Netizens are vampires? !

Clairol's Delicious Magic is a well-known private chef in City A, especially in the industry, with a high status.It is not big, but it is extraordinarily delicate, and it is extremely good at those complicated and exquisite foreign dishes. It is said that Clairol traveled around the world to learn cooking in the early years, but she was extremely talented, and finally created her own characteristics.

This has made many international students or foreigners who come to city A fall in love with it. Under the praise of an editor of a foreign gourmet magazine, the reputation of this small private chef abroad is even higher than in city A. Many foreigners who come to travel even come here to taste it with a little dissatisfaction. It is said that there are also chefs in the industry who are not convinced. Are you going to answer? Come on, another day, I will ask dozens or even hundreds of him to pick you one by one, and I will play with you if you still have strength left." Angrily, he walked away.

Therefore, in the industry, the reputation of Clairol's private chef is really mixed.

Of course, one of the most important reasons why this private chef is so famous is its beautiful proprietress Clairol. It is said that she is a 40-year-old man, but every man who sees her absolutely does not believe it. The glamorous proprietress is also a single mother with quite a personality-in fact, it may be more accurate to call her an unmarriageist.

The wall of the kitchen and hall of Clairol's delicious magic private kitchen is a huge transparent glass, which allows all guests, no matter where they sit in this small private kitchen, to see everything in the kitchen clearly clearly.

Oh, don't think it's superfluous, in fact, as any guest who has been here will have to admit, it's almost a treat, which at least kicks this private chef's character up a notch.Even, it is said that there are big restaurants trying to imitate this, but each of them ended up bleak, because not everyone can turn cooking into an art like Clairol.

When Art led Edward to the outside of the private kitchen, it was just after eight o'clock, which was the best time for dinner for Chinese people who like nightlife.

There are never crowds in Clairol's delicious magic, because that doesn't match the sophistication here.Many people wonder why Clairol has so many customers but is always unwilling to set up a few more tables and chairs or open another branch, but Yate knows that Clairol once said, since I make money for a wonderful life, I Why make my life so full of money that I can't even take a breath?

When Yate asked her curiously, she even snorted and asked Yate: "What? The baby doesn't have enough money?"

Since then, Art has never asked such a silly question again—Clairol is a woman who is extremely willful, of course, you can also say that she has her own opinion.

The young girl wearing an exquisite velvet-trimmed cheongsam at the door of the private kitchen obviously knew Art, and her eyes narrowed when she saw him.

Art whispered to Edward: "All the service personnel here have signed a labor agreement with Clairol, and they have reasonable and perfect labor protection, which is different from those recruited in general stores who can be fired at any time like temporary workers. Clairol They have invested a lot in etiquette, clothing, common sense and training, even if they are immediately thrown to the stage, there is no problem. Some of these girls graduated from small schools and it is difficult to find a job, and some are from rural areas, but Clairol is not Value these, what she needs is..."

Art thought for a while and concluded: "Temperament, Clairol needs each of them to have a unique temperament, even if it is artificially trained."

Art shrugged: "Clairol said she only took the high-tech route because she didn't want to make those hard-working money."

Edward glanced at the two welcoming ladies at the door. Their outfits were actually not uniform, with some slight differences, but the overall style was harmonious, which obviously could better bring out the individual temperament of each girl.

This kind of temperament is different from those women that Edward often sees, and it more deeply embodies the brand of this ancient country with a cultural history of 5000 years.

Edward couldn't help but nodded with a smile: "Indeed, they are all excellent."

Art came close to Edward's ear and whispered like a thief: "Actually, there are some people who want to leave Clairol to start their own business as soon as the contract expires. Unfortunately, not everyone can copy Clairol's successful route. Clairol is always proud To be honest, she is unique." Art said the last sentence with a smile.

Edward was amused by his tone, but he also clearly felt that, compared to his mother, Art seemed to regard the lady who had aroused his curiosity as his friend, or rather, A mentor on the road of life.

This made Edward a little more curious about this woman, and at the same time, the feeling of uneasiness was much lighter.Such a peculiar and capricious woman is obviously not bound by the concept of ordinary people, and may not care about his identity, such as homosexuality, such as... a vampire.

Edward suddenly grasped the purpose of Art's words to him, and couldn't help pinching Art's fingertips, which made Art smile a little shyly, and peeked at the two girls at the door, Quickly withdrew his hand.

Art led Edward into the delicious magic, and the two secretly huddled on the sofa in the corner. Following Art's introduction, Edward saw Clairol at a glance through the glass wall.

That is indeed a very beautiful woman, and what is even more rare is that she clearly understands how to better highlight her beauty.

