136 Mohor Avenue is a narrow restaurant with only a few scattered tables inside, no waiters, no receptionist, only a middle-aged man in a beige plaid suit with blond hair standing on his back, sitting in front of a window by the side of the street, holding a book in his hand.

Donald pushed the door open and entered, and the man at the window closed his book and stood up.

"Hello, are you the owner of this shop? I'm here to dine. ”

"Sorry, I only accept reservations here, because all dishes are prepared 2 to 3 hours in advance after reservations, and I don't usually store ingredients in the back kitchen. ”

The storekeeper's eyes look deep with his sunken eyes, his straight hooked nose, and his lips are always pursed together between his words, as if he is quite restrained from saying anything to himself.

He was tall, a little stronger than Donald, but by no means fat, and his arms looked longer than most, as did his palms.

"It's okay, I bring my own ingredients, in fact, it's because of this special ingredient that I find this meal, and I need a professional chef to handle it for me. ”

Wrapping the cloth with the pieces of meat on the table, Donald made up his mind to try the flesh of the alien beast.

"Bring your own ingredients...... Fresh blood, freshly taken from the body, with some fishy, but not fishy...... Can I open it?"

Before he could open the wrapper, the noses on both sides of the store manager twitched slightly, and he couldn't stabilize the type of ingredients, which aroused his interest.

"Please. ”

Originally, it was meant to be made by him, so naturally there is no saying whether he can open it and see it.

"Go to the back kitchen, it's a place to eat, not suitable for discussing ingredients. ”

The store manager was very particular about food, lifted the cloth wrap, and led Donald into the half-covered door at the back of the restaurant.

Donald had never seen a kitchen like this, whether in Pston or Dmingham, most of the kitchens he had seen were made up of simple utensils, and the back kitchen of this restaurant was a machine that Donald couldn't understand, the central table was extraordinarily large, and the center was a three-tiered square wooden shelf with a large amount of spices, from basic oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to some names that Donald had never heard of.

"Anthony Perkins, the manager, the waiter, the delivery person, it's all me, it's my own shop. ”

He took an iron plate from the side, picked up two black leather gloves from the table and put them on, and said as he unwrapped the cloth while looking at Donald.

"Donald Grant, an assistant coach at Royal Delorraine. ”

Donald's attention was still on the spices he couldn't understand and the machines around him.

"The pinkish-white meat, which smells very faint, is firmer than the bulls on the farms, and at the same time quite elastic and stretching, is this not the meat of ordinary creatures? I am often invited to their banquets, and some of them have some special meats on their tables, but none of them resemble the ones you have brought...... And judging by the freshness, it should have just been cut, and it seems that Mr. Grant's identity is a little less. ”

Hawkins held a thin iron hammer and knocked on the piece of meat put into the iron plate, cut a small strip with a knife and put it in his mouth, and did not shy away from the piece of meat that had just been cut from the corpse, raised his head and said with a smile.

His voice was deep and a little hoarse, but he could understand what he was saying.

"Haha, does this matter? I'm just a diner who comes to the door with special ingredients, don't worry, I cut it off myself, as for the one who was cut, I shouldn't have any opinion. ”

Donald didn't care that his special identity was discovered, the reason was very simple, the person standing opposite him was also not an ordinary person, and others might not be able to see it, but Donald noticed at a glance that there was something wrong with the knife in his hand.

It is very different from the ordinary chef's table knife, the short knife blade in Hawkins's hand only looks clear to ordinary people, but in Donald's vision, it is depicted with a large number of complicated knife patterns, and there is constantly ice blue mist overflowing around it.

This made Donald a little happy, because it saved time explaining why the meat was so special.

"As you said, this meat is very good, can I know what kind of meat it is? To be honest, I don't usually ask, but it does have something special, and I feel some special energy in it, and you should understand it. ”

"Toad, a big dark blue toad, I heard that the meat of alien beasts is good for the human body, so I cut the meat on its thigh, but it is a bit troublesome for me to cook it myself, do you have any good cooking suggestions?"

Donald poked the meat on the table with his finger, obviously it was at room temperature, but the temperature of the part that was cut by the knife in Hawkins' hand was significantly lower than that next to it.

