Recette Gingerbread

Le nouveau roman "Tremble, Grands Êtres de l'Univers" est actuellement en cours de publication~ Du jour au lendemain, une magnifique déesse de la cuisine se transforme en la méprisée Petite Étoile du Désastre Une maison délabrée de trois pièces, un père handicapé, une mère fragile et deux jeunes soeurs maigrichonnes à s'occuper Comment ?! Sa mère a donné naissance à trois filles juste parce qu'elle portait la poisse à la vie de ses oncles ? Son père est tombé du toit et est alité depuis six mois, juste parce qu'elle jouait avec de la boue à proximité ? Un seul coup de fil à ses grands-parents et l'un tombe malade tandis que l'autre a un accident ; même les fils chéris de la famille de son Oncle s'étouffent avec leur nourriture parce que, par hasard, c'est le jour de son anniversaire Humph ! L'Oncle pourrait le tolérer, mais pas la Tante ! Si je ne montre pas ma puissance, vont-ils tous me traiter comme le chat Garfield ?! Ils pensent qu'avec cinq taels d'argent, ils peuvent me vendre à un faible maladif pour porter bonheur ? Bien, puisque je suis la Petite Étoile du Désastre, transformons leur maison en zone de désastre ! Ils veulent vendre ma petite soeur dans une famille riche pour qu'elle devienne esclave ou servante ? Elle crie, saisit un hachoir, combat les démons qu'elle rencontre et pourfend les fantômes sur son passage. Dès lors, sa réputation de mégère sauvage se répand dans tout le village Tant pis si je suis sauvage. Pour l'amour des miens, je deviens avec joie la Dame de Cuisine peu commune. Avec mes talents culinaires exceptionnels, j'ouvre un restaurant, deviens une chef renommée, invente de nouvelles recettes, conquiers le cœur des gourmands, et même découvre de nouvelles façons d'amasser une grande fortune, menant ainsi ma famille toute entière vers la richesse et un meilleur niveau de vie ! Quant à ces parents sans honte qui reviennent lécher leur visage et reconnaitre des liens de parenté, elle offre un sourire sucré, les salue d'un geste de la main : Bon voyage. L’acte de désaveu est déjà encadré et accroché au mur ! Et pour les hommes, eh bien, même ma petite soeur le sait : Être beau ne remplit pas l'estomac. Un homme qui gagne de l'argent, gâte sa femme et suit les trois obéissances et les quatre vertus est un beau-frère de qualité supérieure. Déclaration sérieuse : Cet article est purement fictif. Veuillez ne pas imiter les intrigues, comportements, actions, etc. Chérissez votre vie et vivez bien~

Tapisserie silencieuse de vies entrelacées, Les Fils Subtils de la Famille suit une famille élargie dispersée dans différentes villes, unie par des souvenirs partagés et de simples gestes d’attention. Sans secrets explosifs ni héritages grandioses, ces individus affrontent les méandres ordinaires de l’existence quotidienne—une carte postale oubliée dans le courrier, un appel téléphonique un dimanche après-midi, le parfum persistant de vieux livres de recettes—et découvrent la force délicate de leurs liens.

Enter Walker Everest also known as the Gingerbread Man. He's a detective. A private eye. In a country that resembles 1980 but with the technology of the 21st century, he and his partner in crime and justice, Helengard Atkinson take on small jobs. In all honesty, this isn't a large story. Just too wash-ups making the best of their lives. Why not read?

