In the dining room on the first floor, Yang Ping and Father Paul are sitting at the long table, and Eliza is still preparing the final lunch in the kitchen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSince the table is large enough, both the meow and the cracked seat are placed on the table.

"Yang Ping, Eliza's craftsmanship is quite famous in the whole of Aran Town." Father Paul looked at Yang Ping with an enthusiastic expression, with a trace of inexplicable joy in his eyes.

"Thank you, Father Paul."

Yang Ping couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of his elders, but Father Paul's enthusiasm had made Yang Ping a little unbearable, and he even prepared a set of knives and forks for the meow and the cracked empty seat, but how do you let a cat and a slime without hands and feet use it?

"Serve!" Eliza came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of fish soup, "This fish is absolutely fresh from the market that I bought from this morning. ”

The bowl with the fish soup is placed on the table, and a rich aroma hits the surface. Smelling this aroma, Yang Ping's saliva has accelerated its secretion. He had thought that Eliza's cooking would be a dark dish, which is why Father Paul was so enthusiastic. But now it seems that I am completely wrong to blame Father Paul, who is really a good priest.

Yang Ping's performance at the dining table is not the most exaggerated, the saliva of the meow has been dripping on the table, and now he perfectly shows an ancient poem - saliva is three thousand feet! If it weren't for eating and drinking at someone else's house now, Meow would definitely have pounced. Just by smelling the taste, you know that this fish soup is extremely delicious, and the craftsmanship of the stupid owner is definitely heaven and earth compared to that Eliza.

But at this moment, the expression on Father Paul's face was very entangled. He swallowed as he tried to look away from the table. The only thing that behaves more normally is the Slime Split Seat, as a Slime Split Seat doesn't need to eat anything at all, no matter how delicious things are, they don't have any ** power for him.

"Serve!"

Yang Ping hadn't yet freed himself from the power of the fish soup, and Eliza came over with a plate of green vegetables. This plate of green vegetables is tender and delicious just by looking at the color, and with the faint fragrance. It was hard for Yang Ping to imagine that Eliza was so young and could cook a good dish. If Eliza were on Earth, she would definitely be qualified to compete for the throne of the God of Cooking.

The greens were placed on the table, and Father Paul's expression became even more tangled, and Meow's eyes were still fixed on the bowl of fish soup, for him fish was the most delicious thing, and everything else could be ignored. As for the Split Sky Seat, he still has a breezy face, and it doesn't make sense for him to eat or anything at all.

For the rest of the day, Eliza shuttled between the kitchen and the dining room, and she served a variety of delicious dishes to the table. According to Yang Ping's own estimates, he had already swallowed his saliva alone, and Meow's eyes were still staring at the bowl of fish soup.

"Alright, lunch is all ready." Bringing the last large pot of roast meat to the table, Eliza's face finally showed a happy smile. As a chef, making the perfect lunch is her life's work, and it seems that she is one step closer to her goal.

From childhood to adulthood, Eliza's idol and target has only one person, and that is Bell Grylls, the brave eater who was active on the Brave Continent 2000 years ago. As one of the legendary heroes, Bell Grylls's fighting power is unquestionable. According to historical records, Bell can eat the food of an army in one meal, and then exert the combat effectiveness of an army on the battlefield.

It is said that the most feared of the demon generals who invaded the Brave Continent was Bell Greer, who was known as the man at the top of the food chain.

However, Eliza admires Stephen not because of his strong fighting power, but because of his more terrifying cooking skills. Two thousand years ago, the diet of the Brave Continent was very simple, except for bread and barbecue. And since the advent of Bell Grylls, more and more food has appeared on the tables of humans in the Brave Continent.

"Alright, let's start praying before the meal."

Taking off her apron, Eliza sat directly next to Father Paul. According to the tradition of the Brave Continent, every meal is preceded by prayer to thank nature and the gods for food, and Bell Grylls has been added to the list of thanks for the last 2,000 years.

Seeing that the chef gave the command to pray, Yang Ping slowly closed his eyes, but before closing his eyes, he seemed to see Father Paul's tangled facial expression. Could it be that Father Paul is constipated, but this has nothing to do with him, and now Yang Ping's greatest hope is to end the prayer quickly and have a good meal.

