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The second more, if you want to fatten, it's still troublesome to collect! I'm out of motivation, I need to add some oil!

"Okay, since you're in the kitchen, you can lead the way!" Cook and his party walked into the ranch smoothly, only a few people were not seen along the way, even if there were people, Cook could see at a glance that this was an elite soldier in disguise, not a real farmer, have you ever seen a real farmer pull out the seedlings of vegetables? Will he hold a tool with his backhand? Will he go down to the field with his boots?

"This way, this way!" Cook knew that this was Wood and Carney secretly thinking about themselves, but with the unmanned reconnaissance plane's big mouth reconnaissance first, Cook probably knew the location, and the little bad who jumped up and down from time to time further gave Cook the right answer.

"Well, is this the kitchen, when did we have these things in our kitchen?" Cook was stunned by what he saw, silver plates, silver cutlery, silver cooking utensils, and Ginther's candlesticks.

"Oh, Wood, you're finally back, damn fellows, I need servants, servants, or the three princes' drinking party will be smashed tonight, smashed. A meatball-like cook snarled at the sight of Wood's two.

"Hehe, Chef Muhammad, this is a servant, we still have a task, we take our leave, we leave. Wood and Carney looked at each other, quickly put down their things and walked away.

"You damn fellow, you, and you, oh my God, you filthy creature dares to come into my Muhammad's kitchen, you, take him to wash up, hurry!" Cook Muhammad saw Cook's appearance, and immediately yelled at one of the guards, wielding a glittering kitchen knife in his hand.

"Uh!" Cook was stunned for a moment, and then he was taken away by two guards, and then thrown into a large pool of water, brushed with the brush of a horse, and then threw Cook a fine white linen cook's suit.

"Well, boy, now let's get to work. Muhammad looked at Cook and nodded with satisfaction, but Cook hated this guy to death, because Cook was still red and had been brushed with a brush.

"Tonight's drinking party is a grand meeting held by the three princes, so you have to be careful and careful, now someone will be an assistant, just you kid. There were a dozen people in the kitchen, but Mohammed looked around and finally chose Cook.

"Tonight to make a roast whole lamb with the taste of Yalan, what you do next to you is very simple, that is, how I tell you how to do it, well, first take out the little lamb soaked in spices and ............. Muhammad was busy as he told Cook what to do.

"Arran taste, master, are you from Arran?" asked Cook in surprise.

"Yes, Master Ben is a native of Arlan. When Muhammad heard Ryan's name, his already small eyes narrowed into a slit.

"No wonder Master, your method of making sheep is different. Cook exclaimed.

"Hmph, I'm an eighth-level member of the Arlan Chefs' Guild. Muhammad snorted and introduced himself proudly.

"See, this is a magic knife, depicting a sharp magic array, not to mention this sheep bone, that is, the bones of the demonic beast, also cut off together. Muhammad said mysteriously to Cook.

"Magic knives!" Cook's face turned green suddenly, you must know that the price of magic items is sky-high, take the thin staff in Lori's hand, it is said to be worth a lot of 100,000 gold coins, Cook can't figure it out, isn't it just a piece of wood? Of course, plus a ruby.

"Boy, let's get started, don't be too surprised, master, I still have the goods at the bottom of the box. Muhammad said mysteriously.

"Yes, Master, I listen to you. "Cook's psychology finally let go, as long as this Muhammad is not from the Ceylon Empire, or from the Roland Empire, then his little tricks will definitely not be discovered.

"Alright, boy, now I don't need you here, you go over there and help them make a vegetable salad, remember to clean it, by the way, you can make the broom mushrooms you got back, I won't do that." Muhammad was about to begin to prepare the sauce for the roast lamb, so he broke Kuk away.

"Then Master, I'm over, and you have something to order. Cook nodded hurriedly, knowing that the whole lamb was roasted in a separate small room, and the vegetable salad was on the other side, and what Muhammad did not notice was that Cook had taken the wild fruit wrapped in leaves with him.

"General, His Royal Highness the Third Prince would like to ask you to change into a gift, not this military uniform. Lucy looked at Conknie's uniform and said with some concern.

