"Dear Chef, you're not trying to regret it, are you?" asked Rogge, tilting his head to look at him.

The chef stared at him with straight eyes and said, "I don't believe your words, you just muttered to the bird on your shoulder in private, there must be something boring, I don't think you look like a person who has been working in the kitchen for many years!"

"It's true that I've been out of the kitchen for years, but the craft hasn't been wasted!" Rogge defended unhurriedly.

"Then you can use the tuna meat in front of you to make me a finished dish, I want to see what kind of craftsmanship you have!" the chef grabbed the kitchen knife on the table and threw it head-on, and Rogge stood quietly in place, seeing the kitchen knife "slam" on the table in front of him.

"It's all you little villain!" Rogge glared back at the little owl, pulled the kitchen knife from the table, thought for a moment, looked up at the chef and said, "Excuse me, can you help me with the materials I need? ”

"Of course!" the chef waved his hand to the side of the cabin, and a row of cabinets opened automatically, filled with all kinds of seasonings and spices, and Rogge smiled at this, put down his knife and walked past the cabinets, stopping in front of the cabinet where the cheese was kept.

He pinched a little with his hand and put it in his mouth, fed the little owl another bite, then cut off a piece with the blade of the claw blade and held it in his hand, turned back to the table, and said to the little owl: "Little glutton, you are responsible for helping me get the materials!"

"Then you'll be ready to score half of the score!" the little owl chirped.

"Okay, it's all yours, okay?" Rogge smiled as he picked up the kitchen knife on the table and crushed his portion of tuna, which had been cut as thin as a cicada's wings, into a puree, and the little owl helped him fetch a few eggs and a bowl to keep at hand.

Rogge cracked the eggs in the bowl and was about to stir them, when the kitchen door suddenly opened, Catherine and Tali's curious faces poked in, and when Chef saw a stranger appear, he immediately reached for his axe, but Rogge turned around and stopped him.

"They're with me, don't get excited!Hey ladies, come in, I'm making supper!" Rogge beckoned to the two, and Catherine and Tully gave Chef a careful look and walked into the kitchen to the table.

"Watch Mr. Witcher show you a hand!"

Rogge smiled and swept the silver spoon in his hand, beat the egg mixture in the bowl, poured it with the fish, added chili powder, chopped chives, pepper and flour and stirred well, turning into spherical tuna dumplings.

"It's so fragrant, I can't help it, can I eat one?" said the little owl, standing by the fish balls, drooling.

"No, it's not done yet!" Rogge said and slapped the dumplings in front of her flat, and the little furball was startled, fluttering its wings and backing away, only to see Rogge crush all the dumplings into round cakes in turn, and then cut the cheese into small pieces and knead them into balls.

He wrapped the fish around the cheeseballs, kneaded them into meatballs, and put them in a bowl one by one, and when all the meatballs were done, he turned back to the chef and said, "I think we can cook!"

The chef pointed to the stove in the opposite corner of the cabin with a gloomy face, Rogge picked up the meatballs and turned to the stove, lit the flame and set up the cauldron, poured in the yellow and clear oil, and when the oil was hot, he put the meatballs in the pan and fried them until golden brown, and took them out with a colander and put them in the bowl brought by Lilith, who had become a little Lori.

"Ah, it's so hot!" Lilith snapped a bite and screamed at the heat.

"Who told you to steal food in a hurry?" Rogge snatched the bowl from her hand, fried all the meatballs, and placed them all on a large silver platter, bringing them back to the large table in the middle of the kitchen.

At this point, the whole kitchen is already filled with a lingering aroma, the aroma of fried fish mixed with the aroma of cheese, and the unique taste of pepper and green onion makes everyone swallow.

"It's done, would you like to try one?" said Rogge, looking up at Chef.

The chef had already been overwhelmed by the overflowing aroma, strode forward, pinched one directly with his hand and put it into his mouth.

"For the first time, I learned that the undead can eat. Catherine swallowed and whispered to Tully as she touched her rumbling belly.

The mermaid nodded slightly, watching the chef put the meatballs in her mouth, feeling that she was also becoming hungry.

"It's my turn!" Little Lori, who couldn't bear it anymore, ran to the plate, grabbed one with one with her two little hands, turned around and ran away, Rogge looked back at her and stuffed both balls into her mouth, and her small mouth was immediately rounded.

"What do you think it tastes like?" asked Rogge, looking back at Chef's meaty face.

"It's simply the best tuna balls I've ever tasted!" said the chef, whose voice seemed to tremble, as he looked down at the meatballs and exclaimed.

"It's crispy on the outside and has an attractive aroma, but the cheese inside is soft and creamy, the peppers and peppers give it a unique refreshing sensation, and the chives make it fragrant but not greasy, it's really unbearable!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed another one and threw it into his mouth, eating five or six in a row, even forgetting that Rogge was standing beside him, Rogge smiled and looked back at Catherine and Tully, who were swallowing their saliva, and asked Chef, "So, did I win?"