"I sincerely thank the gods of the world for giving me food and nourishment for my body. Bear Grylls, Praise the Brave of Food......"

"When the prayer is over, it's time to eat! Grandpa, you're not in good health, come and eat this chop. According to the records in the books left by the brave eater, people are prone to osteoporosis when they are old, and eating more bones is good for the body. Eliza picked up a large row with a fork and placed it on the plate in front of Father Paul, "Grandpa, you eat quickly, you used to praise me for my good work." ”

"Eliza is so nice."

As he spoke, Father Paul forked the steak from the plate and put it to his mouth, and he now really regretted why he didn't stop Eliza from learning to cook in the first place, and even helped Eliza find Bear Grylls from the church library. If I hadn't done that, my life would be better now, right?

Of course, Yang Ping didn't know what Father Paul was thinking about now, and he had already chosen his first target, the second plate of greens, after he had just finished praying before the meal. While it's unclear that this Chinese dish would appear in this apparently Westernized world, leafy greens have always been Yang Ping's favorite. It's been so long since he crossed over to the Brave Continent, and it's the first time Yang Ping has seen something like green vegetables.

Eating vegetables with a knife and fork is definitely a challenge for Yang Ping, but looking at this plate of tender vegetables and the faint fragrance, he can accept no matter how big the challenge is. With great effort, Yang Ping finally used a fork to deliver a vegetable leaf to his mouth.

But in the next second, Yang Ping regretted it, and the terrifying taste instantly spread on his taste buds. The taste can't be described in any words, but Yang Ping is sure that even the canteen cuisine, China's ninth-largest cuisine, can't match it. Yang Ping only wants to understand one thing now, how Eliza managed to make the green vegetables taste like this without being both beautiful and fragrant. Although the taste of this green vegetable was terrifying, Yang Ping could still bear it, except for a few hard strokes of his face, Yang Ping did not have any special reaction.

Seeing Yang Ping's performance in eating greens, Father Paul suddenly realized that he had made a wise decision. In addition to his outstanding talent, this young priest has extraordinary resistance and stamina.

"Father Yang Ping, come and try Eliza's steak. This is one of Eliza's best dishes. As he spoke, Father Paul put a large piece of the pan into the Yang Ping bowl where he had just swallowed the greens. Although he admired this priest, Father Paul did not forget the biggest purpose of inviting Yang Ping to dinner, to attract the greatest firepower.

"Grandpa, don't say that."

Hearing Father Paul praise her cooking skills in front of others, Eliza's face instantly turned red, but her big watery eyes were already aimed at Yang Ping.

"Thank you, thank you."

It was the first time for Yang Ping to be stared at like this by a girl, and there was no reason why he directly sent the big row to his mouth with a fork. The previous greens may have been just an accident, maybe the greens in this world taste like this?

But as soon as he brought the big row to his mouth, Yang Ping knew that he was wrong, and it was very wrong. If the taste of that plate of green vegetables is terrifying, then this big row has no taste at all in Yang Ping's mouth. Because his taste buds have been paralyzed in an instant, is this the taste of meat in this world?

"How's it taste?" Eliza looked at Yang Ping nervously.

"No, not bad! Miss Eliza's cooking skills are really good! Yang Ping finally said this sentence with a clear conscience, and disrupting a person's enthusiasm was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Really, really?!"

Hearing Yang Ping's compliment, Eliza jumped up directly from the chair. Yang Ping is the second person to praise himself besides his grandfather, and other people eat what they make and always disappear without a trace for various reasons, which is really hateful.

"Since Father Yang Ping likes it, please eat this plate of steaks."

The moment Eliza jumped up, Father Paul pushed a full plate of rows in front of Yang Ping. Finally solved one dish, but Eliza actually made nine dishes this time!

"Thank you, Father Paul."

Yang Ping gritted his teeth and said this sentence, it turned out that the sentence that if you don't die, you won't die really makes sense.

A joyful lunch began.

――――Being a Dead Priest---

Well, the hunter was attracted to Dota 2 and continued to pit his teammates after the update. Anyway, do you really like the harem plot so much~