Sword of the pirate king

"Huh? Rice noodles?"

The fat head chef in charge of the back kitchen of the cafeteria in the underground training ground scratched his head, and shook his head after thinking hard for a moment.

"Those people who go crazy when they see food, eat everything the same. In their eyes, delicate dim sum made with rice noodles is not as real as a bowl of rice."

"That's why I have a lot of rice here, but really no rice noodles."

"That's it..." Noah thought for a moment, "Then we can only use a more troublesome method."

"Can I have a bag of rice?"

Although he works in the back kitchen, the fat head chef is not a person with no information. The cafeteria is a place where news circulates. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, the head chef knows everything about the people and things in the underground training ground like the back of his hand.

Given his status and strength in the back kitchen, he usually cooks only when people of general rank come here. Other than visiting the back kitchen, he secretly observes in the cafeteria and eavesdrops on the conversations of the students.

Of course, he knew about the decisive battle between Noah and Bastiou.

Not to mention this, just because Noah often eats with Zefa and talks and laughs happily, the chubby chef doesn't dare to take the big guy's face and refuse Noah's request.

It was nothing more than a sack of rice and a borrowed kitchen anyway.You can still sell favors, why not do it?
Instructing a helper to bring a bag of rice from the storage room, and some materials requested by Noah, the head chef stood by the counter, wanting to see what Noah was going to do.

"If you don't have rice noodles, make rice noodles."

Noah whispered, bent down and picked up a rice bag half as tall as a person, and poured a small half of it into the iron basin on the ground.

The sailor training uniform is short-sleeved, which saves him the step of rolling up his sleeves.

After cleaning his hands, Noah clenched his fists.

"Machine guns!"

The pitch-black shadows of the fists formed an airtight screen, and the rice grains that had been blown away by the fists were smashed back by the successive fists before they could get out of the iron basin, turning them into dust.

After a while, I was a little happy.

Although the name is Luffy's move, in fact Noah is just smashing jb.

"almost."

Noah stood up, the armed color domineering on his fists faded, and his hands were covered with white rice powder.

Picking up the potted iron basin on the side wall and bottom that was about to be scrapped, Noah ignored the surprised expression of the fat chef's chin that was about to hit the ground, and put it directly on the counter.

After passing through a layer of fine baskets, the porcelain basin is filled with white and delicate rice noodles, and the remaining residue is left in the discarded iron basin.

"And then, let me think about it..."

"Add water, sugar and yeast, but for your health, use honey instead."

Noah hesitated, and tried to add half a bottle of honey.

The fat chef beside him raised his eyebrows.

Yeast, how much to add, half a bag?
A fat and tender hand grabbed Noah's wrist, preventing him from continuing to pour the yeast powder.

"I said Brother Noah, you...wouldn't be the first time to do it?"

"Are you pouring so much yeast powder to destroy people's sense of taste?"

Seeing Noah's unprofessional behavior, the fat head chef unconsciously accentuated his tone, as if he usually reprimanded his apprentices.

"Are these suitable?"

Noah didn't care, and humbly asked for advice.

"It's reached its limit, no amount of flavor can bring it back."

The fat head chef let go of his hand and said.

"That's fine."

Noah felt relieved, added water and rice flour little by little, and kept stirring clockwise until the rice flour turned into a thick rice paste.

"I remember, when mom made this, she had to wake up for a while, like...three 10 minutes?"

Noah couldn't figure it out, and looked at the fat head chef for help.

Helpless, the head chef took out a roll of plastic wrap and tore it off to seal the basin.

"Such a large amount will take at least an hour."

"Exactly. There are other materials to process."

Noah nodded, washed the sticky rice paste left on his hands, and began to prepare other materials.

"What are you going to do, senbei?"

The fat head chef saw that Noah took out the seaweed slices, combined with rice noodles, and guessed what Noah was going to do.

"As expected of the head chef, his vision is really sharp!"

"What I'm going to make is similar to senbei, with a few more twists."

Noah praised, and the movement of his hands didn't stop. Large pieces of dry seaweed flakes were torn into fine pieces by him.

"I thought that in this world... place, there is no black sesame, which is unexpected."

Noah swallowed a certain word forcefully, but did not attract the chef's attention, because his eyes were attracted by the black sesame in Noah's hand.

"This black sesame is purchased from the Kingdom of Flowers, and it is rare in other places. Because it is good for people's health, the navy will also purchase a batch regularly."

The head chef explained, with a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, "The kitchen is usually used to cook porridge, you want to use it to make senbei?"

"Well, because its black color is used, and the aroma is very strong after roasting, it can kill two birds with one stone."

"black?"

The fat head chef was puzzled.

Noah smiled, buried himself in cleaning the black sesame seeds, and didn't answer specifically.

"It's been an hour, almost."

When the plastic wrap was removed, the rice noodle ball inside swelled to almost twice the size, with numerous bumps and holes all over the surface.

Dip some water on your hands, dig out a ball of rice, knead and pat it flat in your hands, roll three times in the broken seaweed, the white rice cake is completely covered by the dark green broken seaweed.

Noah moved quickly. Although he was a novice, with the blessing of his extraordinary strength and speed, the rice balls in the basin disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into rice cakes wrapped in seaweed or black sesame. .

"Next..." Noah realized that all the rice balls in the basin had been made into rice cakes after emptying his hands. He glanced at the oven and fell silent.

"Well...Mr. Chef, let's discuss something."

Noah leaned closer and whispered a few words to the fat head chef. The fat head chef's original expression of reluctance gradually disappeared, and turned into ecstasy, patting his chest to show that he was on him.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll go practice for a while."

Noah untied the apron and threw it aside, waved his hand and left the kitchen in the cafeteria.

"This is a good opportunity, hehe..."

The fat chef happily put all the rice cakes into the oven, set the temperature and time according to his rich experience, and started baking.

The orange-yellow warm light shines through, and the rice cakes are slowly changing in the oven.

Two hours later, Noah put on a new uniform and appeared in the back kitchen with a paper bag in his hand.

"What you want is ready."

The fat head chef had been waiting for a long time and handed over a big, bulging bag.

"It has been divided into two parts. Don't forget to say something nice for me."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

Noah tasted the two rice cakes left by the fat chef, nodded in satisfaction, and agreed.