"You win, you can go, and when I'm done eating these, I'm going to try to make a plate myself!" said the chef slurred, as he busied the fish balls in his mouth.

"Have a good meal!" Rog smiled and turned to beckon to Catherine and Tully, walked over to the stove and took out a small bowl he had just hidden, picked up one of the fish balls and threw it at Lilith.

Little Lori was busy dealing with the two balls that were fighting in her mouth, and a fish ball hit her head, the little girl looked back and saw the fish ball bounce up and fall to the ground, and hurriedly flew up to grab the fish ball in her hand, raised her head and saw Rogge walking outside the gate, and hurriedly got up to catch up.

As he walked, Rogge handed the small bowl of fish balls to Catherine and Tully, grabbed one of them and put it in his mouth, and said as he ate, "I remember a philosopher who said that foodies are the least harmful species in the world, because they only think about what to eat in their minds, and they don't have time to harm people!"

"Are you sure this is what the philosopher said?" Catherine asked softly, and Lilith reached out a small hand from her side and snatched the ball from her hand.

"I guess so, I don't read much, and I'm not sure!" Rogge spread his hands and said with a smile: "At least, our Mr. Chef fits this sentence very well, although he is a undead butcher who kills people without blinking, but in the face of delicious food, he is also powerless to resist, this is nature!"

Before the words fell, Lilith suddenly ran from behind him with the bowl and a cigarette, and Catherine's angry voice came from behind, and Rogge was about to stop Lilith, only to hear a boom, and a huge anchor smashed the wall on the side of the corridor and landed in front of little Lori.

"Wow!" the frightened Lilith threw away the bowl and turned into a little owl, and did not forget to grab the last fish ball in the bowl with her claws, and a smoke flew to the back of Rogge's neck, and Catherine, who was standing behind Rogge, snatched the fish ball and stuffed it into her mouth.

"You!" Little Furball glared back at her angrily, but heard Rogge's solemn voice coming: "Don't make trouble, there's trouble!"

I saw that where the anchor fell, a strong man more than two meters tall walked to the anchor with heavy steps, lifted the huge anchor with one hand, and looked down at them fiercely.

Rog was about to step forward to answer, when he heard the sound of breaking the sky behind him, he quickly turned around and released five blades, and the flash of light flashed past Tali's side, knocking the three flying knives to the ground.

A small man with a harpoon appeared behind the trio, with a ring of shiny throwing knives wrapped around his belt, and looked at them with a sly gaze, the beard on his face making him look more rough.

"I guess, there's a third?" said Rogge, looking at the two in front of him and retracting the blade he had released.

Before he finished speaking, a ghost suddenly appeared behind him, and the bright saber stabbed him in the back of the heart, but Rog's figure was faster than the ghost, turning and retreating at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye, and the claw blade pushed away the stabbing saber, but unexpectedly, the second saber slashed at his arm again.

Rogge let go of the blade like a fleeting shadow and stepped back, the opponent's two knives pressed up, the two sabers set off a storm of knife light, Rogge waved his hand and released five blades, seven blades collided with each other, and the four silver lights were dazzling.

Rogge walked like a fly, taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's resistance to the five blades, his body approached him like a phantom, and flew up and kicked him in the abdomen, the undead spirit relied on his empty body, and instead of dodging, he swung his knife at Rogge, but unexpectedly, Rogge's heavy kick kicked him back a few steps.

"How is that possible, you can actually touch my body?" cried out the Twin Blade Undead in amazement.

"Would I dare to come here if I couldn't even touch you?" said Rogge, retracting his five blades and unhurriedly moving the fingers of the claw blade.

"Who are you?" the Twin Blades Undead asked with a hostile look at the three of them.

"In Lower Rogg, Ranger only, these two ladies are my companions, and we have come here to talk to Captain Jack about a deal. After Rogge finished speaking calmly, he looked at the three people who were staring at him and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you are the captain's three henchmen, right?"

He pointed his gaze at the big man with the anchor in his hand and said, "You are the third mate of the ship's chocolate." Then he looked back at the guy with the harpoon behind him and said, "You're the second co-Joe." Finally, he turned his gaze back to the Twin Blades Undead and said, "As for you, it should be the first mate Mike!"

"How do you know so much about us?" asked First Officer Mike, surprised.

"Because I can read minds! It's so easy!" Rogge smirked.

"Nonsense, no one can read the minds of the undead!" Mike said coldly.

"Yes, but I just know!" said Rog with a sly smile, "Anyway, I'm here to see the captain, where is he?" I don't think he's hiding from me, is he?"

"It's not that easy to see the captain!" Mike sneered, and the second and third co-orders Qiao and the third co-quali stepped forward at the same time, staring at the three of them menacingly, only to hear Mike say: "If you can't pass our level, you don't want to see any of you!"

(Good afternoon, dear friends!The Witcher's tuna balls are now added to the luxurious lunch!Hands-on pros can do it themselves!The captain's three lieutenants are in the way again, what kind of adventures will happen in the future?More exciting, please look forward to it, if you are happy to watch, please vote for the favorite!)