Chapter 916: What it will look like forty or fifty years later
Two rough big hands were held together, and the crunching sound made one's teeth ache.
After half a minute, the leader relaxed his strength, separated their hands, and laughed with his hands on his hips, "Hahaha, as expected, the wrist strength is also first-rate, let's call it a draw! "
Gordon retracted his hand in silence, "You don't have to Save face for me, you can't fake your strength, you won."
He thought that at the age of sixty or seventy, the opponent's muscle strength would decline more, so he was a little cautious at first. He was caught off guard, and the bones in his hand were almost crushed by the other party.
In the end, he had exhausted all his strength, but the grand leader still seemed to have some remaining strength.
At least in terms of wrist strength, the opponent is indeed better than him.
To be honest, this is the first time Gordon has met someone who can dominate him in terms of strength.
Of course, the great elders are not included in the category of "people".
Seemingly appreciating the phrase "Strength cannot be faked," the leader reached out and patted Gordon on the shoulder again.
This time it was an encouraging pat on the shoulder, not the kind that made a loud sound and could break the table.
"I'm sorry, this old guy is always like this, but it seems that he quite likes you." The commander-in-chief smiled and walked over, "'Gordon the Brave,' right? He is such an outstanding young man. Man.
Mecca told me something about you in the letter, the head of the special investigation team, haha, you will be the leader from now on. These young people!"
After finishing speaking, the commander-in-chief looked at the crowd on the trestle, "Everyone from the Special Investigation Team, on behalf of the New World Ancient Dragon Investigation Team, I welcome you all.
I won’t say any more clichés, the welcome dinner is ready, come with me!”
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the large canteen "Weapons and Lynx Pavilion" in the Star Stronghold is in full swing.
“Meow——”
Pork Chop and Pandan gathered in front of the open kitchen, watching the cat chefs of the investigation team show off their skills.
The chef, or as we call it here, the head cook, is Elu who feels more like a butcher than a chef.
Adult Ellu is about one meter taller. For example, Pandan is ninety-nine centimeters. Unfortunately, she never grew up that last centimeter.
The pork chop has a good foundation. After eating and practicing with a master like Gordon for many years, his height has jumped to over 110 centimeters, which is a full circle taller than the average Ellu cat.
The chef in front of me is nearly 130 centimeters tall, with muscles all over his body to the point of being somewhat deformed. His shoulders are as wide as two average Erlu, and there is a huge gap between his closed right eye. The scars seemed to be the claw marks of some kind of monster.
Just standing there with arms folded, a fierce perch hit me.
In the center of the cooking area of the cat chefs is a huge and thick rock slab. There is a strong fire underneath, making the slab hot.
Put fresh meat rich in oil on it, and the sound of "sizzling" will make people want to drool.
Pandan's saliva was already watering.
Pork Chop was intently observing the cooking methods of the cat chefs.
The cooking methods of the investigation team’s cat chefs are mainly grilling on rock slabs and stewing in large pots.
Perhaps it is too wild and monotonous in the eyes of some chefs who pursue exquisiteness, but in order to fill hundreds of mouths of the investigation team, this is the best way to strike a balance between deliciousness and efficiency.
Put fresh meat, fish, shrimps, clams and seafood on it, quickly fry it to create a charred layer, sprinkle a glass of strong wine, cover and simmer for a while, then sprinkle with the most basic seasonings such as salt and pepper. The pungent aroma spreads immediately.
The chef, who had never done much, just stood aside with his strong arms, sniffling, a "not bad" expression on his face, and nodded slightly.
Cat Chef respectfully stepped aside.
The chef raised his cat's paws, carefully picked up a sprig of fresh rosemary, and carefully placed it in the center of the just-finished grilled fish.
Inject soul.
Panlan almost spit out her saliva. She couldn't wait to ask: "Can it be eaten?"
The chef crossed his arms again and made a cold "please enjoy" gesture.
As soon as Chef Mao put the grilled fish on the same huge plate, Pandan had already pounced on it.
The pork chop’s eyes shone brightly, “It turns out it’s like this, it not only retains the original flavor and tenderness of the ingredients, but also takes into account the scorched aroma and crispiness of the grill.
The only one. The problem is that the quality and freshness of the ingredients are extremely high, and the cooking method can only be used in areas where the abundant ingredients come from. It’s exciting!”
The chef turned his head with a “swish”! , looking at the young Ellu.
Strong muscles, powerful claws, the huge scar on his forehead is very conspicuous, and there are countless small scars hidden among the hair.
This is a warrior cat who has experienced many battles.
Coupled with his understanding and love for cooking skills and ingredients, the chef narrowed his eyes slightly.
It seemed to see itself when it was younger.
"Meow——" The deep purring voice does not sound like an Elu cat, but more like the growl of some tooth dragon species.
"It seems that I have to show off my skills, meow."
The head chef muttered in a deep voice and clapped his paws.
The two Ellu cat chefs nodded vigorously and ran away. Not long after, they worked together to carry a huge piece of meat weighing forty or fifty kilograms.
The cross-section of the meat has beautiful marble-like fat patterns. This is the highest grade of herbivorous dragon meat.
The head chef slowly pulled out the huge cat sword behind him. Even if the tip was broken, the blade was still over one meter long.
As if to warm up, he shook his chest muscles.
Using the cat's paw and knife and fork at the same time, Pandan's beard, which was quickly stuffing grilled fish into his mouth, trembled, and stepped back while holding the plate, "The old man showing off his muscles is a bit disgusting, meow."
Chef: "."
Just at the cooking table At the wine table in front of us, the leader burst out laughing, "Hahahaha, I haven't seen that guy look so serious for a long time.
It's been a long time since I heard a young Elu dare to say that. Oh, the old man showing off his muscles, hahahaha!”
Hayata, who was at the same table, smiled dryly and apologized for Pandan. That guy was always neither big nor small.
Gordon shrugged, took a few sips of wine, picked up a piece of leg meat from an unknown bird, and ate it happily.
Anhil looked at the group leader, then at the chef, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Is that chef cat your hunting partner?"
"Haah, it used to be, but then we all retired too!" The leader threw a piece of meat with bones into his mouth, rinsed it and spit out the clean bones.
So Ellu cats will really become more and more like their owners?
Anhil once again looked at the leader who had torn off his sleeves and exposed two muscular arms.
It is still February, which is not even the beginning of spring. The comment about Pandan wearing a vest does not seem to be a problem for this person.
Behind the barbecue station, the chef is wielding a cat sword, or should we say a chef's knife? He bravely prepared the huge piece of herbivorous dragon meat.
The pork chop seemed to have itchy hands, so he threw away his knife and fork and ran into the cooking area, grabbed an apron and put it on, and came to the head chef to help.
The head of the group at the wine table seemed to be competing with Gordon, throwing barbecue into his mouth one after another, and the wine never stopped, and the wine barrel next to the table was almost empty.
Anhir sighed, turned to Hayata and said:
"I always feel that I can already see what Gordon and Pork Chop will look like in forty or fifty years." Ps .
The chief of the regiment must have retired. You won’t see him carrying a weapon in the wild. (Of course, the bigger reason may be the need for game performance)
(End of this chapter)