Gourmet of Another World

The middle-aged man's words had just fallen, and suddenly caused many soldiers around him to laugh. This burst of laughter, haunted the entire military camp, carried a few plays.

A lot of people look at the gaze of the pedestrian formula with some sympathy, because they all come in this way, they all think that entering the Fire Army is the only thing left to cook, so cooking here is also a qualification.

This middle-aged man is the captain of their firefighter army, Wei Dafu. The cooking skills are very high and the flavors are very good. He is very appreciative of the dishes. A lot of people who spray it often are suspicious of their lives. When they first entered the camp, they were ruined by this middle-aged man.

Wei Dafu looked at the pedestrian formula, and the firefighters had not come to the new people for a long time. I didn't realize that there was a new person here today. This made their life so boring that they could finally find some fun.

With his gaze raised, he glanced at Wei Dafu with amazement. Obviously, he saw that Wei Dafu had no good intentions, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. It was just cooking, simple.

“Show your hands?” The gait is faint and open.

“Yes, I am the captain of this firefighter, it is my responsibility to be responsible for the dishes provided by the firefighter. You should know that in the army, our dishes are very critical. The taste of the dishes is good, the generals will eat it before it is fully motivated, there will be energy and physical battle, the dishes taste bad... can't even eat, even while pulling rare, you tell me how to fight? ”

Wei Dafu waved the iron spoon in his hand, reinvigorating the long theory of words. Simply put, he wanted to test the cooking skills of the school footsteps.

“Okay, give me a place to cook, and provide your ingredients.” Fang was too lazy to listen to Wei Dafu as he spoke, waving directly, interrupting each other's speech.

Wei Dafu's face flashed a little unhappy. The newcomer was a little crazy and dared to interrupt his words.

But he didn't have a problem, he just looked a little obscure and swayed.

Behind him was a young man with a large iron pot in front of the pedestrian, whose face had not faded.

A black vegetable knife in a wooden bar, a few pottery bowls, a barrel of fresh water, and a sack of hemp don't know what the ingredients are.

“Noh, the ingredients and the utensils are here. Let's see how your newcomer cooks, shall we?” Wei Dafu held his chest in his hands and smiled coldly.

The people around him are also interested to watch, the naive teenager is curious to watch the pedestrian formula, he actually doesn't like the pedestrian formula, because even if a normal cook comes to the military camp for the first time, there is no way to cook well.

Because the marching environment and kitchen are so different, there has to be an adaptation process in order to cook well.

Just as naive teenagers don't like pedals, other people around them also don't like pedals, because they know that even if pedals make dishes, they will also be given by Wei Dafu for nothing. By then, they will be bombarded to chop wood. They have seen a lot of such things, it's not surprising.

Many of them want to see the joke of the footsteps. They want to see how the little white face of the footsteps can be embarrassed under Wei Dafu's poisonous tongue.

Walkers don't care about other people's attitudes, he's just a person who doesn't care what other people see.

He walked up to the kitchen utensils and frowned, which were indeed a bit more rudimentary than they had been in that Serpent tribe.

But it's also plausible, after all, to be a marching cook, always on the move, only to build a temporary cooking spot.

With his eyebrows loosened and his mouth curled, he squatted down and opened the sack to see what the ingredients Wei Dafu was offering him.

Once you open the sack, the earthy and hearty aroma comes out, and the sack is actually filled with a big bag of mushrooms, with bundles of regular vegetables and a few potatoes.

It's a simple ingredient. It's the first time a walking formula has come across such a simple ingredient.

“Do you usually cook with these dishes?” The pedestrian couldn't help but look up at the Wei Dafu. These are ordinary ingredients. As soldiers marching, the cultivation is not high, but the body is full of true qi.

This ordinary ingredient is simply not enough to feed them, nor does it have the ability to make up for their true qi.

“What do you care? You think you're entitled to spiritual ingredients now? You use these ordinary ingredients to make dishes that satisfy me.” Wei Dafu punched the corner of his mouth and said in a gaze.

“These are the spare ingredients for our firefighters, and these are the common ingredients that we use to feed ourselves when we run out of spiritual ingredients during the fighting.” The naive boy said.

Wei Dafuton glanced at the teenager, causing the latter to shrink his neck and vomit his tongue.

Walking nod, I understand, this means that Wei Dafu intends to test him with these ordinary ingredients, precisely because it is difficult for him.

Because it's really technical to be able to make delicious with ordinary ingredients.

Standing up on foot, he kicked a few wooden sticks that were scattered on the ground. When the wooden stick floated, he tossed them slightly and casually, so that the wooden sticks were stuck in the ground and steady.

When the iron pan was erected, a simple small stove was quickly formed.

This hand is slightly green, but it makes the eyes of the surrounding people shine. This little white face still has some skill.

The naive teenager got even more excited.

Set up the pan and start working on the ingredients in those sacks, take them all out and sort them out.

Pick up the prepared wooden knife, the knife grips, and the hand feels much worse than the dragonfly knife.

Habitual tricked a cool knife flower, walked to pick up a potato, threw it up at will, then the kitchen knife rotated and cut, the fancy whistle to the extreme, in the amazement of the surrounding people, was to peel off all the potato skin.

The fallen potato was tapped with a knife on foot and fell into the pan.

He laid a clean wooden shelf under the pan, fresh water under the wooden shelf, and those potatoes rolled over the wooden shelf.

Ignition, hot pot. Cover a wooden pot lid, and the palm of the foot is covered over the wooden lid.

“What's this kid doing? Steamed potatoes? Hmm... sculpture tricks.” The movement of the footsteps was fancy, Wei Dafu just squinted, shook his head, and there was some disdain in his heart.

But the position of the pedestrian steamed potato was a bit strange, so why would he have one hand over the lid?

One hand released by foot was holding the knife and ready to start dealing with the washed mushrooms.

Handle ingredients with one hand?

Surprising shouts were made by all around them. The hand of the foot formula has to have some merit.

The gait was light, holding the knife, the wrist was very flexible, and at random, a mushroom flew up, and then floating in the air was cut into pieces by his speed.

The crowd just felt a little confused and found that the mushroom had been cut into pieces and placed neatly in the pottery pot.

Wei Dafu slightly stung his teeth, this little white-faced knife clerk is really... very good! But... what if there's a knifeman? The dishes that are made are delicious!

Grumpy!

Potatoes were dissipated by the fresh fragrance after steaming, but the pedestrian formula did not open the pot. After he cut the bundle of ordinary vegetables as well, the pot cover vibrated violently in his hand, so it was he who opened the pot.

The hazy water vapor rises from the pan and rolls away, accompanied by the freshness of the potatoes.

Each potato in the pot is steamed gold, the color is very nice, the surrounding people, especially the naive teenager, shouted, this is the best steamed potato they have ever seen, it feels like a golden golden gold.

Wei Dafu took a sip of his mouth and mumbled: “The potatoes are even prettier. No, they're still potatoes... nothing new! ”

Seems to have heard Wei Dafu's heart. He raised his head and glanced at Wei Dafu. The corner of his mouth snapped. The rear palm was covered with real qi, and he actually took out those potatoes one by one.

It was placed in a pottery pot, and Le posterior step made a surprising move for everyone around him.

He punched him in the pottery full of golden potatoes.