Après être morte de manière inattendue, elle renaissait en tant que petite fille de dix ans dans une famille de fermiers de l'époque ancestrale, avec à peine quelques pièces dans sa maison et encore moins d'arpents de terre, sans parler d'un foyer composé de personnes âgées, faibles, malades et handicapées. Heureusement, les anciens de la famille étaient gentils et honnêtes, ses frères affectueux et bienveillants, et les voisins harmonieux et amicaux. Pour Yang Mengchen, qui avait souffert du tourment de ses parents et enduré toutes sortes de moqueries et de réprimandes depuis sa jeunesse, c'était véritablement une bénédiction du ciel. Pour soutenir la famille qu'elle aimait, elle prit résolument la lourde responsabilité de subvenir à leurs besoins. Si elle, une CEO d'entreprise moderne qui avait autrefois dominé le monde des affaires, ne pouvait pas nourrir une famille, alors qui le pourrait ? Recettes pharmaceutiques, construction de serres, ouverture de magasins... Non seulement sa famille commença à vivre une vie confortable et prospère, mais elle mena également les villages environnants à créer une scène pastorale magnifique ! Avec de l'argent et de la renommée, en grandissant, Yang Mengchen décida qu'il était temps de choisir un mari, et ainsi, de jeunes talents du monde entier commencèrent à affluer vers elle. Qui aurait su qu'un sombre dieu de la mort bloquerait l'entrée de la maison de la famille Yang ? "Tu es trop grand, tu es trop court, tu es trop gros, tu es trop maigre, tu es trop sombre, tu es trop pâle, tu es inculte, tu es trompeur et sournois... Tous éliminés !" D'un coup, l'entrée était vide, et Yang Mengchen était instantanément furieuse, "Prince, tu as chassé tout le monde. Comment suis-je censée choisir un mari maintenant ?" "J'aimerais bien voir qui oserait t'épouser. Je ne m'opposerais pas à l'envoyer dans le Monde souterrain en tant que marié !" Yang Mengchen... Un certain Prince énumérait ses mérites sur ses doigts : "J'ai du pouvoir, du prestige, et des biens, pas de concubines, pas d'amours secrètes, pas de frasques — J'incarne les normes des trois obéissances et des quatre vertus d'un mari... En bref, seul moi, cet homme sans pareil, suis digne de toi !" Les gardes : Oh sage et vaillant Prince, est-il vraiment bon d'être si en manque dans ton rôle de mari ?

Once upon a time, there were a little old woman  and a little old man  who lived in a little cottage  near the river . The little old woman  and the little old man  were hungry, so the little old woman  decided to bake a gingerbread man . She made a big batch of gingerbread dough, then rolled it flat and cut it in the shape of a gingerbread man . She gave him raisins for eyes , a cinnamon drop for a mouth , and chocolate chips for buttons . Then she put the gingerbread man  in the oven  to bake. When the gingerbread man  was done, the little old woman  opened the oven  door, but before she could take him out, the gingerbread man  jumped up and ran through the kitchen  and out of the cottage  shouting, "Don't eat me!"

Diana and Eric are a contestant in a famous televised baking competition, and their beautiful gingerbread Christmas cake is about to impress the judges. This year’s competition has a twist: you have to switch partners, and you must work together to develop one winning vision to win the grand prize. After meeting a new partner, will love flows or?...

In the city of Sweetwater, there is a long line of noble families who each have their own unique ability. The Gingerbread family, for example, has the power to see the history of victims that have been killed. However, they are not well respected among the other families, as their power is seen as lesser than the other families, due to its high margin of error due to not being able to always see what you want, and the strain it places on the user. These inherited powers called sweets have blended into daily life for the city of Sweetwater. Nero Gingerbread is the latest in this line of detectives, and he is determined to use his power to create his art. Detectives of Sweetwater are allowed to take on cases alone once they have reached adulthood. Nero, having just turned 18-year-old, finds satisfaction in creating detailed maps of crime scenes and considers solving crimes to be a work of art. Nero is tasked with his first case solving the murder of a young man in an alley Nero uses his unique ability to see the past of the victim, but he soon finds he may not be ready for what he discovers. Sometimes, it is better to leave things unknown.

