Fire mink meat

　　　　Lawrence Pullman, the chef of Poussal Island, does not need to cook the food himself. His main job is to receive the ingredients sent by the supply ship, check the warehouses where the ingredients are stored, and formulate the daily restaurant menu, etc. Management nature work.

　　At this moment Lawrence Pullman was sitting on a small stool in the chef's lounge of the restaurant, playing with a small stove. There is a hollow iron tube on the top of the pot lid, and an iron lump with four eyes is also covered, and the four small eyes of the iron lump are spraying strong steam outward.

　　The more advanced the monster's meat, the tighter the meat. When Frandy was four years old, Abba Lawrence stewed the tenderest breast meat of a first-class monster's golden horn elephant for two days and two nights. That was the first time for Frandy. The second time I ate monster meat, but no matter how much I chewed it, I couldn't chew it, so I had to swallow the whole thing, and I almost choked to death.

　　Then Frandy invented this wok that looked weird on the island. After Lawrence asked a blacksmith to make it and use it, he found that even the meat of a fifth-level monster could be crushed to a pulp, and Frandy returned the cauldron Got a name, called -- "pressure cooker."

　　Since having a pressure cooker, Lawrence has often stewed the best parts of some advanced Warcraft for Frandy to eat. Frandy has grown to 1.6 meters when he was just nine years old. In addition to inheriting Lawrence's big man and insisting on exercising, the most important thing is One of the reasons is to eat well.

　　Frandy quietly pushed open the wooden door of the rest room, and a strong aroma of meat came out. The meat is fragrant with a spicy taste, as if the already hot temperature has risen a few degrees.

　　"Dad, what kind of meat is this today? It's delicious." Frandy asked.

　　Lawrence, who was playing with the fire, saw that it was Frandy, and put the iron fiber in his hand aside. Standing up, the height of two meters is extremely oppressive. It stands there like a mountain. Remove the "pressure cooker" from the stove and place it on the ground. To Frandy: "The good thing from the supply ship that came over this morning, a fire mink cub on the other side of the Lava Lake in Kadise, I've been holding it down for almost three hours, it should be almost the same."

　　"Is it a fire-type monster?" Frandy asked.

　　"Well, yes, fire ferrets are generally level five monsters when they are adults. This one is still a cub, it should be level two or three. But its meat is quite tender," Lawrence replied.

　　For Frandy, Lawrence definitely deserves the title "Father". To this son who is almost forty years old. Lawrence burst out with a tenderness that did not match his stout, tall appearance, and almost all the good things he could get were used on his son.

　　Let off the steam, open the lid, and pour the broth in the pot into a wooden bucket. Lawrence took a large bowl, put all the meat that had been cut into small pieces into the bowl, and handed it to Fern. randy.

　　"Go and eat. It's getting late, don't delay the morning class." Lawrence urged.

　　After the intense exercise in the morning, Frandy was already hungry, and his front cavity was stuck on his back. Holding up the bowl, he said to Lawrence, "Thank you, Dad."

　　Carrying a bowl full of ferret meat, Frandy ran into the restaurant, and at a glance, he saw little fat Vito sitting at the table near the window, desperately pouring a bowl of buckwheat porridge into his mouth.

　　When Frandy put the mink meat on the table, Vito's eyes lit up when he smelled the aroma.

　　"Oh, man, today is delicious again! It's great to have a dad who is the head chef." The little fat man muttered, but the fork in his hand was not idle, and he put a piece of fire mink meat on it Just put it in your mouth.

　　Frandy didn't stop either, because he knew that Vito couldn't eat a few pieces.

　　Sure enough, as soon as he ate two pieces, the little fat man couldn't take it anymore.

　　"It's hot, it's so hot, I'm so pitiful, Frandy, you can't eat such fragrant meat." The little fat man wailed, but he didn't dare to eat it again.

　　This kind of heat is not caused by the weather. The meat of Warcraft is not something that everyone can enjoy. The fire element contained in the meat of the sable is not something that ordinary people can bear. Just like the principle of not making up for the deficiency, you must have a strong body to eat the meat of the monster. Frandy also started eating little by little when he was a child. Until now, under the premise of exercising vigorously every day, it was possible to eat such a full bowl of monster meat.

