Located in the center of the wealthy area on the eastern side of Phuket City, the Lord's Mansion is made of stone and carved with various patterns, revealing majesty in its magnificence.

At the gate of the city lord's mansion, there were serious guards guarding it.

Jean led Grissa all the way to the City Lord's Mansion unimpeded, to a narrow corridor.

Grissa begged for mercy all the way, but when she entered the city lord's mansion, she suddenly became quiet, like a mouse being targeted by a cat, trembling, but she didn't dare to move.

Ignoring it, Jean walked to the end of the hallway and stopped at a large door.

He knocked softly on the door and said softly, "Lord Sofford, your humble servant Jean asks to see you!" ”

"It's cute little Jean. It must have brought me good news. Come on in. A shrill male voice, like a duck's voice, came out of the room with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

The door creaked open, revealing two neatly dressed waiters.

The two waiters nodded slightly to Jean, and then stood on either side, making way for the way.

Jean nodded and stepped inside.

The room is filled with an enticing aroma.

In front of Jean was a huge dining table.

The table was covered with a cloth as white as a swan.

On top of the tablecloth, dense dishes are arranged.

Spinach soup with golden bamboo shoots, fish soup with marseille, chicken with shafro, chicken liver steak, braised lamb with potatoes, roast lamb saddle, roasted duck with oranges......

There are so many that Jean recognizes alone, and there are many dishes that Jean doesn't recognize.

Color, flavor, and flavor.

Even if he was as cold as Jean, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva before this delicacy.

It's so tempting!

Jean controlled himself with astonishing perseverance, allowing his gaze to wander over all the delicacies and end up on the only person sitting at the table.

A man like a mountain of meat!

One person's ass alone occupies the area of three people.

Wear a specially tailored loose coat.

Thick legs like elephants, with chunks of meat piled up.

Nearly a meter thick meat loin.

Really a fist as big as a casserole.

and the fat that protrudes all over the body.

Plus a round head.

formed the image of a fat man of more than five hundred pounds.

It's shocking!

He is the master of Boogie City, Thorfo Pasteur!

Next to him, three waiters were constantly serving him, carrying a variety of meals, and came to him.

Sofo Pasteur just opened his bloody mouth, and the waiter poured the food into his mouth.

Sofo Pasteur just needs to chew and it's all it takes.

It's really a meal to open your mouth!

Jean watched the scene with a blank face, stood at the table, and then knelt down on one knee, "Lord Sopho! ”

"My sweet kid Jean, did you tell me you found that magic table, did you?" Thorfo Pasteur swallowed the food in his mouth and, like a child, looked at Jean with expectant eyes.

"You know, I'm tired of eating this every day! I need something more delicious! Otherwise, I will run out of food, and I will starve to death! Sofo Pasteur said, and the waiter brought another dish, which he poured into his mouth carefully and skillfully.

"I'm sorry, Lord Sofo, I haven't found the table that automatically conjures up food!" Jean was silent for a moment, then replied with a grim face.

"Well, my dear Jean boy, I'm disappointed that you have failed my expectations like this. If you do this again, I won't like you anymore! Hearing this, Thorfo Pasteur pursed his lips like a child, took a sip of the soup, and said.

A cold sweat broke out on Jean's back, and he quickly explained, "But, Lord Sofo, I already know whose hand the table is!" ”

"Oh, didn't you say it last time, on that guy or something?" Thorford Pasteur frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't think of it for a long time, so he said casually.

"Lord Sofford, I've been deceived! In fact, that table had long since been dropped by the hotelier Galia! Galia hid it in a secret place. ”

Jean doesn't say this by speculation.

In fact, in addition to the traces of the table legs in the cellar, he also investigated the operation of the inn.

On the day William came, he asked for a lot of food, all of which were personally purchased by Galia, and they were very fast.

However, Jean asked several families in the vicinity of the hotel and learned that Garya did not buy it from them.

Also, the guys in the reveler's hotel confessed that during that time, there were a lot of high-quality goods in the hotel, such as rum.

You know, in the past, all that revelers' inns could offer was low-quality ale.