She was wearing an exquisite silk embroidered cheongsam, her hair was coiled up high with pearl hairpins, revealing her snow-white neck. A round jade bead was strung on a silk thread around her neck, sliding back and forth between the looming collarbones, giving her a charming charm.A pair of slender hands, round jade arms, a string of small silver bells on the wrists, just by looking at them, you can feel the crisp and melodious sounds from those movements.And Edward's eyesight was more able to notice that she was wearing a pair of almost colorless gloves on her arms. They were supposed to be made of heat-insulating materials, and they were worn to prevent the boiling oil from splashing on her arms.

Art is indeed not exaggerating, and the beauty of Clairol has indeed become the best seasoning here.

Just thinking about this, Edward saw the corner of Art's eyes sneaking over with a sense of pride, and Edward couldn't help laughing.

Edward has seen many beautiful women, Esme, Alice, and the glamorous Rosalie. These vampire women are all beautiful, but because of their different cultural backgrounds, none of the beauties he has seen in the past have Clairol. The aura on her body is elegant, proud, and flowing freely.

It’s like Edward deliberately learned a lot of things about China, such as poetry, after getting to know Art, but he couldn’t understand those illusory and misty descriptions full of various wonderful techniques. Thousands of years are also difficult to change.

This also caused a lot of jokes in his relationship with Yate. For example, he once thought that "Luo Shen Fu" was simply unreasonable.What's beautiful?It made Yate laugh so hard that he fell down, saying that he had a wooden fish head.

However, right now, when Edward really comes into contact with some characters with that kind of temperament and background, he can gradually feel the feeling that was vaguely produced before.

Edward vaguely felt that this was the so-called can only be understood but not expressed in words.

Clairol didn't have to do every dish, not to mention it was past eight o'clock, and the busiest time was almost over.After Art and Edward sat for a while, Clairol came out from the side door, and from a distance, squinted and smiled at Art, and hooked his fingers.

Yate lowered his head and said: "I knew it, she found me again."

Suddenly there was a cooing dove sounding overhead, and a fat white dove laughed arrogantly: [Idiot!Fool!Of course we found you, as soon as you come back we will report to the eldest sister! 】

Edward looked up, and saw the plump white pigeon fluttering its wings triumphantly, looking at them with its head tilted, as if it was still a little curious about him?

God knows, he actually saw a mockery on the white pigeon's face, probably because he stayed with Art for a long time.

Edward couldn't help rubbing his forehead, feeling that since he came to Art's world, everything made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Art led Edward out behind Fat Pigeon, and saw Clairol was already sitting in the car. At this time, she was completely different from the one in the kitchen. It was torn apart by her, and a head of slightly curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. It was really long hair like a waterfall, and looking at her lazily leaning there, she looked like a precious cat.

On her shoulder was the complaining white pigeon. According to Art, it was a shameless thing that was rescued from the dining table and ate and drank for free. Its name was Rolling—the name obviously It was chosen by Art, which means that the owner of the name is too fat to roll, but the fat pigeon firmly disagrees.However, if you really want to name this fat pigeon, using this name is definitely the fastest way, provided that you don't care about it working hard with you.

The light in the parking lot was not too bright, and the windshield just cast a slightly darker shadow on Clairol's body, which made Edward's heart shudder.

Clairol looked at Edward quite strangely, from Edward's face to waist to buttocks to legs, and finally back and forth one by one, back and forth several times, Edward suddenly felt like there were bugs crawling all over his body—God knows , he is obviously a vampire, why does he feel this way!

The corner of Art's mouth twitched immediately, and he got into the car very slipperily, pulled down the sunshade in front of the car with a swish, blocking Clairol's sight, and yelled helplessly: "Mom!"

Clairol immediately slapped Art on the head: "Don't call me so old, you can either call me by my name or my sister."

Yate turned his head silently, and said with black lines all over his head, "You can call me your sister, can you stop looking at Edward with that look?"

The corner of Clairol's mouth twitched, she tapped Art's head with her index finger, and said with emotion: "Stupid! Sister, I am using the eyes of someone who has experienced it to help you check!"

Yate suddenly had a bad feeling, but he still couldn't help making a voice of doubt.

Sure enough, Clairol immediately pointed in Edward's direction through the sunshade cloth, leaned into Art's ear and chuckled and said, "Baby, look at you, you are still a child, you have been abroad for a while, and you haven't grown up yet." Well, it’s so pure. Tsk, I can tell at a glance that you haven’t even slept in bed yet, so I’ll help you see his abilities first, so that you don’t have any disharmony in the future, and it’s too late to regret! Back then, I just took a look at him You are such a brat because you fell in love with your father."

Yate only felt dizzy and had no face to see anyone. After a while, he covered his face and moaned: "Clairol, I beg you, his ears can hear..."

Outside the car, Edward, who heard those words clearly, sighed silently with a stiff body: How did his Art grow into what it is now!

However, it seems... to have such a mother-in-law, it feels... not bad?

In fact, Edward really wanted to say, and I really wanted to be harmonious again, because I never had the chance before!

The author has something to say: Clairol said: Don't worship me, she is just a legend!