As the head chef of Pusal Island, Lawrence Pullman does not have to cook the food himself, but his main job is to receive the ingredients from the supply ships, check the warehouses where the ingredients are stored, and prepare the daily menu of the restaurant.

At this time, Lawrence Pullman was sitting on a small stool in the chef's lounge, fiddling with a small stove, which was burning very hot, and on top of it was a strange iron pot, which was tightly fastened together, except for a hollow iron pipe on the top of the lid, and an iron lump with four eyes, which were spewing strong steam outward.

The more advanced the meat of the Warcraft, the tighter, when Flandy was four years old, Abba Lawrence stewed a piece of the most tender breast of the first-class Warcraft Golden Horn Elephant for two days and two nights, that was the first time Flandi ate the meat of the Warcraft, but he didn't chew it, so he had to swallow it whole, and he almost choked to death.

Then Flandy invented this strange iron pot that looked strange to the inhabitants of the island, and when Lawrence asked a blacksmith to build it and use it, he found that even the meat of a fifth-level demonic beast could be crushed to a pulp, and Flandi also named this pot, called - "Pressure cooker." ”

Since the advent of the pressure cooker, Lawrence has often stewed some of the best parts of high-level Warcraft for Flandi, who has grown to 1.6 meters at the age of nine In addition to inheriting Lawrence's big man and insisting on exercise, one of the most important reasons is to eat well.

Flandy quietly pushed open the wooden door of the lounge, and a rich smell of meat came out. The meat has a spicy flavor in it, as if the already hot temperature has risen by a few degrees.

"Abba, what kind of meat is this today? Brandy asked.

Lawrence, who was fiddling with the fire, saw that it was Frandy and put the iron fiber in his hand aside. Standing up, the height of two meters is extremely oppressive. It stands there like a mountain. Remove the "pressure cooker" from the stove and place it on the ground. He said to Flandy: "The good thing from the supply ship that came this morning, a mink cub on the other side of the Cadis magma lake, I've been pressing it for almost three hours, it should be about the same." ”

"Is it a fire-type demonic beast?" asked Frandy.

"Well, yes, the fire marten is generally a fifth-level demonic beast when it is an adult, and this one is still a cub, it should be a second-level or third-level appearance. However, its meat is quite tender. Lawrence replied.

For Frandi, Lawrence definitely deserves the title of "loving father". To this son, who is almost forty years old. Lawrence burst out with a gentleness that didn't match his stout, tall appearance, and almost all the good things he could get his hands on were used on his son.

Draining the steam, opening the lid and pouring the broth from the pot into a wooden bucket, Lawrence took a large bowl and put all the pieces of meat that had been cut into small pieces into the bowl and handed it to Romani.

"Go eat it. It's not early, don't delay the morning class. Lawrence admonished.

After a strenuous exercise in the morning, Flandi was already hungry and stuck to his back. He picked up the bowl and said to Lawrence, "Thank you, Abba." ”

With a bowl full of mink meat, Franky ran into the dining room and saw the little fat man Vito sitting at the table near the window, pouring a bowl of buckwheat porridge into his mouth.

When Frady put the mink meat on the table, Vito, the little fat man who smelled the fragrance, suddenly lit up.

"Oh yes, man, there's something delicious today! It's awesome to have a Abba who is the head chef. The little fat man muttered, but the fork in his hand was not idle, and a piece of mink meat on the fork was stuffed into his mouth.

Flandi didn't stop either, because he knew Vito couldn't eat a few pieces.

Sure enough, as soon as he ate two pieces, the little fat man couldn't stand it.

"It's hot, it's hot, I'm so pitiful, Flandy, you can't eat such fragrant meat. The little fat man wailed, but he didn't dare to eat it anymore.

This kind of heat is not caused by the weather, the meat of the monster is not something that everyone can enjoy, and the fire element contained in the mink meat is not something that ordinary people can bear. Just like the principle that the void is not replenished, you must have a strong body to eat the flesh of a demonic beast. Frandi also started eating little by little when he was a child. Until now, under the premise of exercising at a high intensity every day, I can eat such a full bowl of Warcraft meat.

