even if you are the Queen, I have to say that your sense of taste is broken. It is obviously salty and more delicious."

"It's obviously sweet!"

"Obviously it's salty!"

If the two women weren't separated by the crystal ball, they would have to fight.

Robb laughed: "Don't panic, don't make noise, let's call more people to try it. Xiaoyi, the eighth necromancer, the four little nuns, the cat Huahua, come and try the tofu brain."

Xiao Yi is not in the mood to come, she is still studying what is wrong in the "Bright Bible", and the food is not attractive to her now.

The eighth didn't come either. He was an old man and didn't get involved with this kind of mess.

But the other girls all heard the sound. Soon after, the yard in front of the church became a scuffle.

"Obviously salty and more delicious!" The two bright nuns shouted jumping.

"Kouhu! Bright bad guys even have bad taste, obviously salty is better."

"Kouhu! You dark bad guys don't distinguish between things, and don't even distinguish between sweet and savoury."

"Kouhu! Sweetness is the taste of happiness, and saltiness is simply evil."

The four little nuns were fighting inextricably. Looking down, the cat woman took a spoon into her bowl and desperately grabbed half of the tofu brain from the pot. Whatever the salty and sweetness of you, What's in my bowl is the most important thing. If you catch it slowly, you will lose your share.