Meanwhile.

At the dining table, the red dragon lady who bit off the shaved noodles of a large root and devoured the imported ones couldn't close her mouth, and her mouth and throat burned violently, making her feel that she was in a state of violently spitting dragon breath to resist strong enemies.

"Jingle bell!"

The door of the store was pushed open again at a bad time.

New guests are coming.

It is a middle-aged man dressed as a samurai, his name is 'Tatsugoro', he is from the Western Continent, and his profession is a swordsman.

"Hey, has the store manager changed?"

Standing at the door, I saw the situation at the bar clearly, and the samurai's dusty face was full of regret: "I finally found a "door" that can still be opened normally, the old store manager, did you really have an accident?" ”

And the new manager was in the bar, looking up.

The only female guest in the red dress who sat upright also turned her head sideways, but she was in a very wrong situation, her mouth was open, her nose was full of beads of sweat, and she let out a heavy breath.

Well?!

Sensing a current of air that seemed to burn him clean.

Tatsugoro's face was awe-inspiring, and he quickly flashed.

In particular, when he saw the face of the woman in the red dress, a cold sweat broke out on Tatsugoro's forehead, glad that he was agile, otherwise with a mortal body, how could he survive the body intact under the breath of a dragon who held the 'power of fire'.

"Ma'am, are you going to break the rules of the 'Cat House'?" Tatsugoro pressed his hand on the sword at his waist, his face tense.

He really couldn't understand why this red dragon, who was actually the incarnation of the rule guardian, suddenly attacked him.

And

Glancing at the metal bell behind the door.

It seems that the "magic artifacts" lost by the ancient elves did not react in the slightest, and they did not react to the fact that some customers used extraordinary power in the storefront.

Who knew that the answer to him was only a loud burp:

"Hiccup."

The woman was very disdainful of explaining anything, and seeing clearly that it was a stinky samurai, an old customer, she turned her head back with a bored face, and said to the new manager in the bar:

"Very interesting food!"

"From the point of 'interesting' alone, it seems to be much richer than the custom beef stew you brought me yesterday!"

She was not reserved, and said to Xia Yan, generously, opened her plump lips, and showed her mouth.

The pink tongue also turned very mischievously:

"When I chew it, the wide noodles seem to swell with countless small white lives."

Ma'am, don't say such fantastical things!

Xia Yan wanted to complain, but held back.

In fact, the style of cooking he wanted to create was really very close to "Little White Life".

It's just that these "jade dragons" are linked to the exam questions of the countrymen, or rather, they represent the aspirations in the minds of the countrymen.

Like a dragon.

If it weren't for a "waste work" and the successful creation of a recipe, Xia Yan planned to come up with such a name.

At the table, the woman is munching on it.

Bite after bite.

On the face and the bridge of the nose, the sweat increased dramatically.

"There is very little food that can make my tongue and mouth feel the spicy stimulation, such a burning sensation that continues to increase again and again......" Putting down the empty bowl, the red dragon lady finished eating the oily noodles, and her lips became more rosy and the oil shimmered.

With undisguised appreciation in her eyes, she shifted her tone and took the topic out of the cuisine:

"The 'cat house' has changed, no matter how you came here, the world on the other side of the door, you can't go back."

"You're going to be in contact with our other world for a long time, how about it, are you interested in coming under my command and becoming my 'priest'? Well, it seems that the family is closer......"

Xia Yan shook his head again and again: "At present, I just want to be the manager and chef of the 'Cat House', and I don't plan to cook for any existence." ”

"Whatever you want."

Anyway, for a long time in the past, the world tacitly assumed that the 'cat house' was their property, and the red dragon lady didn't force it.

She ate and drank enough, stood up, stretched her waist with a lot of movements, and unabashedly showed her sweaty long skirt close to her skin, showing her more seductive curved body.

"Interesting!"

"A meal is more sporty than the war of the gods! How long has it been since you've sweated like this? ”

With a hint of confusion in her eyes, the Red Dragon Lady did not leave a word, and strode away.

On the opposite side of the "door".

Where Xia Yan, the maid, and the guests couldn't see, her base camp, the dragon's nest.

"Whew-"

As soon as he walked out, the dragon wings covered the sky and the sun.

A soaring red dragon appeared in the sky, its body fully stretched out, its scales delicately distributed.

Allowing the cold wind of hunting in the sky to blow through the body, beneath the huge size that made mortals jaw-dropping, there was a charming female voice that had lost all its majesty and momentum:

"Ahh

"It's so comfortable!"

……

In the cat house.

When the lady incarnated as a red dragon, she pushed the door and walked away, and heard the movement of the door gently closing, and Tatsugoro, who shrank in the corner and held down the sword, gasped heavily.

The lady didn't explain anything to him all the while.

Of course, now Tatsugoro has roughly guessed some reasons, it is not a "dragon breath" at all, and that invisible aura actually comes from the food swallowed in his mouth?

So.

How is the food, the food, and the taste of itself stimulating and scorching?

Full of curiosity, Tatsugoro stepped to the bar, sat down, raised his hand and said, "The dish that lady ate just now, please serve me the 'identical'!" ”

Another "exactly the same"?

Before Xia Yan could answer, Sarah Gerdo cast a stunned gaze at the samurai uncle who was born.

She secretly thought, could it be the Lord of the Swordsman?

From the Western Continent.

That piece of land, which corresponds to the eastern continent where she is located, is mostly inhabited by yellow people, and there is also the legendary and mysterious land of sand.

As for the Eastern Continent, in addition to the ancient elves who have disappeared and created a glorious history, many residents have more or less ancient remnants in their bodies, such as half-elves who have lived with humans, as well as lionmen, lizardmen, and so on.

"Ugh."

Xia Yan replied to Uncle Jianhao, who had just sat down:

"I don't mind doing it, but, uncle, think about it, the next time that lady hears about it, someone has got their hands on her 'customized' dishes......"

In the second half of the sentence, Xia Yan didn't need to explain, just cast a "you know" look at the uncle.

Hear the words.

Jian Hao's whole body trembled, "Yes, it's me who is abrupt!" ”

He confessed at the speed of light.

How could mortals bear the wrath of the High Dragon.

Even if you think about it on your toes, the lady must have been furious when she learned of his offending act.

"But if you really want to eat pasta, I can make another one."

Xia Yan saw Uncle Jianhao hurriedly waving his hand to refuse, so he added with a smile:

"You can rest assured that compared to that lady's exclusive taste, no matter the taste, the form, it is very different!"

And so it wasn't long after.

When serving the third pasta dish today to the Jianhao guests who had just arrived, Xia Yan looked at the cooking information that popped up for the third time, and was extremely speechless:

"What's going on today?"

"Waste a triple chicken!"