The journey starts from Dragon Ball

Pole Star House, kitchen.

"Yo~ Wukong, are you planning to cook?" Mrs. Wen Xu heard the noise and went to the kitchen, looking at the Monkey King inside, her eyes lit up.

She is very greedy for Sun Wukong's food, but she is not better than Tian, ​​but she has very few opportunities to eat.

"No, let her do it this time." Monkey King pointed to Nao Sadazuka beside him.

"Isn't this... Nao Sadazuka?!!!" Mrs. Wenxu's face changed drastically, and she reacted extremely strongly: "No! You absolutely can't let her do this!! Do you want Jixingshe to become hell? ?!!!"

Seeing Mrs. Wenxu's exaggerated expression, Monkey King secretly said: Nao Sadazuka's lethality is really amazing, even Mrs. Wenxu can show such a big reaction, and immediately explained: "Don't worry. , Let her cook normal cooking this time."

Mrs. Wen Xu looked suspicious: "Is the dishes she cooks normal?"

"Just look at it or not." Monkey King looked at Nao Sadazuka and said, "The ingredients here are all abundant, so you can do it yourself."

After half an hour.

Sun Wukong looked at the large bowl of black soup in front of him, and looked at Nao Sadazuka standing in front of him with a black line: "What are you doing?"

"Japanese-style fried tofu..." Nao Sadazuka had a gloomy face, with a sense of horror that he would laugh out loud at any time.

Monkey King lowered his head and smelled it seriously: "Are you sure it's not stinky tofu?"

Nao Sadazuka's expression was a bit unnatural, and he laughed out: "It's definitely not..."

"Don't be fooled. Do you think that using garlic and other pungent materials can conceal its smell after deep-frying? Although the smell is almost eliminated after special treatment, I'm sure that you use it absolutely Ingredients for stinky tofu."

Mrs. Wen Xu also smelled it, and nodded earnestly: "Indeed, if you don’t smell it carefully, you really can’t find it. It should be the kind of simple marinated tofu. The smell is not enough. The special techniques used to cover up are almost inaudible."

"This doesn't violate the agreement between us, does it? It's not considered a'dark' dish, right?" Nao Sadazuka looked at Monkey King with a serious look, with a terrifying look: "Furthermore~hehehe~~ ~You really don’t know how to appreciate it. The true aesthetics will not be in the dishes that are only displayed in beautiful decorations. The essence of the food is in the future of horrible dishes!"

Monkey King looked at Nao Sadazuka with a darkened face, and was speechless: "What kind of perversion are you! No matter how delicious it is, it is only a small crowd. Not many people will be willing to eat and smell very disgusting. Things...think about it, the smelly smell in the room, what kind of scene is that? So so far, you don't have a friend. Don't you understand the truth?"

"It's just that they don't know how to appreciate, and they don't understand the true aesthetics of horror cooking!" Nao Sadazuka didn't listen at all, and remained silent in his own world: "The glamorous appearance only makes people feel sick, only the inner The beauty is unparalleled beauty!"

"I didn't expect you to understand such a philosophical question, it's not bad." Monkey King looked at Nao Sadazuka with a little appreciation: "It seems that your inner consciousness is very high, but it is a little bit deep, too much. But there is still salvation."

As he said, Monkey King picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of tofu, his entire brow was beaten.

When Nao Sadazuka saw this, he stared at Monkey King with a ghost expression on his face: "How is it? How is it? Have you been captured by the smell hidden in it?"

"Ah~~ I'm really taken prisoner!!" On the side, Mrs. Wen Xu suddenly panted, and she was lying on the ground in a strange posture. It looked like she was caught by a rope. The strange posture was so constrained, it was really irritating.

"Ahem~~ Your dish... it's really a dark dish..." Monkey King put down his chopsticks and was not trying to take a second bite. The taste, how to say it, is as if the whole person was given the strong stimulating taste. Trapped in general, it's terrible.

But it's so delicious that you can't stop it, this kind of cuisine, if you eat too much, it's really depraved!

In a sense, Nao Sadazuka is simply a talent.

Originally, Sun Wukong wanted to help her get right, but after eating her cooking, he suddenly changed his mind. If there is such a special talent around him, it seems not bad.

Would it be fun to punish those who are disobedient or need training with such dark cooking?

Monkey King looked at Nao Sadazuka earnestly: "It's decided, let you stay!"

"Really...really?!" Nao Sadazuka's eyes widened, with a look of excitement: "I can really become Erina-sama's deputy?"

"It seems that this girl really admires Erina~ That's not enough." Monkey King rubbed his chin, pondering: "Such an interesting guy must be in my hands and obey me."

Thinking about it, an inexplicable smile appeared on Sun Wukong's face: "Of course, as a reward, I will cook and treat you myself."

"Really?" Mrs. Wen Xu, who was still on the ground with hot eyes and panting, whizzed, stood up, and looked at Monkey King's eyes that called a desire: "Wukong, are you really going to cook yourself? "

"Don't~ don't look at me with this kind of eyes, I can't stand it..." Monkey King was all seen shaking his body, hurriedly moved his figure, and left Mrs. Wen Xu's sight. The look in his eyes was really terrifying. It's really not something ordinary people can afford.

Monkey King: "Just right, it's almost time for dinner now, I'll cook two bowls of noodles for you to taste." Then, Monkey King walked into the kitchen.

This time the cooking time took a little longer, because Monkey King wanted to turn the attention of Nao Sadazuka to his own body, so he took a little more seriously this time.

Fifteen minutes later, Monkey King came out with two bowls of ramen and handed them to Mrs. Wen Xu and Nao Sadazuka.

Mrs. Fumio’s just incidental, mainly Nao Sadazuka: "Taste it, maybe it will change your world."

"..." Nao Sadazuka held the noodle bowl, looked at the crystal noodles that were cut like gold, and smelled the soul-corrupting scent, her pupils shrank, and her delicate hand had already involuntarily picked up the chopsticks. I picked up the noodles... ..