After all, Flandi was only nine years old, and it was actually very reluctant to eat such a big bowl of third-level Warcraft meat, and his body felt like moxibustion from the inside out, and a lot of sweat overflowed from Flandie's pores. It's like I've just taken a shower, and I'm soaking wet.

"Flandy, drink this!"

Lawrence placed a large jar on the table.

"It's the water soaked in the morning dew grass, it's already cold, I think you need this now. With that, Lawrence patted Frandy on the shoulder, turned around and went back to the kitchen.

"Wow, Flandy, your Abba is so good to you!" The little fat man next to him, who was also sweating profusely, snatched the big jar and filled it in one go.

The large jar was large, with a few turquoise and somewhat transparent morning dew grasses floating on it, which is very common on the island of Pusal, which is extremely rich in water elementals, and this grass is able to absorb the free water elements in the air. Therefore, the water soaked in this grass is very clear and sweet, and when you put the water in the cold storage in the kitchen, it will become very thirst-quenching.

Frandi snatched the big jar from the little fat man Vito's hand, turned around and took a few big sips, a chill from the mouth to the abdomen, and the feeling of moxibustion heat was somewhat relieved. Then he attacked the mink meat in the bowl again.

A large bowl of Warcraft meat was in his stomach, and the physical strength consumed in the morning was greatly replenished, and Flandy touched his swollen stomach and leaned back on the chair and hummed comfortably.

"Vito, how does it feel to spend the night in the tricolor taro? I've never felt it before, I heard it's just a little itchy, can you just scratch it?" Brandi asked the little fat man teasingly.

"Oh my God. Flandy, you definitely won't like that feeling!" Hearing the word tricolor potato, the little fat man's whole person was not good, and the facial features on the chubby little face had to feel like they were squeezing together.

"First pour you a bucket of black potion, which stinks terribly, and then throw you into that big petal, and when the petals are closed, you can't hear anything, you can't see anything, what you smell is the stinking, it's like falling into a dung pit. And it's very itchy, it's so itchy, you can't scratch it!"

The little fat man shuddered at the thought of that feeling again, and Frankie saw goosebumps rise on his arms.

"Wow, Vito, you're amazing. Can you do it all night?" said Frankie, who shuddered a little when he heard Vito say, and felt that he would never be able to do it. I can't help but be a little in awe of the little fat man.

"!" the little fat man looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to them, and whispered to Flandy, "Actually, my father locked me up for less than 10 minutes, and I cried hard inside before he let me out."

"And how did Uncle Anger tell everyone to keep you up for the whole night?" asked Flandy, a little strangely.

"That's because when my grandfather locked him up, he also cried so hard, and my grandfather told people to lock him up all night, but in fact it was only 10 minutes, hahaha, this is our Orange family tradition. The little fat man exposed the family's privacy and showed a triumphant smile.

Frandy slapped his head, rather speechless. It seems that even in another world, face is everywhere.

"Vito, I think you're going to taste the little dark room again tonight!" said Brandi stood up, picked up the jar and bowl, and prepared to take it to the kitchen.

"Flandie, don't scare me, I haven't made any mistakes lately! I also passed the exam of the Grand Magister last time!" Vito was anxious, and also stood up, and said loudly.

Frandy lifted his chin behind the little fat man, motioning for him to look behind him, "No, the morning class is about to start, Uncle Anger said that if you are late, he will lock you up for the whole night!"

On the wall of the dining room behind the little fat man, there is a gorgeous magic timer, the border of the timer is carved with intricate patterns, and the front is divided into 32 grids, each of which has a small flame floating in it, of which the flames of the first seven grids have turned pure black. The flame in the eighth slot is still purple, but the color is slowly changing, and it tends to get darker and darker. There are 24 small white flames behind it.

Vito glanced behind him, as if he was caught in flames by the purple flame, and shouted anxiously, "Oh my God, I'm going to be late for morning class!"

As soon as he was halfway through, he seemed to remember something, and turned back to Flandi and shouted: "Flandie, it's almost 8 o'clock, why aren't you in a hurry, your grandfather will scold you if you're late!"

Flandi continued to walk unhurriedly to the kitchen with the jar and the big bowl, and when he heard the little fat man calling him, he turned around and smiled, and said, "It's okay, I'm faster than you, haha"

The little fat man was angry, didn't say a word, and left.