Pirates: Rush to the Peak

After hearing his words, Enel's eyes, which were originally as calm as water, instantly became as cold and ruthless as ice, as if they could freeze the surrounding air into ice chips.

"It's really strange. Why did the temperature drop so suddenly? It's so cold that I'm shivering." The chef shuddered without any warning and muttered softly with suspicion in his heart.

Paul, who was standing by, knew what was going on but didn't dare to say anything. He could only hurriedly laugh and try to ease the atmosphere: "Oh, don't worry about it! Your beloved Captain Enel is starving right now. Go and prepare some fresh meat and vegetables. I will cook him a delicious meal myself."

"No problem! As long as it's something Captain Enel wants to eat, I'll go to heaven and earth to find it! It just so happens that I have the best Popo meat and beef shanks in my collection!"

After saying that, the chef turned around excitedly and ran towards the kitchen.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to secretly hide so many precious ingredients!" Paul couldn't help but teased.

The chef gently covered the back of his head with his right hand, a shy smile on his face, and whispered: "Hehehe... There's nothing I can do. It would be a waste of rare and delicious ingredients like this if they were given to other people. Only a noble person like Captain Enel is worthy of tasting them~"

The chef's flattering words were as gentle as the spring breeze blowing across the lake, yet as powerful as a heavy hammer hitting a drum, deeply touching the softest corner of Enel's heart, and an unconcealable look of complacency involuntarily flashed across his face, as if the whole world was under his feet.

On the other side, the chefs acted quickly. Like a group of busy ants, they rushed to the place where the ingredients were stored and began to carefully search for what they needed.

At the same time, Paul walked steadily to the kitchen, took a snow-white apron from his subordinates, and tied it around his waist skillfully.

Then, he moved to the sink next to him, rolled up his sleeves, and rubbed his hands gently. The gurgling water washed away any dust and dirt that might have remained on his hands.

Not long after, a slight creaking sound came from far away. It was the sound of a cart slowly rolling on the ground.

As the sound became clearer and clearer, the chefs worked together to push the carts filled with ingredients into the kitchen.

"Captain, do you think these are enough?" a chef asked a little nervously.

Upon hearing this, Paul walked to the front of the car, reached out to pick up the various ingredients and checked them one by one, with professionalism and rigor in his eyes.

After a moment, he smiled with satisfaction and nodded slightly to show his approval: "Well, that's enough. Come on, let's work together and move all these things to the table!"

The chefs immediately became motivated after receiving the order. They cooperated with each other tacitly and placed each ingredient steadily on the spacious table.

At this moment, Paul suddenly pulled out the air-cut sword from his waist. In an instant, a blazing flame wrapped around the blade like a nimble fire dragon.

The blazing fire illuminated everyone's faces red, but it disappeared in an instant, leaving only a trace of residual heat to prove that it had existed.

"March cut!" With a low shout, Paul swung the kitchen knife in his hand as fast as lightning.

"Swish, swish, swish!" In an instant, the knife shadows flashed, as if turning into countless silver lights interweaving together, dazzling.

In the blink of an eye, the originally messy ingredients have been cut neatly and evenly sized.

Then, the blade in Paul's hand burst into flames again, as if a fire dragon was wrapped around it.

As the flames danced, the stains on the blade instantly turned to ashes, leaving it as bright and clean as new.

Then, Paul shook his wrist and put the extremely sharp sword into his waist, his movements smooth and seamless.

At the same time, other chefs nearby also became busy. They skillfully placed the pots in place, preparing for a culinary feast.

At this moment, Paul was like a chef who was in control of the overall situation. He stood in front of the stove with full confidence, about to show his amazing cooking skills.

At this moment, at a table outside the restaurant, Enelu closed his eyes, pressed his right fist against his temple, and seemed to be taking a nap.

However, suddenly, an alluring fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

His nostrils trembled slightly, and he took two deep breaths involuntarily: "Sniff~"

The rich aroma seemed to have magical powers, making him swallow his saliva.

Although he hadn't tasted the food yet, he could imagine the wonderful flavor just by the aroma.

"I should have come back a long time ago! Staying in that damn place is such a torture!" Enel muttered and shook his head with disgust.

"Compared to the food that Paul made, the so-called food in Wano Country is not food for gods at all!"

Thinking back to every day he spent in Wano Country, Enel couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. How could God eat that kind of food every day?

At this moment, the kitchen was bustling with activity.

The chefs were busy shuttling between the stoves, wielding spatulas in their hands, skillfully cooking all kinds of ingredients into mouth-watering dishes.

The flames rose, the smoke filled the air, and the whole kitchen was filled with a rich aroma.

Before long, plates of exquisite and delicious food were flowing out from the kitchen like water.

These dishes are brightly colored and uniquely shaped, like pieces of art placed on the dining table.

Every dish exudes an enticing aroma, which makes people hungry just by looking at it.