"What are you going to do with the dishes? Are you going to control Lafitte directly?" guessed Marshall. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shao An shook his finger, how could his cooking skills be so monotonous, not to mention whether the Demon Breaking Eight Array could control Lafitte, just the skills that he had used many times, he didn't plan to continue to use them in the short term.

"Titch, it seems that you still don't understand the chef's methods!" Shao An felt that he was hard to find.

Marshall Ditch stopped talking, in terms of cooking, he was a layman, it was pointless to argue with Shao'an, he was not interested in doing meaningless things, and with that idle effort, it was better to think about life, maybe it would be more meaningful.

Seeing that Marshall Ditch was a little depressed, Shaoan did not continue to crack down on this layman in the culinary world, and then ran towards the kitchen without looking back.

Marshall Ditch looked around and saw that the sailors on the deck did not know where to run after the battle, and only he and Lafitte were left on the huge deck.

After this battle, the deck became a little unsightly, and there were large holes everywhere, several of which were large enough to hold three people, and Marshall Ditch was a little upset.

looked at Lafitte who was lying motionless on the ground, and didn't care whether he was optimistic about the future and was enough to serve as a navigator of the Blackbeard Pirates, he just kicked Lafitte, and he was not afraid of kicking people.

Kicked Lafitte and vented the depression in his heart a little, Marshall Ditch felt a lot better, after all, the other party was a violent security officer in the West Sea, and kicking it was much more refreshing than ordinary people.

Poor Lafitte, after acting as a punching bag, was reduced to a human sofa, and Marshall Ditch did not hesitate to press his weighty body on Lafitte.

The warship that had previously launched the shelling had already been muted when Lafitte and Shao'an were fighting, and without Lafitte's threat, how could the captain of the warship continue to pretend to be his grandson, he climbed to the warship's lookout, picked up his binoculars and closely followed the movements on the Haihai No. 1 ship.

When he saw Lafitte being sat under him by Marshall Ditch, the captain of the warship, who had been bullied for a long time, was in a surging mood, and a line of old tears flowed out of his eyes, and the resentment accumulated in his chest dissipated a lot.

"Damn, Lafitte calls you arrogant, calls you awesome! Now pretend to be cau......" The captain of the warship kept thinking in pieces.

Sometimes schadenfreude is retribution, and it is clear that this sentence was fulfilled in the warship captain.

Marshall Ditch's body couch was also a little bored after sitting for a long time, and as far as his eye could see, a black cannonball embedded in the deck floor that had not exploded caught his attention.

He stood up and walked over to the shell, pulling it out of the deck with one hand.

Looking at the Navy warship in the distance, the fluttering naval flag reminded him of the previous shelling.

Marshall Ditch made a throwing gesture, aimed at the fluttering naval flag, and threw the cannonball in his hand away.

Forgive Marshall Ditch for not being a professional gunner, although he aimed at the target, there was still a certain degree of error in throwing the cannonball with his bare hands, so the galloping cannonball flew towards the captain of the warship on the lookout.

When a black shadow appeared in the field of vision of the captain of the warship, he thought that his eyes were spent, and the next moment the tragedy played out, and the shell hit him in the face......

As for the consequences of being hit in the face by a cannonball thrown by Marshall Ditch, one can imagine.

On the No. 1 ship, Marshall Ditch pouted, "Didn't you miss?

Marshall Ditch grumbled, returned to his [exclusive throne], ripped a stainless steel flask from his waist, opened the lid and poured a few sips of spirits.

"It's so infuriating, I really have to drink a few sips of rum to suppress the shock!"

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The small space outside the galley of the No. 1 ship had already been crowded with the employees on board, and after the battle just now, they were full of curiosity about the amazing chef of Shao'an.

For them, Shao'an was already so good at fighting, so his cooking skills had to go against the sky? With this thought, they would collectively come out of the kitchen from the deck.

In the kitchen, Shao'an looked like a scientific madman at this time, and many terrible things had been put into the pot in front of him.

One of the sailors closest to the galley door beckoned to the cook on the ship 1.

"Hey, chef, come here, come and see what kind of food Shao'an is doing!

Only then was the cook of the shipping ship, who was squeezed behind, to the front of the line, to stand where the sailor had just been, and to observe the process of Shao'an's cooking.

Shao An was putting a large amount of cuttlefish juice into the pot at this time, and only stopped after using up all the remaining cuttlefish juice in the kitchen, but judging by his expression, he seemed to think that the amount of cuttlefish juice was not enough.

The seaship chef who saw the whole process of putting Shao'an cuttlefish juice in his eyes couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, Shao'an's big action scared him, he didn't know why Shao'an put so much cuttlefish juice, but he knew that the person who ate the dish was dead.

The sailor who had given up his position saw that the cook of the sea ship did not react for a long time, and he also became impatient, and he shook the other man's body and asked, "Cook, Cook, do you see something? Don't be stupid! Hurry up and explain it to us." ”

The ship's cook cleared his throat and slowly explained to a group of people who were desperate to know the answer.

"I don't know what Shao'an is cooking, but I can assure you that this is definitely an [extremely evil dish]!"

A group of people had puzzled looks on their faces.

"Chef, we don't understand!

Being humbly asked for advice by a group of people made the seaship chef a little proud.

"What is a "terrible dish"? Actually, it is a dish that is so unpalatable that it is completely unbearable. ”

A group of people looked at each other, seemingly not quite believing the ship's explanation.