Chapter 331

This is a shop with less than 100 square meters in the past.

But business is booming, and it's basically crowded. In the end, MP has to stand on both sides to maintain order.

There are floating robots at the door to deliver bread to customers. For the money, it's the same as Miranda's. There are menus and payment codes on the outside. Just sweep them.

In the small space of the shop, several figures and various suspended robots are busy.

It's much more expensive for normal businesses to hire robots than real people. The reason why the price of robots is set so high is to let businesses hire human resources to increase employment opportunities. Lott didn't plan to keep working in this shop, so he got some robots to help him. Just do it casually.

When Eric saw it, he went to the back of the line and walked slowly along with the people.

Although he can use the identity of a brave man to tell MP to jump in the line directly, it's also the basic etiquette of a hero to follow the rank and keep the order. He can't use such trifles to tarnish this noble profession. He will be looked down upon by his predecessors.

As the line moved slowly forward, Eric listened to the voices talking about it

"Why are you in line again? Didn't you buy it just now? "

"I just tried to buy a few, but I didn't expect that they were so delicious. MP wouldn't let me jump in the queue, so I had to wait in line."

"How delicious is this shop?"

"You don't know? What's your line? "

"I see you're all in line, so I'll follow you."

"I ate this bread in the morning. I don't know how to describe the taste. When you taste it, you can't help but want to bite it down and eat it up in a few bites."

"True or false."

"Of course it is! It's delicious. I'm going to buy some for my family now. "

Listening to all kinds of voices around, Eric can't help sighing: the elder generation is worthy of the all-round hero, no matter holding a sword or a rolling pin, they can make people feel overwhelmed.

As time went by, it was soon Eric's turn. Just as he was looking at the menu, the warlock next to him whispered, "Lord Lott has been waiting in it for a long time."

Eric listened and strode in.

The furnishings in the house are a little messy

There is a big table at the bottom. A middle-aged man sits there with noodles. Two middle-aged women next to him take the mixed bread back and forth to the table, put various ingredients in it, and then put it on the baking plate one by one, and put it into the layer by layer oven. The robot takes the baked plate out for sale.

It seems that the division of labor is clear and orderly.

There was also a room inside, but the door was closed. It looked like a warehouse.

Eric: "the..."

"Coming." Lott rolled out the flour without looking back. "Come and sit down, boy."

Eric sat quietly in the chair opposite him. Just as he wanted to speak, Lott tore off his mask and said with a smile, "I don't want people to disturb my life here."

"Oh ~ ~" Eric suddenly.

"Come and have a taste of your sisters in law."

Next to the robot with a plate of rosin delicious bread floating near.

Eric looks up at the desk. Two kind-hearted middle-aged women look at him and smile. Maria and Tina are wearing camouflage masks, too. Lott doesn't want to be seen.

Eric smiles, nods to the women and takes a bite out of the bread.

That kind of feeling, how to describe it, very smooth, a bite, will want to eat a bite, a few times to eat up, and then automatically want to pick up the second to the mouth.

When Eric unknowingly ate five pieces of bread, he found that he was a bit impolite, so he quickly swallowed what he had in his mouth and stopped his outstretched hand - and the last one didn't kill. It was a pity.

"Eat the last one. Your sisters in law don't like to waste it." Lott signaled.

"Aye After hearing this, Eric quickly took the last one and put it in his mouth. After eating, he felt comfortable.

Can Lott make bread?

He only knows how to make friends, or Maria taught him, that's all.

After waiting for a while, Lott said with a smile, "it's not just bread this time."

"Well, according to the internal statement of the association, the younger generation has to ask for experience from the older generation, so come here for advice.""Experience..."

Life experience? To tell you the truth, Lott's actual age is 26 years old. Although his master's degree focuses on cultivating senior applied talents from all walks of life, there is no such thing as the brave.

The true memory of the brave was not inherited by Lott.

"Eric, how old are you this year?"

The age of human beings in this world can't be seen from the appearance. Lori like Teresa is an old monster of 130 years old, and Fiona's husky character is more than 50.

"18 years old." Said Eric.

"... very good."

very nice! Brother, I have a lot of life philosophy to teach you!

"The first thing I'll teach you is that although sometimes force can't solve problems, it works most of the time, because the number of mentally retarded people in this world is far greater than that of ordinary people, and force is the only language they can understand."

"Oh, oh ~"

Lott began to blow wildly, and the little brave man nodded beside him.

Behind them, the two women who make bread smile and shake their heads.

Half an hour later, Eric said that he had benefited a lot. Then, he said that he wanted to ask for advice on the use of force, so he hoped Lott would go to the field with him.

"Yes, you go first. I have to deal with it here. I'll come back to you in half an hour." Said Lott with a smile.

"Oh, good master."

Eric walked out with light steps.

Lott came to Maria and they tore off their masks and asked, "how's it going?"

Lott looked out, then looked at them and said, "there's half an hour left."

The three didn't speak and looked at each other tacitly.

They quickly turned around and ran to the inner room, locked the door, and ordered the goblins to turn off the camera. Anyone who dared to peep would throw it into the frying pan.

After a while, there were bursts of joyful chants in the room.

........

It was two hours later when Lott came to the remote grassland of the second district.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Lott said lazily, scratching his scratched hair.

"Master, it's not brave to be late." Eric said with a blue vein on his forehead, his legs numb as he waited.

"I'm not brave, I'm just a bread maker." Lott took a stick and asked, "how do you want to teach?"

"Take me first!" The little brave man raised the blunt sword in his hand and jumped up with a strong wind step.

Lott smiles. Although he doesn't know how to fight, his martial arts left by the brave are basically integrated into his instinct.

As soon as I raised my hand, three mantras were thrown away: seal, defense reduction and explosion.

"You're dead." Said Lott, holding the stick against the neck of the little brave man lying on the ground.

"Come again!"

The unconvinced little brave man pushed away the stick, got up and jumped back, just ready to cast the seal curse.

But the next second, his head covered with a layer of fog, the whole person began to be confused.

"This trick is used to solve the enemies who can seal." Lott finished, added a seal to him, and then reduced the defense to explode again.

"You're dead." Lott held the stick to his neck and said with a smile.

"Come again!"

The third round.

The other side wants to use chaos. Lott raises his hand and throws his explosive skill. When he is still floating in the air, he is sealed again.

last

Lott reached his neck and said:

"You're dead."