Bandage fine tricks

Where did I write it last time?

Zhenji Bacai, who was locked in the small black room, looked at the blank document in front of her in a daze, and felt from the bottom of her heart that the fragmentation was so harsh that she even lost her own train of thought. Pigeons are also very good... ahem...

Senior teacher Ge Gejing stretched out his hand in pain, and typed the words "Chapter 1" on the blank document.

then……

Gone.

I can't think of what to write next!

Xiao Ba stared tangledly at the blank document with only three words "Chapter 1" written on it, and was silent for a while, then decisively dropped his laptop and ran to the door of the room.

In order not to disturb the inspiration of Mr. Zhenji who was inside and to give enough space (?), editor Hejian guarded outside the hotel suite door instead of inside - years of editing experience told him that although in front of the teacher It can very well pressure those teachers who are habitually gooing until the end of the line and never repent to speed up their efficiency, but except for a few talented people who can write 10 words in [-] minutes after breakfast Except for the gods who chased after their beautiful articles and coaxed them to eat every mouthful, most of the teachers wrote under pressure from editors... It will not be lower than their average level, but it will not be too high go.

——Although standing outside the door of someone’s suite will always make people look strange, but fortunately, first, this is the hotel’s senior suite floor, and it is not a tourist season with a large passenger flow. There are not many tourists. Second, I am responsible for booking this suite. The editor-in-chief of the hotel had already greeted the hotel in advance, so the cleaners who passed by occasionally did not cast an alarm on the editor Hejian who stood at the door of the suite like a door god to protect the guests...

With a strong psychological quality, he withstood the strange eyes from several guests passing by who didn't know what they were guessing. Eyes don't matter at all!

"senior!"

A voice as sweet as cotton candy came from the side, and Editor Hejian looked over after hearing the words: "Jesuo, where have you been...Huh?"

He looked in amazement at the green-haired Italian youth with the bitter temperament of a social animal, no, it was a youth who was also a foreigner full of social elite temperament—the reason why he paid so much attention to this one was that It was because he was pushing a dining trolley in his hand, which was very unsuitable for his personality. There were more than ten packing boxes piled up on the dining trolley, which were almost higher than his line of sight.

Judging from the pattern printed on the box and the material it uses, editor Hejian guessed that the price of these boxes is probably dozens of times more than the various foods it contains...

That’s right, because the lid of the box is transparent, the editor Hejian can clearly see what’s in those packaged boxes that are so expensive that ordinary people can’t even afford it: it looks a bit like an egg tart but it’s sprinkled A lot of suspected shrunken cherry towers of cherry jam, arranged in a circle; it seems to be some kind of berry-flavored scones, cut into triangles one by one and arranged neatly; the honey-colored one seems to be some kind of dried meat. It has a certain thickness but also has a certain degree of permeability. He can clearly see the texture of the dried meat on it...

In addition to these, there is also a flaring glass bottle with a big belly and a lid placed firmly in the middle, which contains some kind of milky yellow impermeable liquid, and many black particles with a yellow fiber layer around the periphery are suspended. Granules and large chunks of ice.

Because of the temperature, the bottle is covered with a layer of water mist.

"I went to ask the kitchen to prepare some things," the white-haired young man motioned to the people behind him to park the dining car at the door of the suite, "because I think Teacher Zhen Ji may need to add sugar when writing."

Editor He Jian snorted: "But we have prepared afternoon tea snacks and black tea for Teacher Zhen Ji, and put them in the living room of the suite..."

Just as Bailan Jesso was about to say something, he heard the sound of the door lock opening. He closed his mouth instantly and made a quiet movement, directly using the door that opened outwards to block his figure, allowing the door to be opened from the inside People can't see him at all unless they look through the cat's eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door lock, Editor He Jian immediately ignored the intern's arrival, and immediately focused all his attention on the door that was about to open: "Have Teacher Zhen Ji finished writing a chapter?"

Xiao Ba was asked by the soul just after opening the door: "...how much do you think you can write in half an hour?"

"According to Teacher Zhenji's speed, isn't there always three thousand words?" Editor Hejian was full of expectations, "And teacher, isn't your habit of three thousand words per chapter?"

Teacher Zhen Ji: "..."

——Although the hand speed is [-] an hour when the mind is unimpeded, but it is also possible to use a word in [-] hours when Cavin is in it!

But she didn't dare to say it, she always felt that if she said this, the hotel would have a homicide case.

I just don’t know if it’s Mao Mao or Mao Mao’s editor who will die by then...

"...I haven't written it yet," Xiao Ba, who felt that it was normal for him to be unable to write it because he was in the text, was holding the door panel and half-exposing his face—mainly worried that Editor He Jian would not be able to accept her words for a while and would be stimulated to do something. Motion can help her block—cautiously say, "I'm going to buy drinks and sweets, I can't write without sweets and drinks!"

Editor Hejian immediately took out the small notebook: "Mr. Zhenji, what do you want to drink and eat? I'll ask someone to buy it now!"

Xiao Ba: "...I don't think you can buy what I want."

——It doesn't matter at other times, she has super high requirements for food when she is in Kawen!

Don't think about taking shortcuts with blueberry egg tarts, she will just pounce on blueberry egg tarts irrationally, okay? It's not helpful for writing at all!