"Congratulations Host! You are now bound to System #1225 aka Finding the Right Guy Before Christmas System!" The shocked Luca, who find himself seeing a floating gingerbread man with candy cane hooked into the a fist sized snow flake: "..." Oh. This thing smells so good– No! That's not the point! What 'right guy'!? F*ck, I'm a man! D*mn*t And so, the system appeared and wrecked havock Luca's ordinary life. With its sweet, delicious scent, the gingerbread man and its candy cane walked round and round with Luca at the center, pestering and demanding him to do missions and tasks. ... While going home all the way from work– Sweet delicious smell lingers in the air going right under Luca's nose. With a sound of bells playing "Jingle Bells" twice. The gingerbread man issued a mission with a tasks. Mission #1 : Within 20 seconds a handsome guy will came out of the cake shop while holding onto his newly brought cake. Task 1: Destroy the newly brought cake. Task 2: Compensate the handsome guy with your body. Luca: "..." (─.─||）ignore it... ... While doing his routine jog in the morning at the park– "Jingle Bells" rings again. Mission #2: A handsome guy is sitting on the bench at 3 o'clock. He was currently resting with his dog. Task 1: Free the dog Task 2: Help the handsome guy at catching the dog. Task 3 : Compensate the handsome guy with your body. Luca, who continue to jog as if he heard nothing, but can't stopped himself from looking towards the handsome guy at the bench : "..." =_= That man looks familiar... The smug system with its delicious smell wave it's candy cane excitedly: "Of course his familiar. His the handsome guy from last night! His handsome right!" Gritting his teeth, Luca choose to ignore the system again. ... While buying things from the supermarket– The "Jingle Bell" sounds strikes again. Mission #3: 5 steps to the left, there's a handsome guy having a hard time picking what brand of soy sauce to buy. Task 1: Help the handsome guy with his picking. Task 2: Accompany the handsome guy around the supermarket. Task 3: At the counter, pretend you don't have your wallet and let the handsome guy pay for your things. Task 4: Compensate the handsome guy with your body. Luca: "...your tasks seems to be multiplying..." System: "Awesome, right!" Luca, who unhesitatingly turned to the right: "...oh." ... After ignoring myriads missions and tasks day by day. Christmas unknowingly arrived. Curious, Luca asked the system: "hey, what will happen if I don't find the right *cough* and get *cough* together *cough* before Christmas?" The system stopped for a thought then said dejectedly: "Then, let's just try again next time." Luca: "...oh. That's great." ^_^ Then, let's see each other next year. Little did he know, this 'next time' doesn't need to wait for another year at all! ... The shocked Luca, who find himself seeing a floating gingerbread man with candy cane hooked into the a fist sized snow flake: "..." F*ck! This scene looks familiar!! Familiar "Jingle Bells" tune sounded twice! "Congratulations Host! Once again, this system is system #1225 aka Finding the Right Guy Before Christmas System! Since Host failed to find his Right Guy before Christmas and wasn't able to celebrate Christmas with your right guy. The system will now initiates 'Infinite Chrismast'." The frozen stiff Luca: "..." "So, host. Let's took our time and find your right guy before Christmas!" Handsome Guy: "That's right, baby. Take your time. I will always be here, waiting until you admit that I am the right guy for you." ... Btw, cover pic ain't mine. They should belong to respective owners.

I wait," Mrs. Morel said to herself–"I wait, and what I wait for can never come." Then she straightened the kitchen, lit the lamp, mended the fire, looked out the washing for the next day, and put it to soak. After which she sat down to her sewing. Through the long hours her needle flashed regularly through the stuff. Occasionally she sighed, moving to relieve herself. And all the time she was thinking how to make the most of what she had, for the children's sakes. At half-past eleven her husband came. His cheeks were very red and very shiny above his black moustache. His head nodded slightly. He was pleased with himself. "Oh! Oh! waitin' for me, lass? I've bin 'elpin' Anthony, an' what's think he's gen me? Nowt b'r a lousy hae'fcrown, an' that's ivry penny–" "He thinks you've made the rest up in beer," she said shortly. "An' I 'aven't–that I 'aven't. You b'lieve me, I've 'ad very little this day, I have an' all." His voice went tender. "Here, an' I browt thee a bit o' brandysnap, an' a cocoanut for th' children." He laid the gingerbread and the cocoanut, a hairy object, on the table. "Nay, tha niver said thankyer for nowt i' thy life, did ter?" As a compromise, she picked up the cocoanut and shook it, to see if it had any milk. "It's a good 'un, you may back yer life o' that. I got it fra' Bill Hodgkisson. 'Bill,' I says, 'tha non wants them three nuts, does ter? Arena ter for gi'ein' me one for my bit of a lad an' wench?' 'I ham, Walter, my lad,' 'e says; 'ta'e which on 'em ter's a mind.' An' so I took one, an' thanked 'im. I didn't like ter shake it afore 'is eyes, but 'e says, 'Tha'd better ma'e sure it's a good un, Walt.' An' so, yer see, I knowed it was. He's a nice chap, is Bill Hodgkisson, 'e's a nice chap!"