"Hehe, dress, he's not worthy of it yet!" Conkney walked out in a military suit and said with a smile.

"My lord, this is not good, after all, he is the most popular candidate for the crown prince. Lucy said with concern.

"Hehe, Crown Prince!" Conkny smiled incomprehensibly, and then walked out of the door first.

"Welcome to His Royal Highness the Third Prince, Lady Conknie...... Your Excellency, General, we warmly welcome that it will be a lifelong honor to hold this grand meeting in this foreign land. Cook was forced to put on a waiter's costume and began to shuttle back and forth over the cocktail party, Cook was teaching the little bad in a corner, this little thing had a round belly, obviously did not know where to steal food, and the host, a middle-aged man, said loudly.

"General, damn it, it's a big game now. When Cook saw Conknie, who was dressed in a five-star general's costume, he couldn't help but curse secretly, because the legendary five-star generals must be powerful warriors, the same as the ancient generals on the earth, after all, in the era of cold weapons, the general's bravery accounted for a large part of the victory factor.

However, the next scene made Cook almost stunned on the spot, because the figure who seemed to be the third prince occupied the host's place and said: "Thank you General Conkney for coming to this reception despite his illness, and we wish His Excellency the General a speedy recovery of his illness for the first drink." ”

"And when we have our first drink, please give us a glass of juice to our hard-working guards, who have made it possible for us to have this reception here. However, the third prince then said very gentlemanly.

"Go, you, you, and you, go get juice for the guards, whatever. Cook was stunned, because this time he had himself, and the one who pointed him out was a very, very arrogant guy next to the third prince.

"Yes, yes, it's my lord!" Cook looked at the desserts, as well as the broom mushroom fresh fish soup, and then at the colorful juices on the side, and couldn't help muttering: "Is this providence!"

Then the guards got the juice from the three princes, and many of the guards shed tears, because this was the first time that the high-ranking characters still remembered these soldiers, of course, the soldiers drank very little, as for the captain or something, the amount must be much more.

Wood and Carney, who went down to the mission, were not assigned a mission, and rested in the room, after all, they had walked around the forest, and their juice was enjoyed by Andrew in their mouths.

"My lord, the third prince is trying to win people's hearts, you see, not only drink, but also drink juice, as long as there are high-ranking officers, he has to go in person, you see, just ate dessert and went to eat barbecue, even the buffet is not this way of eating. Lucy held a glass of juice in her hand, followed closely behind Conknie, who was also holding a glass of juice, and said dissatisfiedly.

"Huh. This is also the meaning of sending juice to the guards just now, it's not simple, the third prince is very thoughtful, and he should pay attention to it in the future. Conknie's face flushed slightly, and she kept raising her glass with the officers and other nobles she knew well, smiling, but she lowered her head and whispered to Lucy.

"One general, two generals, three generals, and eleven army commanders, and a prince, my credit this time, uh! fart credit, if this continues, Lao Tzu is afraid that he will face the reward of the Ceylon Empire every day. Cook counted excitedly on the side, but then realized that it was wrong, such a big credit was not a credit, but a death, Cook was sweating profusely, picked up a large silver tray and walked to the kitchen, where there was a thing that made Cook very excited.

"Uh, Lucy, help me out, I feel like throwing up. Conkney snorted, then covered her mouth, then pulled Lucy and whispered.

"Do you want me to come with you, sir?" asked Lucy nervously.

"No, I'll come when I go, you are my adjutant after all, let's all leave, the third prince has to be careful. Conkney said as she glanced around, saw a side door in the hall, and hurried over.

"Dear Adjutant Lucy, what's wrong with Your Excellency General?" and just as Lucy was about to follow, the third prince came over and asked.

"Your Highness, the general is a woman, so it's just a little uncomfortable. Lucy replied with a salute.

"Hehe, that's right, Adjutant Lucy, there is something I want to ask you?" the third prince took Lucy's hand without saying a word, and walked to the side of the small hall, while Lucy only glanced towards the place where Conkny had disappeared.