One Piece: The Evil Generation

Chapter 121 The Taste of Happiness

Ross, who had ruined most of the ingredients, also felt tired, and knew that he had offended the public and could not continue to make trouble, so he decided to leave this last bit of ingredients for them to fight for themselves.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after he left the ingredients. If he continued to cause harm, everyone would be in a position to compare—it's a waste of food without ingredients!
But the next moment, people's hearts were raised again. The few ingredients left now are not enough for the dozen or so small ingredients.

"Go away! The pumpkin is ours, we're going to make pumpkin juice!"

"I'm going to cook elephant trunk tuna, damn it, why is the tuna gone?!"

"I don't have the ingredients I want... What should I do?!"

The chefs who had finally calmed down quarreled again, and even fought for the only remaining ingredients.

Rao watched helplessly, but he didn't try to stop him. His eyes finally moved to Ross, the maker of the whole turmoil, and found that their kitchen counter was rapidly making seafood dishes.

It is completely different from other chefs who are either gearing up for food and ingredients, or chefs who are yelling and urging at the kitchen counter. Their division of labor is obviously more clear.

A chef, a helper, and a troublemaker.

"This group of bastards..." Luoao finally couldn't help laughing, he had never met such a special chef, "That guy doesn't look like a chef at all..."

"Sanji, come on, you're going to be better soon?" Ross asked with a disheartened face.

Sanji was slicing the fish, without raising his head, he said, "It's only been ten minutes, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Aren't I in a hurry!" Ross took out the vegetable leaves caught in his hair and threw them on the ground.

"What did you do?" Sanji was so absorbed in the cooking that he didn't look up to see what happened, but it seemed that Ross must be the one doing the trick.

"With a little trick, most of them can't even tell if they can cook." Ross felt funny when he saw that the chefs were still fighting for the ingredients.

Sanji grinned: "You guy... are you worried about my cooking skills?"

"That's not true. I'm afraid that after showing their best work, they will still be inferior to you by a ten-thousandth, and their self-confidence will be hit, so they delay their time." Ross teased.

"It's quite useful!" Sanji began to speed up his hands, and his nervous heart stretched out because of Ross's joke.

After a few minutes, the battle over the ingredients was finally over. Half of the team got the ingredients and started to make them, but the ingredients they brought were completely different from the dishes they originally planned to make.

But in this kind of situation like a sun-dried dog, it is good to have ingredients, so what qualifications do you have to be picky?

They re-prepared the ingredients, so more than half of the time has passed.

Sanji's progress has also been more than half completed. As for those who have not obtained the ingredients, they can only pick some broken roots and leaves, and the stewed soup will definitely not taste as good as there.

Soon the time began to count down.

"The water hasn't heated up yet, so it's impossible for us to present raw food?"

"Hurry up, it's all your fault, you idiot, it took so much time to chop vegetables!"

"Is it my fault? If it wasn't for a guy who popped up suddenly and ruined all the ingredients, would I be forced to take the things I'm least good at?"

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"It smells so good, I can't help but want to eat it!" Ross stared at the seafood dishes on Sanji's plate, and couldn't help drooling.

"If you eat it now and make that guy unhappy, I'm afraid we won't be able to pass the test." Sanji is doing the final procedures.

Ross glanced at the dishes of other groups: "Their dishes are also very delicious."

"For a guy like you whose only knowledge of food is to eat, you can't tell the good from the bad." Sanji finished the seafood dish, and came to Rao with the plate, and put the dish on the table.

"Ready?" Loo asked.

"Yes." Sanji handed over the tableware, "Try it."

"Okay." Luoao took the tableware, took a bite of the food, savored it carefully and said, "The saury is not the best, and why did you choose saury? If you want to use saury It is very difficult to make high-end dishes with saury."

Sanji said calmly: "There is no distinction between high and low food, as long as it can fill the stomach and make the guests feel delicious and satisfying. After the death of saury, the meat will secrete glutenic acid, and it will be used for cooking for a certain period of time after death. It is the most delicious. At that time, it was already seen from the texture and smell that this saury was not in the best eating condition, so I chose tuna to make up for the shortcoming. I chose saury because I often eat it when I travel to the East China Sea. To make saury dishes, for me, this is the seafood I am most familiar with.”

"Hmm... We were negligent. The prepared saury is indeed not in the best condition. But it is a very unique idea for you to use tuna to make up for the slight lack of taste of saury." Loo continued to eat Sanji's food , those dead fish eyes became brighter and brighter, "You are a very good cook, and your ideas are also very special. If other chefs, I am afraid they will give up making saury dishes. After all, this is considered a civilian dish. Snapper, puffer fish These they think are the favorites of the nobles, but in fact they are not."

"I think good food is good food that can bring people satisfaction and happiness." Sanji replied, and he also began to respect Loo. This chef is really not talking about it, and he also has his own unique idea.

"That's right... the taste of happiness." Loo opened his eyes wide, "I have been the chef of the royal family in Satanine for so many years, and I have cooked the most expensive dishes as well as the so-called cheapest ones. Indeed, There are differences between the two in various aspects, but as long as they are done with heart, the two are the same, both are mixed with the chef's emotions, and these dishes made with heart can be called dishes."

At this time, the two groups of chefs rushed over scrambling.

"Mr. Loo, please try the lizard barbecue I made."

"Please try our fried potato shreds first... sorry, we only have potatoes left, but it is absolutely delicious, please do try it!"

Loo looked at the two dishes that were quickly placed on the table, turned around and asked Sanji, "You can comment first."

Sanji and Loo looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to the rice made by the two groups of chefs. He didn't taste it, but was silent for a few seconds and said, "You haven't made potato shreds, have you?"

"Uh...yes." A chef replied, wiping his sweat, "We usually only cook high-end dishes, if this time it's not... so we can only use such inferior ingredients, please don't mind. "

"Inferior... ingredients?" Sanji asked, his voice cold.

"Uh... I'm really sorry, if we have good ingredients, we can definitely make a better dish than fried potato shreds, please believe me!" the chef argued.

Before Sanji could speak this time, Loo knocked the dishes to the ground: "The saury and tuna seafood dishes in this group are the best I have ever eaten, they can stay! As for you ignorant people Smelly brat, get the hell out of here and taste what happiness is like!"

(End of this chapter)