In fact, it is difficult for Sean to understand why a dictator who monopolizes the power of the wine pool and the meat forest has a special liking for acrobatic desserts... However, there is no need to understand a perverted taste buds in depth.

After serving him to finish this meal, it is time to send him to prison.

Sean rolled up the white chef's cuffs and walked to the dessert table and casually glanced at the ingredients that had been prepared.

The Mithrols have been working here before, and there are only a variety of ingredients. It is not a big problem to replicate his acrobatic cake, but how to satisfy the president is another matter.

Acrobatics will feel fresh when they see it for the first time, but will get tired of it when they see it for the second and third time. Judging from the disorder of the dessert table, the Mithrols should have performed all kinds of acrobatics very well during the period when they were working in the kitchen, so that his inspiration gradually dried up and he had to spend all day in taverns and casinos in the lower city to numb themselves with alcohol.

But in Sean's opinion, this kind of acrobatic exhibition itself is ridiculous. Since there are so many creativity, why not carefully settle it and use solid basic skills to improve the acrobatics into mature works that can be served on high-end restaurant tables?

While thinking, Sean used his hands to pinch out a spherical cake wrapped in clear syrup. The inside of the cake was seven layers, and then used the twilight Laitol chocolate and Kashik natural syrup to make a stand, exquisitely holding the balls without falling.

“It’s done.”

"It's done!" When Marino heard Sean's words, he felt that his brain was about to explode. He had just issued a solemn warning to this young human: Once the work in the kitchen makes the president unsatisfied, even the chef who has followed him for ten years will not be able to save his life.

As a result, this newcomer dared to take a blatant perfunctory fishing?!

The Mithrol people used to be a professional dessert master at least. They took nearly two hours to bake a molded cake every time. But now it's only less than twenty minutes. Are you pinching a Begamore chowder ball?!

Sean explained: "I improved the process. The previous method was to use baking to shape it. It was a waste of Kashik's native ingredients. The high temperature would destroy the most essence of flavor - although the ingredients imported from [Opera Trade] are not so native..."

"Enough!" Marino quickly interrupted, "Are you sure you want to give the president this?"

"No, this is for you to try." Sean said, and had already started to pinch the second cake.

This time Marino clearly saw that although Sean's main process was hand-kneading, on the one hand, his fingers were so clever that he could be compared to the top-notch craftsmanship. Even the most fragile fish roe and tofu could be completely pinched into the cake by him.

On the other hand, before each raw material is kneaded, it will be cleverly processed, either marinated, or slow-cooked at low temperatures, or some cooking skills that are unheard of even him.

Sean had only two hands, but to Marino's view, he seemed more skillful than the Latroons with four arms!

For a moment, Marino could see it clearly.

"If you don't eat it, the taste will become worse." Shaun reminded Marino while processing the second cake. Seeing that the latter was still ignorant, Shaun simply stopped working, put on gloves, then pinched Marino's chin, and stuffed the cake into his mouth.

As a Jedi apprentice who practices thrift and promotes virtue, Sean is the most shameful thing to waste food.

Marino was subjected to atrocities and struggled subconsciously. However, the moment the taste buds touched the cake, his short body frozen, and an inexplicable emotion surged into his heart.

Some people say that chefs are one of the least likely people to be moved by food, because they are exposed to too much food in daily life, and their taste buds are already numb.

However, this is actually the biggest misunderstanding. People who cannot be moved by food cannot become top chefs, let alone those with numb taste buds. In fact, the more frequent you are exposed to food, the more you can experience the preciousness of extraordinary things.

Marino was immersed in extraordinary delicacies at this moment. The seven independent and harmonious sweet taste made people feel as if they were on the real planet Kashik, browsing the infinite beautiful scenery covered by the forest... It has been a long time, and no such touching food has appeared.

If the Mithrol man was just smart and creative, the young man in front of him reminded the chef of the high-end restaurant he had studied when he was young.

Solid basic skills and sincerity in treating food can make the simplest ingredients burst out with unparalleled delicacies. The chef occasionally cooks employee meals for his employees, which will allow employees to appreciate the true meaning of being ingenious.