"Toad meat, it's a real culinary challenge, I've taken your order, I've got a special freezer here to store the pieces of meat, if you want, I can cook them for you in a different way, I can cook several meals for free, but on one condition, I want to get a part of it, about one-sixth. ”

"No problem, but you have to make some more, pack two, and I'll have to bring some for my friends." ”

Finger is still at home, and as for the extra one, Donald is going to give it to Professor Cook to teach him how to make potions for himself.

Hawkins didn't like to let others watch him cook, so Donald was invited out of the kitchen and given free drinks.

Watching the clock tick for fifteen minutes, Donald smelled a scent, and Hawkins came out with two steaming plates.

"Because of the limitation of materials, this time it is stir-fried, and toad meat is the staple food, accompanied by some vegetables and conch meat, try the taste. ”

Hawkins sat across from Donald, and he made himself a plate as well.

Pick up a piece of diced meat with a fork and stuff it into your mouth, and the salty juice and the lightness of the vegetables combine to make it taste perfect!

Drink a glass of chilled orange juice and refresh yourself.

"Hmm..... Incredibly, I didn't really expect much from the creature at first. ”

Donald took a fork and pulled the meat and conch meat from the plate into his mouth, and he dared to say that it was the best thing he had ever eaten in the world.

"In fact, the flesh or some parts of the body of most of the beasts are more delicious than ordinary creatures, because the lifestyle of these creatures is different from that of domestic animals, they have all kinds of powers, and this power will inevitably affect their flesh and blood, I should have said before that I have cooked for some big people, I have seen a lot, on some islands overseas, there are many people who go specifically to hunt, like the meat you bring to the market, at least 1 kilogram and 1 gold pound, but I don't want your meat because it is valuable。 ”

Hawkins paused, shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"Strength! These alien beast flesh can provide different reinforcements to the human body, right?"

Donald said the second half of the sentence.

"Exactly, money is not the most important thing for us, and I can vaguely feel that this part of the meat you cut strengthens the leg muscles. ”

Hawkins always paused as he chewed slowly, as if he was feeling something, as if he was sensing something had changed in himself.

"It's funny, and so am I, I can feel my legs heating up, a little ...... Bulging sensation,"

Donald had a more convenient way to tell the difference, turned on the vision, and his eyes stayed on his legs, and sure enough, both legs were bright red, but when he looked to the other side, he found that Hawkins' legs were red and yellow, and they were deeper.

Obviously, Hawkins' absorption ability is much better than Donald's, and Donald thinks that this is likely his talent, but he doesn't say anything, and things about talent will always be the core secret of the aliens, and the relationship between the two sides is not good enough to talk about such a thing.

"In the next few days, if you have time, it is best to come here to eat, meat always has its shelf life, freezing can not completely preserve its flavor, except for breakfast, I will leave you a place, you are welcome to visit at any time, of course, if you are satisfied with my craft, you can always come to me with new ingredients." ”

"Of course, I will. ”

The two of them chatted while eating, not mentioning each other's occupations or abilities, talking about tomorrow's cooking methods, don't look at Donald himself, but he has never eaten pork, and he has seen pigs run, right?

Some of Donald's opinions and ways of cooking are very interesting to Hawkins, a chef from another world, especially the kind of clay pot he mentioned, saying that he had to try it when he had a chance, and invited Donald to try it together tomorrow.

Many times making friends is very fateful, and it is rare for Donald to talk to people so speculatively, and no one will refuse to eat food.

When he finally left, Donald also carried two boxes of freshly made toad meat in his hand, and returned to the royal Delores by car, first going to Professor Cook's laboratory, as for Finger at home, the cat's tongue can't eat hot things, and it's okay to cool down for a while.

It was Professor Cook's working time in the afternoon, and when Donald entered, he was conducting experiments, constantly recording certain data, and the workbench was full of bottles and cans, which made Donald involuntarily think of his talent potion configuration.

"Professor, I brought you a conch fried frog meat, eat it hot, it's good for your body. ”

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be fine right away. ”

Donald was not in a hurry, and put the frog meat on the table, gently tearing a small opening to let the smell out.