The journey starts from Dragon Ball

As a cooking school, Tomotsu has a kitchen anytime, anywhere.

As the kitchen of Totsuki Commander-in-chief Nakiri Senzaemon, it was even more luxurious and exaggerated, spacious and bright, although it had not been used several times.

But all tools are as brand new, with special care from professionals.

Seeing Erina and them all followed into the kitchen, sitting on chairs and looking at themselves in an admiring manner, Monkey King was speechless: "Are you going to watch the show?"

Nacerei Onora smiled softly: "We are just looking forward to what you will do. Will it be better than the last time the Buddha jumped over the wall?"

Monkey King: "This is natural. The dishes prepared this time are truly delicacies. They are already legendary dishes."

When Erina and the others heard the words, their eyes lit up: "Real food? Goku, are you planning to make a cooking seriously?"

"Yes, after all, your mother's tongue has become extremely picky. The dishes made with ordinary ingredients can no longer satisfy her appetite. Today, I will let you try my real cooking skills."

Nageri Senzaemon looked at Monkey King with a stunned look: "So far, haven't you been serious about your cooking?"

The Buddha jumped over the wall that he had tried before, thinking it was the best in the world, but unexpectedly, isn't that the limit of Monkey King's cooking skills?

At this moment, Nakiri Senzaemon was also full of expectation.

As for Alice and the others, they can't help but swallow their saliva. They have tried the craftsmanship of Flores, and they have long been looking forward to trying that unspeakable delicacy again.

Monkey King casually touched the table, all kinds of brightly scented ingredients flashed on the table, and at the same time, as if thinking of something, he looked at Alice: "By the way, you go and call Ryoko Sakura and ask them to join together. Come here, lest they say I'm partial, and then I will have to make a separate copy for them."

"Okay." Alice immediately took out her phone and stepped aside to call.

And Monkey King looked at the daughters of Nacer Leonora: "Don't just look at them, come and help me wash the vegetables."

"What are these ingredients? Why haven't I seen so many?"

Erina's mother picked up a piece of crystal-clear meat, smelled it, and looked intoxicated: "This should be venison? It still carries a natural fragrance. Is this really deer?"

"Don't be emotional, take it and wash it quickly, I don't have the mind to explain it to you over and over again." Monkey King said, looking at the sitting still Nagari-Senzaemon: "You still have you, too. Wash the vegetables for me, everyone else is busy, are you embarrassed to sit there and do nothing?"

"You kid really doesn't know how to respect the old, do you even have to call for the old?" Nakiri Senzaemon looked at Sun Wukong helplessly, thinking that he is handsome and handsome, but no one dares to follow him. He didn't even dare to speak, even the son-in-law who was expelled from the house.

If you dare to talk to him like this, there is only Sun Wukong in the whole Nanchei family, but in order to eat one bite, he can only obediently wash the vegetables.

After half an hour, when they waited for them to wash all the ingredients and watched the big pot prepared by Monkey King that was taller than others, enough for three people to hold together, they were all confused: "This... such a big pot? Are you? What are you going to do?"

Nagiri Senzaemon also said with a look of amazement: "Your ability to change things at will is getting more and more exaggerated. Where did you get such a big pot?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and throw in all your washed ingredients." Monkey Wukong has already thrown in most of the ingredients at this moment.

"Throw it all in? The whole one? Are you sure?" Erina's mother looked at Monkey King suspiciously.

Monkey King said in a positive tone: "Throw it all in."

"I want to see what you can make." Mother Erina and others Yiyan threw their washed ingredients into the cauldron.

"How do I feel that it looks a little unreliable?" Nacere Leonora couldn't help but muttered, but she was still very much looking forward to the trust in Monkey King's cooking skills, but she didn't know that Monkey King could do it. What kind of food come out.

Alice, who called back, looked at the scene in front of her and looked at Monkey King in amazement: "Wukong, don't you want to be a giant Buddha jumping over the wall?"

Erina and the others were all a little surprised when they heard this. This kind of approach really seemed like that.

"Don't worry, what I made this time is not a Buddha jumping over the wall, but Century Bisque." Monkey King said as he took out a bunch of ingredients that Erina and the others had never seen before, and threw them into the pot, although they had never seen it. But looking at the gloss and the fragrance, they are sure that none of the ingredients are ordinary.

Before cooking, just looking at the ingredients will make you appetite, and you can't stop it. One can imagine, how delicious will it be if it is made into a dish?

Erina's mother, who has always been particularly picky about food, couldn't help swallowing her saliva, staring at the ingredients in the pot with greedy eyes, wishing to jump into the pot immediately.

For people who have not eaten for many years, it is better to be considerate of this performance.

"Century Bisque?!!!" Erina and the others, their eyes lit up.

Upon seeing this, Ninchereonora was full of curiosity: "Have you heard of it?"

"Of course." Alice's eyes gleamed: "I have heard Wukong say before, and Sister Frosy also mentioned to us. I heard that it is really a dish of the century. The longer the time, the soup will precipitate. The clearer, the more delicious."

Monkey King: "That is the oldest method, and what I want to do is the improved century soup. It doesn’t need time to settle. The most important thing about the ancient century soup lies in the soup. Although the taste is also soup, the soup is also delicious."

Erina's mother was already a little impatient and urged: "Stop talking, do it now! I'm so hungry that I'm groaning."

"Don't worry, this dish is complicated, even if it's me, I will have to make it for a few hours. Wait at ease." Monkey King said and waved his hand. With a beacon, the pot was already burning. A raging fire.

Erina's mother looked surprised and said, "This guy's methods really look like a magician, with mystery everywhere."

"By the way, what's your name?" Monkey King suddenly looked at Erina's mother.

"It's very impolite for you to ask like this." Mother Erina tilted her head and looked at Monkey King, and said, "Nagiri is true, you must remember clearly."