Feng Luoluo didn't understand, "Isn't there a special baker?" ”

"Uh...... In short, no one will ......" The chefs didn't dare to say that the pastry chef in charge of baking was brought by the young master not long ago, and the Englishman didn't know what was going on, he could make all kinds of pies and afternoon tea, but he couldn't make cakes!

The chefs didn't believe it and let him try it.

As a result, I don't know if it's because of poor communication, or if the pastry chef has a problem with his brain, but he clearly said that he wants to make a cake, and every time he makes it, it's either a giant strawberry tart, or a giant sandwich, or a giant puff......

How many times have I said it, but I can't make a decent cake.

The British pastry chef's bizarre ability to "turn decay into magic" really thundered all chefs.

No one can make cakes, and everyone is really distressed right now.

Thinking about it, after five days, if you can't get the birthday cake, will the young master be angry......

"I'll do the cake, I'll do it." Feng Luoluo went to the kitchen to discuss with them and leave the cake making to himself.

It's just that she didn't expect that things would be so coincidental, and no one in the villa would make cakes......

"This ...... Miss Feng is a guest, isn't it? The chef hesitated.

If the young master knew that they asked Miss Feng to do things, the young master would be angry.

"It's just a trivial matter, anyway, I'm idle and I'm idle, just to discuss this matter with you......" Feng Luoluo told them about wanting to make a cake for Mingyu as a birthday present.

The chef discussed it for a while and made a decision, "Then trouble Miss Feng." ”

"If you make the cake too many days in advance, I'm afraid it will spoil and I won't be able to keep it, so you can help me prepare these things first, and I'll make them the day before the birthday party." Feng Luoluo told them the materials they needed and asked them to prepare in advance.

"Okay."

Shangguan Yagu's dedicated dividing line*******************************

At this time.

London Castle.

Shangguan Ya was lonely in a leather chair, his face was dark, and his eyes were dark and sharp.

In his hand, the black pistol is a powerful deterrent......

On the table, there are materials scattered everywhere.

The cups were also poured, and the water was dripping down, and everywhere it was wet.

The white sword stood aside, and he didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere.

For fear of saying a wrong word, a bullet will fly in front of you......

There was a dead silence.

"That's the result of your investigation?" In the middle of the night, Shangguan Yagu's cold voice spread out in a circle in the quiet space.

The temperature has dropped suddenly!

"Smack-" Shangguan Yagu grabbed Wen Jiàn and slammed it hard, "I can't find any of their whereabouts...... After investigating for so long, what you gave to Young Master Ben is this kind of achievement? ”

"......" Bai Jian was dripping with cold sweat, "genus...... His subordinates have already sent people to search all the small islands under the name of Underworld...... There is no trace of the whereabouts of the two of them......"

"So, your conclusion?"

"This ...... The subordinates don't know ......" Bai Jian couldn't answer.

He really couldn't figure out where Shen Yu could take Feng Luoluo......

"Keep checking for me—" Shangguan Yagu picked up the wine, poured half a glass, and poured it down in one gulp, his eyes were blood-hungry scarlet.

He didn't believe that he still had the ability to reach the heavens, and he could turn a living person into nothing.