　　After all, Frandy was only nine years old, so eating such a big bowl of third-level monster meat was actually quite reluctant. The body felt like a moxibustion from the inside to the outside, and a lot of sweat overflowed from Frandy's pores. It was as wet as if I had just taken a shower.

　　"Frendi, drink this!"

　　Lawrence put a large jar on the table.

　　"This is the water that the morning dew grass was soaked in. It's already cold. I think you need this now." After speaking, Lawrence patted Frandy on the shoulder and turned back to the kitchen to continue working.

　　"Wow, Frandy, your dad is so kind to you!" The sweaty little fat man next to him grabbed the big jar and filled it up in one breath.

　　The big pot is very large, with a few blue and somewhat transparent morning dew grass floating on it. This grass is very common on Psal Island. The water element on the island is extremely abundant. This grass can remove the free water element in the air. absorb. So the water soaked with this kind of grass is very clear and sweet, and then put the water in the cold storage of the kitchen to cool, it will become very thirst-quenching.

　　Frandy snatched the big jug from Vito's hand, turned around and took a few gulps. A cool feeling came from his mouth to his abdomen, and the feeling of the moxibustion heat was relieved to some extent. Then he attacked the sable meat in the bowl.

　　After eating a large bowl of monster meat, the physical strength consumed in the morning was greatly supplemented. Frandy felt his swollen stomach and leaned on the chair comfortably and groaned.

　　"Vito, how does it feel to live in a three-color taro for one night? I've never felt it before. I heard that it's a little itchy. Can you just scratch it?" Frandy asked the little fat man teasingly.

　　"God. Frandy, you will never like that feeling!" Hearing the word tricolor spore taro, the little fat man is not well, and the facial features on his fat little face must have a kind of desire. The feeling of being squeezed together.

　　"First pour you a bucket of black potion, that potion stinks to death, then throw you into the big petals, when the petals close, you can't hear anything, you can't see anything, all you smell is stink , it's like falling into a cesspool. And it's very itchy, very itchy, no matter how you scratch it!"

　　The little fat man shuddered when he remembered that feeling again, and Frandy saw the goose bumps on his arms.

　　"Wow, Vito, you are amazing. Can you last all night like this?" Frandy shuddered when he heard what Vito said, feeling that he could never do it. Can't help but feel a little respect for the little fat man.

　　"Fuck!" The little fat man looked around, saw that no one was paying attention to them, and whispered to Frandy: "Actually, my dad shut me up for less than 10 minutes, I cried hard inside, and he let me go. from".

　　"Then why did Uncle Anger tell everyone to shut you down for a whole night?" Frandy asked strangely.

　　"That's because when my grandfather shut him up, he was crying too hard. My grandfather told others to shut him up for a whole night. In fact, it was only 10 minutes. Hahaha, this is the tradition of our Orange family." The fat man exposed the family's privacy and showed a successful smile.

　　Frandy slapped his forehead and was quite speechless. It seems that even in another world, face is everywhere.

　　"Vito, I think you're going to taste the little dark house again tonight!" Frandy stood up, picked up the jar and the big bowl, and prepared to send it to the kitchen.

　　"Frendi, don't scare me, I haven't made any mistakes recently! I also passed the exam for the Great Magister last time!" Vito got anxious, stood up, and said loudly.

　　Frandy lifted his chin behind the little fat man and motioned him to look behind him, "No, the morning class is about to start, but Uncle Ange said that if you're late, you'll be locked up all night!"

　　On the wall of the restaurant behind the little fat man, there is a gorgeous magic timer. The border of the timer is carved with complex patterns. The front is divided into 32 grids, and a small flame floats in each grid. The seven grids of flames have turned pure black. The flame in the eighth grid is still purple, but the color is slowly changing, and there is a trend of getting darker. There are 24 small white flames behind it.

　　Vito glanced behind him, as if he was burned by the purple flame, and shouted anxiously: "God, I'm going to be late for morning class!" rushed to the door of the restaurant.

　　Just halfway through the rush, as if remembering something, he turned around and shouted to Frandy, "Frandy, it's almost 8 o'clock, why aren't you in a hurry, your grandfather will scold you for being late!"

　　Frandy continued to walk to the kitchen with the jar and the big bowl unhurriedly. Hearing the little fat man calling him, he turned around and smiled and said, "It's okay, I can run faster than you, haha"

　　The little fat man was so angry that he walked away without saying a word.

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