This guy...

Marino couldn't help but ponder: He seemed to have really found a treasure. If this young human could work for him in the kitchen with peace of mind, the President would definitely have a higher evaluation of the kitchen work.

However, you must be careful to take advantage of this guy's position. He holds his own handle in his hand and has the unique skill of holding desserts with bare hands, which is actually a very unstable factor.

So, after please the President, I will find a way to get rid of him.

Just as Marino was already thinking about how to eliminate hidden dangers, Sean had completed the production of the second cake and handed it over to the waiter robot, who ran away on his dexterous wheel.

Soon, in the restaurant, the president's surprise laughter even reached the kitchen.

Sean smiled, knowing that he had passed the third level successfully.

However, soon, Sean's smile calmed down.

Although the third level was successfully passed, the plan changed.

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That night, in the basement of the manor, in the staff dormitory of four people, Sean lay on his back on the square bed, and the thunderous sound of his roommate Dvalons came from his ears. The room was filled with rich alcohol, sweat and mold mixed with each other, like a powerful antibiotic...

But none of this interferes with the meditative Jedi apprentice.

When meditating, Sean will eliminate the five senses and only feel the flow of the Force. All external interference is insignificant. Under the protection of the Force, Sean's thinking becomes clearer and clearer. This whole day's experience is clearly presented in his mind as if it is a projection.

Overall, the plan was almost perfect—except for two issues.

The Mithrol man had a poor alcohol tolerance and had limited information before he was completely cut off, so some unexpected situations occurred.

First, every dish in the kitchen will be scanned and inspected by a medical robot before being served to the restaurant. The medical robot is the FX6 type of the medical technology industry and is known for its comprehensive functions.

This one in the manor has undergone a very detailed transformation, and its functional modules and standard configurations are very different. Not to mention various toxins, even allergies from food allergies will not be spared. This is precisely the core of Sean's entire plan - he did not think about poisoning the president, but he really needed a small food allergy to cause riots.

It would be fine if it was just this way. Sean could find an opportunity to get close to the past, invade the system, and block its detection module. However, this fx6 comes with a high-sensitive alarm device, which will immediately alert you once you detect the risk. Guards patrolling the manor around the clock will arrive at the scene within ten seconds.

Secondly, there is extremely strict monitoring inside the kitchen, and the work images of each chef will be faithfully recorded, and the president himself can review them at any time. Those employees who have obvious mistakes in their work will be thrown directly to feed dogs, fish, and mushrooms.

The monitoring force on the day of the banquet will only be stronger. In this case, let alone invading fx6, it is very challenging to use the ingredients in your hands to play tricks.

If these two problems are not solved, there is no way to discuss them in the future.

But how easy is it to solve the problem? The president can hide under the table and maintain his 20-year dictatorship and stand firm. There are not many flaws in the security link, let alone the most important link of daily diet?

While meditating, the Jedi apprentice began to sort out the many details in his memory like a cocoon. Soon, he extracted several key points, roughly built an action framework, and then gradually improved it.

By late at night, the plan had been initially formed. Seeing that it was getting late, Sean jumped out of bed and walked out.

He wants to discuss it with his master.

Unfortunately, the communication ring cannot be used here. The cautious and suspicious president has built his estate into a cage that is almost completely isolated from internal and external communications.

Fortunately, even if there is a real prison, there is always room for air release. The network room in the underground dormitory area is one of the few external communication channels in the entire manor.

In the narrow room, more than twenty personal integrated communications are placed in a sloping manner. Employees can connect to the Planet Network of Bergamore - but there are many restrictions. All network channels have been strictly reviewed by the government, and almost only brainwashing programs that praise the president. As for the more exciting and comprehensive holographic network of the Galaxy Republic, it is naturally completely blocked. Most Bergamores may not even know the candidate for the Senate Speaker.

