For someone like Hannibal who often tastes exotic food.

His taste should be very different from ordinary people.

For example, according to Sister Charles, Hannibal was very fond of tavern pies.

The only advantage of that chop pie in Jiang Yan's opinion is that the portion is large enough and the taste is heavy enough.

It's okay to eat it with beer, but it's a bit hard to eat on its own.

But Hannibal didn't go with beer at all, so he ate it alone.

It shows that he is indeed a hopeless lover of heavy mouths.

Coincidentally, Jiang Ember also has a lot of recipes for super ~level heavy mouths.

Soon after, Ember took Kassandra back to Uncle Taiqiong's house.

Now Uncle Tayon and his wife are out to work, and Charles is at the hotel.

The empty three-story wooden house was empty, which also made it convenient for Jiang Yan to do things.

Seeing that Ember was rummaging in the kitchen, Kassandra asked suspiciously:

"What are you going to do as a gift to Hannibal?"

"Well, hehe, you'll find out in a moment."

After rummaging for a while, Jiang Ember found a glass jar from a hidden underground compartment.

The jar was not filled with anything strange.

It's a liquid that's clean and transparent, and looks like water.

In addition, Jiang Ember also fished out two green-shell crayfish from the pool at the back.

This species of crayfish inhabits freshwater environments, including springs, rivers and lakes, and is now large and plump.

Originally, these two crayfish were left by Uncle Taiqiong to prepare soup for cooking at night.

But at this moment, Jiang Ember quickly dealt with it in front of Kassandra.

In his hands with astonishing dexterity, the two live shrimps were quickly shelled and stripped of the shrimp line.

It soon turned into a large plate of crystal clear and adorable shrimp meat.

This is...... What is this going to do?

Seeing Jiang Yan busy in the kitchen.

Kassandra, who was standing in the doorway and watching, felt a little puzzled.

Didn't you say you should prepare something super heavy for Hannibal as a gift?

But looking at the ingredients that Jiang Ember is handling at this time, it seems to be quite normal.

It's not as weird as Kassandra imagined the weird ingredients or cooking techniques.

Of course, the principle behind this must have been difficult for Kassandra to understand.

After all, the focus of this dish is not actually on the two green-shelled crayfish.

And on the bottle of his own special seasoning that Jiang Ember took out from the underground secret compartment.

......

And just like that, after about half an hour passed.

Hannibal, who had been busy at the market for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Whew, it's not easy to get busy at last.

When sending away the aunt who was stalking and always wanted to come over and take advantage of herself.

Hannibal really felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Probably because Hannibal had a sense of elegance, easy-going and personable.

In addition, his gentlemanly dress is quite rare in this market.

After opening this morning, there have been a lot of aunts who come to him to buy groceries.

And those aunts still wear heavy makeup for some reason, and they are dressed up like peacocks with flowers.

See the demons and monsters whose faces are smeared with powder thicker than the skin of the walls.

Hannibal really wanted to grab a big pumpkin from the car and throw it at their heads.

But because I want to build a good relationship with the residents here.

Not only could he not do this, but he even had to greet him with a smile and deal with it in style.

Such a back and forth, coupled with the "three-hour fantasy execution" in the morning.

It was only then that Hannibal felt that the pressure he had accumulated was so great that he wanted to die.

...... Yes.

I miss home, I miss the foggy place.

I miss the rats in the underground sewers of the foggy capital.

I miss homesickness, I miss the murderers in the streets and alleys of Wudu.

However, while Hannibal was silently composing poetry in his head.

A familiar figure was already slowly approaching him.

"Mr. Hannibal, do you look tired?"

Well? This is?

When Hannibal heard this, he immediately raised his head and immediately saw the somewhat familiar face.

It's not ...... Isn't this the same cook who came over yesterday to buy sweet potatoes?

looked at Jiang Ash who came to the side of the convertible cart at some point.

Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief, after all, it was much better to deal with a cook than with a stubborn aunt.

But unlike what Jiang Ember and the others expected before, he didn't actually know Jiang Ember.

The Mystera Walker who had provided Hannibal with information had never even entered the monastery.

So naturally he couldn't have known that there was a cook named Jiang Ember who had been in it for so long.

So, at this time, Hannibal just treated Jiang Ember as an ordinary customer, nothing more.

After barely cheering up, Hannibal smiled gentlemanly at Jiang Ember and nodded:

"Hello, sir, is there anything you want to buy today?"

Ooh? The acting is really good, pretend not to know me.

Hannibal put on a look of knowing exactly who he was.

Jiang Ember took out an insulated lunch box that is usually used for picnics.

He said to him in a kind tone:

"Mr. Hannibal, the sweet potato you sold me yesterday was really delicious, and today I am here to return the gift."

"A return gift? That's not necessary, we're trading fair, and you don't owe me anything. ”

"Haha, the return gift is just an excuse, in fact, I heard that you are an investigator of the Wudu Cooking Association, and I want you to try my craft."

Oh? This young chef is still interested in our association?

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Ember suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye in Hannibal's eyes.

"Okay, but first of all, I'm a diner who has tasted all kinds of food in the world, and ordinary dishes may not give too good reviews."

"Don't worry, it's definitely not ordinary...... Take a look. ”

Before the words fell, Jiang Ember opened the insulated lunch box he was holding in his hand.

Just as he brought out a white and delicate white porcelain disc from the big lunch box.

Hannibal's eyes lit up at first, and then he quickly showed some disappointment.

First of all, the large plate seems to contain a portion of stir-fried shrimp.

Large chunks of plump, white and translucent shrimp are neatly stacked in the middle of the plate.

The shrimp meat seems to be coated in a thin sauce so that it looks crystal clear and very tasty.

Around the plate are cherry radishes for serving.

The pink radish is carved into the shape of flower petals, and it is very beautiful.

I have to say that this plating is quite a chef's level.

There aren't many things, but they look very aesthetically pleasing and delicious at first glance.

But for Hannibal, this was not enough, far from enough.

It's just delicious food, and in his opinion, it's just a third-rate practice.

The real high-class food can only be made by the chef with the great ambition of connecting the world and traveling the galaxy.

Such ordinary food, no matter how delicious it is, lacks that great impact, which seems to Hannibal to be very ordinary.