There was no window in the kitchen, so the delicate girl drew a window on the kitchen wall.

The sloped windows open in the attic have sunshine, grasslands, forests, streams, and rows of golden sunflowers.

There are several pots of nameless flowers on the windowsill, all picked from the wild. The small flowers are weak and cannot withstand the blows of wind and rain.

The delicate girl looked fifteen years old and was wearing a fat white uniform that only a chef would wear. She was very disproportionate to her slim figure. Her long black hair was stuffed into a high hat, and the strands of hair hiding outside were as smooth as satin.

The girl likes sunshine and has a similar painting in her dormitory, which she also painted by herself, with blue sky and white clouds and groups of seagulls.

In the kitchen, whenever I have free time, the girl will lie next to the painting and look at it repeatedly, as if it is real, there are really woods, streams, and birds singing.

I kept watching this, and sometimes the corners of the girl's mouth would rise gently, as if she had thought of something that made her very happy.

When she returned to the dormitory, the girl always lighted the lights when she was sleeping. The lights made her feel safe in this strange place. With the lights, she could also see the blue sky and white clouds outside the window at any time. Every time she saw them, the girl always smiled gently.

At the innocent age, the girl longs for a window, but unfortunately life is cold. She has lived in this cold and dark ground for more than five years. When she came here, she was ten years old, and now she is fifteen years old.

The five best years of life passed by day after day.

Since that cold night, the girl has never seen the forest or grass again, nor has she heard familiar sounds again.

Life is like a black corridor. Girls always walk in the corridor, but they can't see the end, the sunshine, and the windows.

Fortunately, the girl also has a pair of smart and delicate hands, which can make the most wonderful food in the world.

The talent for cooking food comes from family inheritance, and girls also like this job.

Whenever she stood in front of the stove and waved the fried spoon in her hand, she seemed to have forgotten where she was, and her treasured feelings were thrown into the ingredients and turned into tempting delicacies with color, fragrance and taste.

I remember when the girl first came here, she couldn't reach the high pot, so she had to bring a small chair under her feet, staggeringly cooking the taste they wanted for the big guys.

Those big names are important. Assuming that it is not the girl who meets their food needs, perhaps she will not be able to live now.

More than five years ago, the 10-year-old little chef was a unique scenery in this kitchen.

More than five years later, everyone no longer considered this issue. They all felt that cooking food for a lifetime in this kitchen without windows was the fate of a girl. This fate would not end until she was as thin as a hair and gray as she was.

Every year, many people come here, but no one can leave here.

Because this is the most mysterious base under Taya's control, it undertakes the most secret mission.

People living here should pray that this secret mission will never be completed. Otherwise, once the secret mission is successful, everyone will be buried with the secret.

After all, only dead people will keep them confidential.

The girl obviously didn't know that the ending had been destined since the first second she stepped into here, otherwise she wouldn't have drawn a window on the wall and the windowsill was full of beautiful flowers.

In this cold world, a window is a luxury hope that will never be achieved.

The chef with a vicious look on his face came back after praying and looked coldly in the kitchen.

The workers who were still joking just now quickly lowered their heads and worked hard.

A blond girl, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, walked in from outside and saw the tall figure of the chef. She hurriedly picked up a rag and began to wipe the already extremely clean stove.

"Ye Xiaomiao!" shouted the chef with black furry arms.

"At." The thin girl quickly left the window she drew that did not exist and stood constrainedly opposite the tall old man.

"Last night, Director Diao of the Security Department ordered a meal for half an hour late. Minister Diao had already complained to me when he was praying today. What's going on?"

"It was three in the morning, I...I was so sleepy and fell asleep while cooking..."

"Hmph, don't use this as an excuse. You will keep looking at that broken painting whenever you have time. Why don't you give you time to rest?"

"I didn't make an excuse..."

"Just know! Your mission is to make sure that everyone on the base is full and well-fed! Only then can they have the energy to complete the sacred tasks assigned to them by God!"

"yes…"

"Don't say three in the morning, or four in the morning! Five in the morning! Whether you are eating, taking a shower, or sleeping, you must be on the go! In order to ensure that you remember your mission, you are punished not to eat today!"

"yes…"

"This is the list of dinner today. Go and prepare. If anything goes wrong, hum!"

This thin girl is called Ye Xiaomiao, which is wonderful.

There is a wonderful word in her name, but her life is really not that wonderful.

Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, as long as the big guys feel a little hungry at any time and want to eat something, even if they are exhausted, she will try her best to get up and satisfy the tricky appetites of these big guys.

What big men want to eat is just a casual word. The fifteen-year-old cook Ye Xiaomiao wants to work day and night for such a sentence.

Long-term lack of sleep and anxiety made Ye Xiaomiao feel mentally debilitated at a young age. She was afraid of voices and other people's gazes. Even in her sleep, she often heard the vicious chef calling her own name and scolding herself in the most unbearable language.

It is wonderful to enjoy delicious food, but those who cook these delicious food have to endure not at all delicious torment.

Every fifteen-year-old girl should have a beautiful dress to live up to her youth.

Ye Xiaomiao only has a fat white chef uniform and a funny high hat.

Every fifteen-year-old girl should hold flowers in her hands, step on the green space, hum a pleasant tune, gather with her peers and chat with her, so that she can live up to her life like this.

Ye Xiaomiao is always surrounded by spicy smoke, and the iron pot and iron spoon collide, making a jingling sound.

A fifteen-year-old girl should have the whole world.

Ye Xiaomiao only has one window, which is right there but can never be opened.

Ye Xiaomiao started working again. Today's life is like yesterday and tomorrow's life is the same as today.

No one thinks that letting a fifteen-year-old girl take on such a heavy work is a torture. They have long been accustomed to it and think that this is Ye Xiaomiao's fate, and she should have spent her life like this.

Except Anne.

Perhaps because of the fact that the age difference is not much, Anne sympathizes with Ye Xiaomiao.

As a front desk waiter, Annie can at least meet many people and chat with many people for a while, but Ye Xiaomiao always runs back and forth between the kitchen and the dormitory without any surprises, and always has a few stiff faces.

Whenever she has time, Annie will tell Ye Xiaomiao the interesting things she heard and saw from outside. Whenever she is at this time, Ye Xiaomiao will always prick up her ears.

"There are a group of capsuleists outside."

"The capsuleist should be very good, right?"

"What? Most of them are older fat men who sigh and feel bored. However, one of them is quite handsome, with a strong figure, like a martial arts practitioner."

"Yeah?"

"Well, and this young capsuleist likes to eat what you make."

"Why do you say that?"

"Anyway, he is right to have a very special attitude towards food. He is eating very seriously. I have been outside for so long and have never seen anyone so devoutly towards food."

"While eating, he was wiping his eyes, I leaned over and saw him staring at the fried rice you made, which looked very strange. What do you think?"

"What's wrong with him?"
Chapter completed!