Of course, employees are not very interested in this kind of brainwashing ventilator. They really want to browse external information. They either secretly watch some video articles copied from outside the manor in places where they are not monitored, or they simply sneak out of the manor and go to the lower city to hang out on the "holiday" every Monday or two every week - there are occasionally businessmen from the outside world, bringing fresh and hot stories.

So when Sean arrived, the network room was empty.

This made the Gangen people who were ordered to follow him look particularly embarrassed. They stood at the door for a while before gritting their teeth and crawling in.

Sean didn't care at all about the followers. He opened a news channel that praised merits, and what caught his eye was the glorious bronze statue of President Jamie Blasson, who was shining with blue light. A female reporter stood in front of the bronze statue and recited the president's personal biography endlessly.

Sean listened attentively, and after a moment, he closed his eyes and nodded secretly, as if he was devoted to the president's passionate struggle story, cultivating his sentiment and strengthening his moral quality... This scene only made Gungen's two soft ears stand up due to horror - what a psychological pervert is this human being, and he came to praise the president in the middle of the night!?

But in fact, Sean was chatting with his master.

This praise-loving news channel was temporarily added to the Planet Intranet with the help of several large Bergamore enterprises. News reporters are temporary workers, and the manuscripts are written according to the script. Under strict news control, only a few companies convinced by the Jedi masters have the ability to do this.

The trick is that there are five news channels that are temporarily added, and the program is directed to the direction of the manor through the repeater inside the planet. As long as Shaun chooses one of the channels to watch for more than ten minutes through the manor's internal network, Mostima can immediately receive clear information.

Five channels represent five different information: the mission has completely failed, and I am in a crisis and need to be rescued urgently;

The task development has been severely set and it is necessary to evacuate the manor as soon as possible;

The task is not going well and more support is needed;

The task is basically developing smoothly and needs help in detail;

The task development is exactly as expected, please rest assured.

The news channel Sean currently chose expresses the second-to-last message: the task is progressing roughly, but the details need to be adjusted.

About ten minutes later, the reporter in the news program suddenly got stuck while reading the manuscript. He paused for a while before continuing to follow the script.

This strange lag made Sean cheer up immediately, opened his eyes, and stared at the screen with even more concentration.

The master has received the message and has begun to pay attention to the situation on this side.

Next, Sean needs to find a way to feedback the difficulties he encountered to his master through limited channels.

And this is not difficult for the Jedi master and apprentice who have made detailed plans in advance.

Sean silently timed in his heart, and then began to switch to the news channel seemingly irregularly. After a while, he even turned on a communication terminal next to him, browsing two news channels at the same time, enjoying double brainwashing!

This strange behavior has amazing deterrence late at night. The Gungen people who are in charge of stalking only feel the battle between the two and the body is numb, and they only regret why they have to take on such a thankless errand.

However, the Gungans had no idea. Just under his nose, Sean had already feedbacked important information.

Through constant channel switching, Sean actually sent a special and simple set of encodings, which can roughly correspond to the corresponding situation on the plan table after conversion.

"Master, I have encountered some new situations here, specifically... and my plan is... looking forward to your guidance."

After the code was sent, Sean was silently waiting for the feedback. His focused eyes fell on the screen, and it seemed to be in contact with President Jamie Blasson... The Gungens finally couldn't bear this beautiful picture and walked away in a mess. There was only one message to the above: This was a complete mental illness... No, he was a complete patriot!

Patriot Sean, then the patriot, got the information he wanted.

The temporary reporter on the screen is still reading the script, but the presidential biography read aloud is slightly different from the standard version sold on the market, and some paragraphs and words are clearly missing.

Extracting these paragraphs and words and slight adjustments is the feedback message Mostima sent to Sean.

"There is no big problem, and your entry point has been selected very well. The specific operation suggestions are as follows..."

Sean read and remembered it. After a moment, he was convinced by his master's meticulousness and thoughtfulness again. Although he had already had a slight case when he asked the question, he still seemed crude and even clumsy compared to the advice provided by his master.

The road to apprenticeship is still long.

However, after receiving guidance from the master, Sean only felt a smooth road ahead.
Chapter completed!