Bloody Kutya

go somewhere else to ask for a job." The bear-man threw As

ymore. My, My mother is sick. I need a j

nd to them and made himself into a dogeza po

nd our language! I said le

He's just a poor pi

show pity to such a pi

ed her eyes at him befo

can cook. Th

nd La

ooker for pastries? Since the last o

listened to it and s

ould, Should I quit and find somewhere... No, this is my last chance! I can

make it better, well, let's s

an, harrumphed an

ckled before she entered a b

this job, he can help her mother to live a better life on this planet. It doesn't matter how m

scene sounds could be heard due to his extraordinary hearing sense. H

from a Werewolf Tribe. The sound was like some pair of werew

getting watched by others. To him, they were shameless and stra

They were entertaining the opposite genders that come into this house. Some females were feeding

e watched him in confusion but was

ond

re, Seco

nd Lady. Please ac

out toward her. Sh

e an interesting gu

hat fat male who

ious

ished. Then, they glared at

ke him attract t

d ignored everyone around him. He only

made something unpalatable or poisonous, you can say goodbye to your neck. Are

th a sweet smile. It looks li

here should I send

be waiting." She pointed to a d

fore he met a m

doing here?" He a

saw the

ond

cook a pastry. I

e cook bows at her bef

overwhelmed with a mix of sadness and happiness. He remembered that he used to make his own food creations.

rying?" The male co

Sorry. It's nothing..."

stries was used to entertain your

! Just let me tell you, our Second Lady has a very tricky taste. She killed lots of

shoulder before leaving t

would tell their secret recipe after all... So, I guess I'll make the usual

as at has everything he needs to make pastries he likes. But

ing from his perspective, the Second Lady doesn't like greasy types. If not, she wouldn

h-baked and steamed p

s?! It tastes weird!"

dn't reply. He took a wide tray and put the pastries in it with a mi

rough a glass wall. The mating pair on the other side of the wall couldn't see

side and put the tray in front of her. There was a Japanese table where she put her legs

he realised who it was. And, she doesn't l

ust you. Yo

hile taking a plate with a fluffy bun on it and placing it in front of her. Then, he pour the milk tea

oy it, miss."

these pastries taste awful, I'll cut your head

ntent. Asven nodded stiffly. He didn't watch her eat because it w

cares about his and his mother's life right now. This was his last hope to

melts in my mouth without hindering my tooth. It's not sweet but sour

made in rainbow colours which looked amazing to her but the taste was strange on h

t would soothe your sour

ut not that sweet. Just enough to make her appetite for other pastries increase. So, she too

hazelnut..." She thought about it

ting hearing her groan of pleasure wa

astries t

made me

d at her with a sh

u

e to show you around later. You'll start work at eleven in the morning until eight at night. As

ats faster every second. H

ou, thank you. I, I agree! I

ou're my personal pastry chef. If there is anyone who dares to bully

ven was

yaga to make an exercise set for you. I don't want everyone to tell me that my pastry chef is ugly.

wed again. "

en. After that, he met with the male cook whose name was Ambrios. The

our Second Lady, no one would dare to bother you. Make sure you stay smiling and nodded at anything they talk about. Especially around the First Lady, you h

w. Ambrios might look like he dislikes him but unkn

vers for my mother?" He ask

The latter w

dishwasher where some left food was

arbage so much?" Ambrios n

re can still be eaten. It was a waste

t wr

ey was almost exhausted now. They can only take drastic measures by picking

e looked at Amb

back of his head and

can

see

le for your mother. It has mixed with a little

n after looking at th

Asven was

e thought the leftovers were normal meals. Who wo

anation because he might take it lat

her instead of being happy

k here is that we can make our own meal and bring it home. But

Rea

o make your own and go home. You'll start

you so much!" Asven wa

light meals for his mother. As for him, it wa

it for me!" Neisha appeared out of nowhere be

e..." He didn't notice th

hurry and make one. I don't want to be hu

ght awa

ks until he reaches a red door and knocks on it. He doesn't need anyone to point the way because since she got c

Neisha's vo

by the look of the room. He almost let

t is thi