The two big rough hands were clasped together, and the crunching sound was painful to hear.

Half a minute later, the Grand Master relaxed his strength, the hands of the two separated, and he crossed his waist and laughed, "Hahaha, sure enough, the wrist strength is also first-class, even if it is a draw!" ”

Gordon withdrew his hand with some silence, "You don't have to save face for me, your strength can't be faked, it's you who won." ”

He thought that with the other party's age of sixty or seventy years old, his muscle strength would decline more severely, so he put some water at the beginning, but he was caught off guard, and the bones of his hand were almost crushed by the other party.

By the end, he had exhausted all his strength, and the Grand Master still had some of his remaining strength.

At least in terms of wrist strength, the other party does outperform himself.

Truth be told, this was the first time Gordon had met someone who could hold him up in strength.

Of course, the kind of Great Elder is not counted in the category of "people".

As if appreciating the phrase "strength cannot be faked", Grand Master reached out again and patted Gordon on the shoulder.

This time it's an encouraging shoulder pat, not the kind that can smash the table with the sound of breaking wind.

"I'm sorry, this old guy is always like this, but it looks like he likes you." The Commander-in-Chief walked over with a smile, "'Gordon the Brave', isn't it, what a wonderful young man.

Mecca told me a little bit about you in the letter, the head of the special investigation team, haha, you will be the ones who will lead these young people in the future! ”

After speaking, the commander-in-chief looked at the crowd on the trestle, "Ladies of the Special Investigation Team, on behalf of the New World Ancient Dragon Investigation Group, I welcome you to come.

I won't say much about the extra clichés, the welcome dinner is ready, come with me! ”

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the large cafeteria "Weapons and Lynx Pavilion" in the stronghold of the stars is in full swing.

"Meow—"

Pork chops and pandans gathered in front of the open kitchen, watching the cat chefs of the investigation team show off their skills.

The chef, or as this is the case, the chef, is a Elo who feels more like a butcher than a chef.

Adult Ailu's height is mostly about one meter, for example, Xianglan is ninety-nine centimeters, but unfortunately the last centimeter has never been able to grow.

The pork chop has a good foundation, and he has been eating and practicing with an owner like Gordon for many years, and his size has jumped to more than 110 centimeters, which is a full circle taller than ordinary Elu cats.

The chef in front of him, who was nearly one hundred and thirty centimeters tall, had muscles knotted to the point of being a little deformed, his shoulders were as wide as two ordinary eluges, and there was a huge scar on his closed right eye, which seemed to be the claw mark of some kind of monster.

Just standing there with his arms crossed, a fierce roost rushed to his face.

In the center of the cat chefs' cooking area is a large and heavy rock slab, and the fire below is vigorous, burning the rock slab to a boiling heat.

When you put fresh meat rich in fat on it, the sound of "zizi" makes you want to drool.

Pandan's saliva was already dripping.

Pork chops are intently observed by the cat cooks.

The cooking method of the cat's kitchen of the investigation group is mainly based on rock slab roasting and cauldron stewing.

It may seem wild and monotonous to some chefs who want to be sophisticated, but in order to fill the hundreds of mouths of the research team, it is the best way to strike a balance between deliciousness and efficiency.

Fresh meat, fish, shrimp and seafood are put on it, quickly fried to the charred layer, a glass of liquor is sprinkled, covered with a stuffy lid and grilled for a while, and then sprinkled with the most basic seasonings such as salt and pepper, and the aroma of fresh flavor immediately wafts away.

I haven't done much, but the chef who is standing aside with his thick arms snorting, showing a "still done" expression on his face, bowing his head slightly.

The cat chef respectfully stepped aside.

With his cat's paws cocked, the chef carefully picks up a sprig of fresh rosemary and carefully places it in the center of the freshly grilled fish.

Infused with soul.

Xianglan's saliva almost didn't squirt, and it couldn't wait to ask, "Can you eat meow?" ”

The chef folded his arms again and made a cold "enjoy" gesture.

As soon as the cat chef put the grilled fish on the same huge plate, pandan had already pounced on it.

The pork chop's eyes lit up, "I see, it not only retains the original taste of the ingredients and the softness of the texture, but also takes into account the burnt aroma and crispy meow of the roast."

The only problem is that the quality and freshness of the ingredients are extremely demanding, and only the cooking method that can be used in the origin of the abundant ingredients is exciting! ”

The chef turned his head to look at the young Ailu.

Strong muscles, powerful claws, a huge scar on the forehead is very conspicuous, and there are countless small scars hidden between the hairs.

This is a battle-hardened warrior meow.

Coupled with his knowledge and love for cooking and ingredients, the chef narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems to see its younger self.

"Meow-" with a low, purring voice that didn't look like an Elu cat, but more like the low roar of some toothed dragon species.

"It seems that I have to show my hands myself."

The chef muttered in a deep voice and patted his paws.

The two Ailu Cat Chefs nodded vigorously and ran away, and soon they came back with a huge piece of meat weighing forty or fifty kilograms.

The cross-section of the meat is covered with beautiful marble-like fat patterns, which is the highest grade of herbivorous dragon meat.

The chef slowly pulled out the huge catsword behind him, which was still more than a meter long even if the tip was broken.

As if warming up, he shook the muscles in his chest.

The cat's claws were used together with knives and forks, and the pandan beard that quickly stuffed the grilled fish into her mouth trembled, and she stepped back a little with the plate, "The old man who shows off his muscles is a little disgusting." ”

Chef: "."

At the wine table in front of the cooking table, the Grand Master burst out laughing, "Hahahaha, it's been a long time since I've seen that guy look so serious."

It's been a long time since I've heard a young Ai Lu dare to say this, an old man who shows off his muscles, hahahaha! ”

Hayata, who was at the same table, smiled dryly and apologized for Xianglan, that guy is always neither big nor small.

Gordon shrugged, took a few sips of wine, picked up another piece of the bird's leg, and ate it heartily.

Anhill looked at the Grand Master and then at the Chef, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is that chef cat your hunting partner?" ”

"Ha, it used to be, but then we all retired!" The Grand Master threw a piece of flesh with the bones into his mouth, rinsed it, and spat out the clean bones.

So will Elu really look more and more like its owner?

Anhill looked again at the Grand Master who had torn off his sleeves, revealing two muscular arms.

It's still February when it's not even early spring, and it doesn't seem to be a problem to wear a vest pandan on this person.

Behind the barbecue, the chef wields a catsword, or a chef's knife? Heroically cooking the huge piece of herbivorous dragon meat.

The pork chop seemed to have itchy hands, so he threw away his knife and fork and ran into the cooking area, grabbed an apron, and came to the chef to help.

The Grand Master at the table was playing with Gordon, throwing the roast into his mouth one after another, and the wine never stopped, and the barrels around the table were almost empty.

Anhil sighed, turned his head to Hayatta, and said:

"I always feel that I can already see what Gordon and pork chops will look like forty or fifty years later."

Ps.

The Grand Master must have been retired, and he didn't even see him with weapons in the wild. (Of course, the bigger reason may be the need for game performance)

(End of chapter)