Extra: Banquet Journey VII

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Thinking of it this way, the incident of Max jumping into the sea to escape today might be the reason why she just made a sum of money. This money is the profit from the party and desserts ordered by the yacht crew.

Max has both a good talent and a certain interest in making cakes.

She mixed with Luke and made too many cakes. Although many times she shouted God to leave, Luke still "exchanged at an equivalent value", filling her consciousness with a lot of skills of a regular pastry chef.

This process is very long, and it is transmitted bit by bit from the foundation, which is essentially no different from Max's serious research on the craft for more than ten years.

Among the villains that Luke killed, there were still dozens or hundreds of those who had the ability of pastry chefs, and it was even more difficult to calculate those who had one or two personal "secret skills".

These skills are fused together with the Free Skills module and become the abilities of a Junior Pastry Chef.

Max, who has been "enhanced" by his primary ability for many years, can definitely go to a top restaurant as a pastry chef.

With this kind of craftsmanship, although she couldn't hold money because she was possessed by a poor god, more and more people came to her to make banquet desserts.

The average American family will occasionally pay for a third-rate chef during the holidays. The expense of a professional pastry chef is neither necessary nor affordable.

Customized desserts and a live show of some of the most fancy cream latte, one-time pure profit from $1,000.

For the sake of money, Max will still accept some custom live shows.

Of course, wearing a serious chef's uniform and accepting praise and praise from everyone as a pastry chef is also one of the "trivial" reasons.

Today, her custom business and performance venue would have been another mansion a few hundred meters away.

As a result, some of the rich second generation, including the sponsor, took a slap in the head and decided to go out to sea and go high on the yacht for a while.

The old driver Max didn't have to think about it, he knew that these guys must be trying to get some weeds.

Although she has been abstinent for many years, it is none of her business to be high on others.

Luke has poured her a lot of life number one over the years, and he will personally teach her body joint skills in his spare time.

They are the ones that can break (dislocate) limbs in seconds.

For the rich second generation without superpowers, Max can cripple ten without effort.

When she meets a superpower, the nano chest protector he gave is enough for her to protect herself for a while.

There were obviously no powerful people on that yacht, at least they didn't do anything to her, otherwise the nano chest guards that detected the danger would automatically activate, take her away, and send an alarm to Luke.

Thinking of this, Luke remembered another "female supporting role": "Where did Caroline go?"

Caroline couldn't have been on the yacht with Max doing rap right there when she landed without calling for help right away.

But... Isn't this former Bai Fumei the one who likes to mix in the custom-made live show of this kind of rich banquet?

Even though Caroline's culinary talent is the same as her pectoralis major - unremarkable, she has a clear understanding of the rules and unspoken rules of high society.

She also has a very strong show-off psychology and performance (Gu Ying), and her speech is first-rate. Max can be explained by her to be very cool with only three-point art.

Conversely, without Max's craftsmanship, the most critical parts of her dazzling hardware would be missing.

Therefore, in general, she should be near Max at this kind of banquet.

Max held Luke with both hands behind him, feeling the strong oncoming sea breeze. Hearing this, he just said loudly, "She is in charge of the delivery and explanation of finished desserts in the villa."

Luke: ...Well, Caroline is actually quite miserable.

If you don't consider the mess of the rich second generation, Max can go to the yacht show and become a "star", but Caroline can only watch the "booth", no matter how you look at it, she looks like a handyman.

However, in this case, you can only take Max to the "tool man" Caroline after finishing the work.

Thinking like this, Luke's motorboat drove a kilometer to the east and found the yacht.

The three-story yacht with a length of more than 20 meters is full of people, and there are various cheers and ghosts from time to time.

With his eyesight, he could still see a few young girls wearing only the lower half of the small cloth belt holding wine glasses, spinning and dancing among a group of men, feeding wine into the mouths of the men by the way.

The little bunnies were having a good time. A cold smile appeared on the corner of Luke's mouth.

The motorboat flicked its tail, and it just slipped out more than ten meters parallel to the yacht, and stopped at the stern of the yacht.

By inertia, Luke grabbed Max and stood up, jumped over the board guardrail, and fell lightly into the fishing deck on the rear deck of the yacht.

The sense of weightlessness frightened Max to bite the towel covering his face tightly, and a crazy whimper sounded from his mouth and nose: This is too exciting, who can resist it.

Two black T-shirt security guards on the rear deck were drinking beer and chatting.

The boss's son's hipi makes them envious, but he can't do anything other than enjoy his mouth.

What's more unfortunate is that in order to prevent some people from getting too high and going to swim at night, they must face the dark sea here.

He couldn't even take a look at the handsome little models and female college students on the deck in front of him.

Until the dull whimper caught their attention, the two of them looked away, just to meet Luke and Max who were floating on the ground.

One of the security guards responded quickly and said, "Hey, this is a private yacht, where did you come from?"

Having said that, their vigilance is not high.

Although Luke's dress is not exaggerated, but the security guards who have been with those sons for a long time can see at a glance that they are not common goods.

Max? She was wrapped in a large bath towel and covered her face, similar to the way some daughter-in-law did, who was afraid of being photographed after fooling around.

Besides, there has been nothing to do here, and they didn't pay attention to the launching of the rear deck when they were bragging. They thought Luke and the two jumped from the front and climbed up from the back.

Luke looked at the system panel: Well, fortunately, there are two little red names. Not a big mistake, but don't be polite either.

Slowly putting down Max, making sure she could stand still, he walked towards the two security guards.

"Be careful. He doesn't seem to be a guest." The security guard who was behind felt something was wrong, and he opened his mouth to remind his companions. He also stretched his hand to his waist, pulled out a folding stick, and threw it away with a click.

The security guard who walked over heard the words and stretched his hand to his waist.

The moment his hand touched the throwing stick, Luke raised his left hand, and his face was a forehand with big ears.

Snapped!

In Luke's eyes, the security's face started to fluctuate from the force, then slowly twisted to one side, and then turned 720 degrees with his body.

With his eyes dazed and swaying for a while, this guy slammed and threw himself on the deck.

The more vigilant security guard in the back looked startled, and slowly danced with the stick in his hand, his body stepped back, and at the same time he opened his mouth and wanted to shout a warning: "Note..."

In a flash, Luke's figure was already standing in front of him.