Therefore, when she was rushing to draft, blueberry egg tarts, an out-of-spec causal weapon, must never appear in the field of vision of the former Xia Ji Baxie and now Zhen Ji, who needed to rush to draft. Don't expect to receive manuscripts.

"Please tell me! We will definitely work hard!" Editor Hejian roared with the apology of apologizing if he can't do it.

He had already made up his mind that if his contacts couldn't buy what Mr. Zhen Ji wanted, he went to shamelessly beg Bai Lan Jiesuo who was on the side. They are all deeply aware of the social status and connections of this international student from Italy, the intern who somehow works in their editorial department (it seems likely that he is here for Mr. Zhen Ji) and what he can reach The "face" they get is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary wage earners like them.

Xiaoba looked at the editor Hejian suspiciously: "It's not that simple... I want to drink passion fruit probiotics, use passion fruit and cold brewed tea, add probiotics, add appropriate amount of flavored syrup and pearls—pearls The pearl in the milk tea is not the pearl in the shell."

The editor Hejian, who was about to write it down, was taken aback for a moment. He had already said this, so could it be that...

"I usually make it myself, and others may not be able to make the taste I want." Xiao Ba added.

Editor Hejian: "..."

Editor He Jian felt that Teacher Zhen Ji was lying.

She just wanted to escape from the little dark room—no, it was a hotel suite!

"In addition to the passion fruit probiotics, I also want to eat cherry tarts, which are not the kind of cherry tarts that are as big as a six-inch cake, but smaller than ordinary Portuguese egg tarts. Tower, and cranberry scones, freshly baked and still hot, XO sauce or honey pork jerky, I don’t pick this one, as long as it tastes good..." Xiao Ba fell silent while talking.

Editor He Jian, who was trying to memorize it, felt strange. When he looked up, he found that Teacher Zhen Ji's eyes were no longer on him, but on the dining car beside him.

Hey, didn't Jesso pull the dining car to the door just now, why did it slide over?

Editor He Jian subconsciously thought this way, and then he followed Teacher Zhen Ji's line of sight, and also saw the piles of packing boxes on the dining car.

Ok……

Editor Hejian compared his notebook with the items on the dining car, and was pleasantly surprised to find that what Mr. Zhen Ji said just now was on the dining car—of course there are many things she didn’t say, but it’s not important , Just now when Jesso pushed over, he said it was for Teacher Zhenji, so editor Hejian helped push the dining car into the suite without the slightest hesitation, leaving "Please write hard, Teacher Zhenji, I will come over for dinner I called you to read the manuscript while eating!" After that, he walked to the door respectfully and backed out again.

The white-haired Italian young man by the door had already left, but the other party sent a message to his mailbox to check on the situation of dinner in the kitchen - Editor Hejian responded very relaxed and happy, thinking that since he could prepare the frame in advance If Mr. Ji wants to eat, it's okay to go and see the dinner menu.

And in the suite one door away, Xiao Ba looked at all kinds of food transferred from the dining car to the dining table by the attentive editor Hejian, with a serious face.

She hesitated for a moment, and didn't move anything else. Instead, she opened the cap of the big-bellied flaring glass bottle, poured out a small cup of the drink inside, picked it up and tasted it.

It's her favorite flavor.

The hand holding the cup paused, Xiao Ba put down the cup and began to taste the food in other boxes one by one.

Conclusion: it is the food she wants.

The taste is completely consistent.

Look at the glass bottle that first caught her attention, and then look at the pastries and sweets that are all on her "Deluxe PLUS Version of the Special Package", and even the pastries that she didn't tell Editor Hejian but were also included. Prepared casual snacks, and recalled his own memories, Xiao Ba fell into thought:

...Mr. Dazai is in touch with foreign enemies?

Impossible, Mr. Dazai only got out about her favorite blueberry egg tart during her amnesia, and even her girlfriends and friends in her previous life didn't know about her favorite blueberry egg tart, let alone this life!

In the same way, Fei Jia's gummy bear is also PASS.

Who is that...

In some scenes, the appearance of the white-haired young man who was ignored by the half-demon girl at that time as a passer-by suddenly came to mind, and Xiaoba was puzzled:

That look... Isn't it Brandon Jesso? !

Wait, if it is Bailan Jesso who has the ability to travel through parallel worlds, it would not be surprising to know from the parallel universe what she needs to finish the draft, but...

She looked towards the door in disbelief:

Why would a big BOSS whose ambition is to destroy the world send over a draft package that best suits her taste?

In order to continue to close her little black room!

Thinking about what happened when I tried to get the second volume from the editorial department during my amnesia, Xiao Hachi felt that this possibility was very high, and wanted to ask Judaime to release XBURNER again.

The kind that hit the face of the marshmallow essence.

... No, the point is why he knows this! ?

You must know that she used to make all kinds of cakes and pastries, including drinks and dried meat, all of which are made by herself. Both the production process and the selection of raw materials are very different from the mainstream pastry chefs, resulting in subtle differences in taste. People who are slightly dull can't taste the difference-in other words, it is impossible to buy it outside!

But the food in front of her that wasn't made by her hands... is exactly her favorite flavor, and it's also the flavor she's most used to when cooking it by herself.

How the hell did this guy do it? !