Chapter 4 I will not eat World of Warcraft!
Beside the river, smoke curled up.
Gray looked in the direction of the noble boy.
He was standing next to the oil pan on the fire, handling the ingredients on the top of the barrel, with a focused face. The slender hand holding the handle of the knife looked even more beautiful under the golden light of the setting sun.
Yeats modified the chicken legs of the snake and cockerel, wrapped them in egg liquid and wheat flour and deep-fried them in a pan.
Then peel off the skin and bones of the snake tail, add tomatoes, green peppers and other vegetables and skewer them on wooden skewers to start grilling.
【Fried snake, chicken and beast legs: one star. The fried chicken legs are made from chicken legs taken from the snake chicken. The chicken legs are crispy and juicy. Temporarily gain stamina consumption after consumption (small)]
[Assorted snake tail skewers: one star. The tail of the snake cockerel is cut off and served on skewers made with vegetables, giving it a unique flavor. After eating, you will temporarily gain poison resistance (small)]
Yeats looked at the instructions in front of him and pondered for a moment.
This should be the effect mentioned in the talent description, providing additional benefits to food.
It seems that the higher the quality of the ingredients and the higher the star rating of the cuisine, the stronger the benefit effect provided.
If you use the cologne meat that Gray mentioned to cook...
Yeats quickly shook his head.
If you don’t want to die, it’s better to give up this dangerous idea as soon as possible!
“The snake-cockmon is a monster with a chicken on one end and a snake on the other. Which side is its head?”
On the other side, Phokas twirled his white beard and said to Gray Cope:
"The academic community has been arguing about this for hundreds of years, and has not yet been able to give a unified answer. It is really a puzzling monster. Ah!”
“Such a crappy issue can be discussed for hundreds of years,” Gray hugged his knees and sat on a big rock, complaining, “I think this academic world is so boring. It’s hard to explain!”
“Also—don’t you really want to persuade your young master?” Gray’s face turned pale and he said nervously, “That’s a meal made by a monster. It’s hard to cook it alone. It will be poisoned!”
“This is the first meal the young master has cooked for me.”
With a glimmer in his eyes, Phokas said movedly:
"What's the harm in taking some antidote after a meal?"
Grey: "..."
I can’t understand this bond at all!
Gulu.
I can already hear my stomach shouting that I'm hungry.
Gray sat cross-legged on the big stone, holding her cheek, feeling extremely heavy.
Should I eat or not eat later?
It’s better to go hungry than to have vomiting and diarrhea.
Warcraft cannot be made into food, this is written into the code.
Well, it’s decided, I won’t eat even a bite!
Gray nodded, cheering herself up, and suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma, and suddenly became excited and secreted.
Looking closely, I saw Yeats walking over with two bowls of steaming rice, with chicken legs and skewers on them. The chicken legs were golden and attractive, and the skewers had a unique aroma.
"I know the answer, Phocas."
As a food spirit, Yeats is already a man at the top of the food chain and knows the characteristics of Warcraft very well.
"Oh? Master, what's the answer?"
"The cockatrice is an egg-laying animal. Which side is the head depends on which side of the chicken head or the snake head breaks out of the shell first, so each cockatrice There are individual differences."
Yeats said calmly: "This is the reason why academic circles are arguing!"
Fourcas and Gray looked shocked.
What a trivia fact!
She was obviously hungry enough. She had been roasted on the fire like a witch in the morning, and now she had to hear the knowledge that she was so cold that she was freezing... Gray's expression was lost and she put her hands on her lower abdomen. Her stomach was also growling at this moment.
At this moment, a fragrant bowl of grilled skewered chicken drumsticks and rice bowl appeared in front of her.
"Eat it." Yeats said with a smile, "This is the Warcraft delicacy I made with my culinary talent. It tastes first-class."
Gray swallowed involuntarily.
The hot rice is covered with a layer of smooth eggs and garnished with chopped green onions. The golden chicken drumsticks and assorted skewers placed on the table exude a tangy aroma.
However, the curious appearance of the cockatrice appeared in his mind, and Gray's expression became ugly again.
"Take it away, I won't eat food made from Warcraft."
Gray crossed her arms and resisted: "There is no compulsion to eat in our employment contract Regulations, I am very sure of this!"
Yeats shrugged and did not force it.
I turned around and found that Phokas was holding his rice bowl, looking up at a 45-degree angle, with tears in his eyes, as if praying to the sky, and mumbling words.