To sum up, if you don't have a cat, Jean won't believe him if he kills him!

"So the table is in the hands of this Yah! Hum! Little Jean, why are you so stupid! Now that you know, you don't want to snatch it back! "Thorfo Pasteur hated iron but not steel.

"Galia is dead, Lord Sopho! That table is gone! Jean replied.

"Humph! Little Jean, you're really getting more and more and more and more uncute! I'm angry! Thorfo Pasteur gasped.

The waiter next to him saw it and hurriedly patted Thorford Pasteur on the back to make him feel better.

Jean hurriedly finished all his words, "Lord Sofo, I already know whose hand the magic table is?" “

"Who is it?"

"Zorro!" Soffo Pasteur was about to get angry, and Jean threw William out directly.

"Zorro? Zorro chicken? Sofo Pasteur first remembered this famous dish that has become popular in the past six months.

Jean secretly smiled bitterly, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, "Lord Sofo, Zorro is an adventurer who has recently emerged, and he often attacks robbers, so he is also called the light of justice by those untouchables!" ”

"Hehehe......" Thorford Pasteur sneered at this, and then his face froze, "My sweet little Jean, I don't understand what you're still doing here!" ”

When Jean heard the killing intent in his words, he felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly kowtowed, and said, "Lord Sofo, I'll go hunt down Zorro now!" Wherever Zorro is hiding, I'll be sure to deliver that magical table to you. ”

"Hee-hee-hee...... That's it! Thorfo Pasteur smiled innocently like a child.

Jean nodded heavily, and was about to leave, when Sofo Pasteur licked his fingers and said coldly, "By the way, little Jean, you just said that what innkeeper deceived me?" And what about the boss? ”

"Dead! Master Sopho! I suspect it was killed by Zorro! "Suspects don't need evidence, Gene said.

"Oh, it's a pity, such a good person, just like that." "I haven't tortured him properly and let him know the cost ......of deceiving me," saddened Soffo Pasteur.

That's why you feel sorry. It's a pity that Jean didn't dare to say this in his heart.

After a pause, Jean heard Thorford Pasteur say, "Oh, by the way, does he have any relatives?" Or someone you know? Little Jean. ”

Without hesitation, Jean pushed Ghrisa out, "I've brought Mrs. Galia, Lord Sofo. “

"That was perfect! I'm going to think about how to punish her! Thorford Pasteur tilted his head and thought intently.

Suddenly, he slapped his face, like a child, and said happily, "There you have, I thought about it." “

"Didn't you just say Zorro chicken? Now let's be a Zorro...... Oh no, it was an idea I came up with, and it's called the Sofford. Hahaha, this is a dish that the clever gourmand Sofu came up with. “

"Let the cook wash the woman clean, shave all the hair on her body, then make a knife in her neck, drain the blood, cut it down her throat, take out all the entrails, wash them again, smear them with spices and salt inside and out, wrap them in Stethorn leaves, coat them with mud on the outside, make a mud ball, and burn them in the fire!"

"Ah...... It's delicious just thinking about it! I can't wait! "Go and let the chef make this dish!" “

Thorford Pasteur commanded the attendant next to him.

A waiter next to him suddenly trotted away.

"Little Jean, would you like some? I guarantee the taste is definitely something you've never tasted before. Thorford Pasteur's expression at this time was like that of a child who had something delicious and wanted to share it with others.

"Thank you, Lord Sofu, but I think such a delicious thing can only be eaten by someone as noble as an adult." The disgust in Jean's heart rolled, and he politely refused.

"Okay then." There was a bit of regret in Sofoff Pasteur's words.

"Lord Sopho, please allow me to retire, and I will go to retrieve your treasure." Jean pleaded.

"Go ahead." Thorford Pasteur waved generously.

Jean slowly stepped back.

When he came to the door, Jean was about to walk out, when he suddenly heard Sofford Pasteur whining behind him, and said with a little cry, "Little Jean, you have to find that table quickly, or you will be eaten by the Sofo people by me." Woowoo woo ......"

Jean suddenly felt like he was in the middle of winter!

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