The sharp blade continued to pierce the body, cutting through the skin and cutting into the crimson flesh, and the body was divided into countless small pieces, and the red liquid flowed out, which looked very dazzling on the wooden table.

"It's so juicy, this variety is good..."

Martin was standing at the wooden table in the Red Room, he was wearing the gentleman's hat, the mask on his face with a wanton smile, and he twisted his wrist to chop a red fruit on the wooden table a little more.

Taking another fruit out of the basket on the wall, Martin tossed it twice with great interest and said:

"This one is even more incredible, it's like working out."

The plump flesh and deep grooves of the fruit in front of him made it look very strong, like the muscular fierce man Martin had seen in his previous life.

He held the fruit with his left hand and cut it into small pieces with a short knife with his right hand, and then turned it into hob pieces.

Placing the chopped pulp and hob pieces into two bowls, he picked up the three eggs on the table, expertly crushed them, then took some white lenses from a glass bottle in the corner of the table and sprinkled them, followed by a quick stirring and beating into the air.

He had already sniffed and tasted the white crystals beforehand, and it was indeed salt.

When everything was ready, he placed a frying pan on the rack of the fireplace and poured some golden liquid.

He thought about it and poured a little more.

Martin had already added some more dry wood to the fireplace, and in the fireplace, the rising tongue of fire was enthusiastically licking the bottom of the pan, and the frying pan began to smoke slowly when it was heated, and Martin poured all the beaten eggs into it, and said something in his mouth:

"Fortunately, this is a warehouse, and the materials needed are basically there..."

"I just can't find staghorn fense, the taste of that oil is comparable to lard, no wonder it can be used in that cookbook..."

When the egg liquid meets the hot oil, it immediately makes a dull sizzling sound and quickly expands up, giving off an enticing aroma.

Martin took out the eggs that had been fried to a golden brown but not yet fully set, and there was still some oil left in the frying pan, and he poured the chopped red flesh into it, and the pan instantly crackled violently, and he flapped the pan twice in one hand, and the bright yellow flame rushed from the edge of the pan, and the heat rushed to his face.

He tossed it twice and then sprinkled some more salt, only to see that the fine pulp that had begun to juice became softer, and the pot was filled with juice and spewed out an enticing fragrance.

At this time, what Martin is doing is the home-cooked dish that almost everyone in the big foodie empire can cook - scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but he has his own unique skills.

This dish needs to ensure that the eggs are covered with rich juice while the flesh is not too soft and rotten, which requires two main points, one is to cut the flesh into two parts, one finely chopped and one large, first fry the crushed juice, and then fry the large fruit.

The second is to add salt when frying the fine pulp, so that the water in the chopped fruit can flow out more fully, and the soup will be more.

In his previous life, Martin relied on this unique scrambled eggs with tomatoes to capture the stomachs and hearts of his ex-girlfriends.

Putting the eggs in the mash and then the tomatoes with hob blades, Martin added a little sugar to freshen up, which he found in the cupboard in the house.

He picked up a tomato from the two thin wooden sticks he had just beaten and tasted it, his eyes narrowing.

"Tomatoes are so sour at this time—"

He sighed and added a little more salt and sugar.

Stir, stir, and remove from pan.

The rich aroma had long since filled the room, and the red and yellow food looked so alluring in the light of the oil lamp, Martin licked his lips, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled.

He had closed the door to the warehouse, and was about to take off his mask and start eating.

This is the second dish he has made since he came into this world, and it is also the delicacy he has eaten every once in a while in his previous life, and for some reason, he has an extraordinary passion for this simple home-cooked dish.

After successfully finding Hihian and getting rid of his xenomorph appearance, he finally had a short break, so he decided to make a food dish to treat himself.

When he saw the tomatoes in the basket and the eggs on the table, he decided to make this dish, he missed the taste of the eggs wrapped in tomato juice in his mouth.

"It's a pity that there is no onion and garlic."

He sat down, picked up the two sticks and sighed, and picked up a red and yellow egg.

"Martin?"

Just as he was about to put the egg in his mouth, Juncker's voice came from outside the house.

He heard this for a moment, but instead of putting the egg in his mouth, he replied to the door:

"What's wrong?"

"What are you doing with food... It smells so good..."

Juncker said outside the door.

"May I come in?"

Martin sighed lightly, put the stick down, and quickly put on his mask.

"It's nothing, just a little bit of food from my hometown."

Martin opened the door and said to Juncker as he welcomed him in.

Juncker followed the aroma to find the dish on the table and swallowed involuntarily.

"What is this... I've never smelled this scent... Can you try it? ”

"Of course." Martin is still quite confident in what he has made.

Juncker picked up a fork next to him, picked up some eggs and put them in his mouth, despite the hot ones.

He chewed it heavily, his eyes widening in surprise.

He swallowed the egg and said vaguely:

"It turned out to be tomatoes and eggs... This taste is really... It's delicious! How do you do that? ”

After saying that, he forked some more and put it in his mouth.

"The main thing is to chop up, and then put more oil in it when frying." Martin answered in a serious way, only to realize that Juncker should not know what "fried" was.

He was about to explain further when he suddenly noticed that the thin white mist on the surface of Juncker's body was surging, and they drifted into the air, and then slowly injected into his body.

He felt a warm breath melt into his skin, a hot spring that opened his pores and sucked in a steady stream of mist.

He was refreshed, and in an instant he could smell all the scents around him, the smell of scrambled eggs, the grease of oil lamps, the herbs in the warehouse, the body odor of Junkers..... He felt that his sense of smell was much sharper than before.

A feeling of hunger came from the stomach pouch, then slowly diminished.

"It's—" Martin felt all this, and had some guesses in his mind.

He had a similar experience when he was in the Plantagenet Palace, where he absorbed the gray mist from Stanley and Cornell through the Hand of Glory, and the scarlet mist from Cecian through his teeth when he became a woman, all of which were similar to what he felt now.

"Could it be that the [Alchemy Dog] absorbs the power of 'gluttony' through food..."

He combined his observations of Old John during the day to come to this conclusion.

"But at the moment, the [Alchemy Dog] doesn't seem to have any other abilities except for the flexible body of the giant dog, unlike the goblins, the [Hand of Glory], and even less than the vampire card that turned into a box."

"You can try to absorb some more, and it seems that there will be changes..."

Martin's mind wandered, and he realized that he still had a lot to learn about these magical powers, and decided to look for an opportunity to ask Hines.

And just as he was thinking about this, the plate of food he had longed for on the table had been wiped out by Juncker.