"Master, have you seen it? The young master can cook for himself, and he has also awakened his talent for food..."
He was originally a famous playboy who relied on his father, the Earl, to do evil.
Focas is the guardian knight of the Brondi family. His life was saved by his father in his early years, and he also rescued Yeats, who was still a baby at the time, from a group of kidnappers.
Although the original body was a newborn, every dog passing by would be kicked by him.
But he respected the steward, and the relationship between the two was close, which was why Phokas accompanied him to the fief.
"Eat it, Phokas, the taste will change when it gets cold." Yeats advised.
"Understood, Master." Phokas took out a small bottle of antidote from his arms and put it aside for later use under Yeats's speechless gaze.
Immediately picked up the snake meat skewers and took a bite with a look of regretlessness.
He was suddenly stunned.
"This... is delicious, young master."
Fokas calmed down and commented with a great sense of astonishment:
"A little bit of the fishy smell of Warcraft It has no taste at all and is even more delicious than ordinary kebabs."
Yeats raised his lips and said proudly: "That's right, I am a professional man."
Gray couldn't understand what Yeats was talking about at all, but after staring at Phokas for a long time, she didn't see anything strange about him.
In addition, she was really hungry, so Gray gave it all, closed her eyes, grabbed the chicken drumstick, and bit it down hard.
Bah.
Crispy dough, plenty of juice, and tender chicken.
A look of astonishment appeared in Gray's eyes.
She exclaimed in a low voice: "These chicken legs are delicious."
It was so unexpected.
“I didn’t expect Warcraft to taste like this, right, Miss Gray?” the housekeeper said with a smile.
“Hmm, very juicy!”
Gray’s eyes gleamed as she took another big bite of the fried chicken leg.
Yeats glanced at her sideways: "Didn't you say that you don't know how to eat food made with monsters?"
Gray wiped her mouth, her cheeks were slightly red, and she said firmly:
"I was too hungry this time. Next time, next time I will definitely not eat again."
Yeats: "..."
The Dragonborn can always find an excuse!
Yeats also served himself a portion and just stood and enjoyed it, his eyes shining slightly.
Well, it is indeed delicious.
If it were the flesh of an ancient dragon...
Damn it, don’t even think about it! It's too dangerous and not worth it at all!
Yeats tasted the delicious food carefully, looked at the gradually rising night, and said calmly:
"After eating, take a rest early and recharge your batteries. We will definitely have a good time along the way. We will also meet other monsters.”
Gray devoured the food, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster, and she said vaguely:
"Well, got it!"
After eating and drinking.
Fokas went to the river to wash dishes.
Gray took the initiative to help.
"I won't bother you, Miss Grey." Forkas was in a good mood with a smile. The young master really impressed him today.
“Where is it?” Gray rolled up her sleeves, “Leave it to me.”
Click!
Gray was stunned for a moment and murmured: "I'm sorry, it's my first time washing this kind of porcelain bowl. I didn't do it on purpose..."
Yeats: "On purpose?"< br>
"No!" Gray was embarrassed, and his subordinates didn't pay attention and made another crisp sound.
"I won't bother you, Miss Grey!" Forkas forced a smile from between his teeth.
The moon and stars are sparse.
Beside the bright campfire, Phokas unfolded the parchment map and muttered:
"From the map, we will pass through a hill tomorrow, and we may encounter ocher monsters and petrified sheep. Such common monsters”
Yeats put his chin on his hands and had already begun to think about the specific recipe.
Fokas pointed at a red circle on the map and said: "According to the notes provided by the adventurers, birds and monsters have the habit of building nests in this hill. Some lucky people have picked up magic pets there. Egg."
"It would be great if we could have that kind of luck." Gray already regarded himself as a member of the team, holding his cheek and glancing at the map, "This is not just any World of Warcraft. It can be used as a magic pet. A magic pet is usually more precious than an enchanted weapon of the same level."
A magic pet?
Although my talent is powerful, it cannot directly provide combat power.
Now I can't even open a link.
If you can contract a suitable magic pet and then strengthen it through the spirit of food, you can definitely increase your self-protection ability.
Yeats couldn't help but daydream.
Actually, my requirements for magic pets are not high.
The key is to be cute. Play with your magic pet in your free time, and your life will be more joyful.
It can make life in the cold morning frost ridge colorful!
(End of this chapter)