Raiders mission is to breed to get rich

It took Sinan a lot of effort to persuade these chefs to believe that the title of "inheritor of pig raising technology" has nothing to do with whether the cooking is good or not.

Just as he was talking, the waiter came in from the outside with a respectful and joyful face, and an old man with well-dressed hair and shiny hair came in with him.

The old man's eyes were bright, and his voice was loud: "I want to thank this friend personally, he saved my stomach!"

It doesn't look like he just had a major surgery.

It was Lord Eberron.

Sinan met Eberron under the guidance of the waiter.The old earl was surprised that he was so young, but the earl always had the style of being able to recognize his brothers indiscriminately because of his stuttering, and he didn't look down on Sinan at all because of his young age.

The only regret is that Sinan is so young, the earl is embarrassed to call him brother and brother.

"You really have a pair of miraculous hands." Eberron seemed to be still reminiscing about the taste of the vegetarian meal. "What kind of delicious vegetarian food is this? I've never tasted it before. I heard it's made with tofu and mushrooms?"

"Yes, Monsieur Count."

"Then I declare that from today on, tofu and mushrooms will be my favorite food, even meat." The earl blinked mischievously.

Sinan didn't come to force him to become a vegetarian. He came to promote pork. He immediately said: "This is just my expedient measure. In fact, braised lion's head and siu mai are both dishes made of pork. When your body recovers, I can make a pork version for you, I believe you will like it even more."

Eberron was a little shocked. He hadn't eaten pork products other than bacon and ham for a long time—shouldn't those unhealthy inferior meats that always taste fishy should be extinct from the table?

But looking at the young man in front of him who had just saved his stomach, the old earl decided that although he could not be called a brother, he could be trusted like a brother: "Okay, then I declare that pork is my favorite from now on." Love the food too...if you cook it right."

"Of course." Sinan was confident, "I am a man who owns a pig farm."

Eberron nodded with emotion, and only then did he have a sense of reality and greater trust: "Sure enough, only by personally touching those ingredients on the front line can you know the freshest taste and the most suitable production method."

He talked with Sinan satisfactorily for a while, and agreed that he would go to Sinan's manor as a guest when he came back from seeing the doctor next week, and then reluctantly left.

Sinan achieved the most important purpose of the trip and was very satisfied.

Until he turned around and saw the resentful eyes of the silent cooks behind him.

"You... what's the matter?" Sinan raised his eyebrows suspiciously, a little puzzled.

"You also said that cooking skills have nothing to do with raising pigs." The chef had the most complicated expression on his face, and he looked at the direction Eberron left - he was a person who knew better than most chefs, "The Earl It’s been said that you know how to cook best when you’re on the front line.”

All the cooks nodded silently.

Even the middle-aged gourmet inheritor who had been eavesdropping just now couldn't help nodding.

Phew, he was only approving that the young man had cheated them!

It's too shrewd to hide the know-how to improve your cooking skills!

Sinan: "..."

Everything he just explained was in vain.

He was a little guilty, and really didn't want to see people in the gourmet industry switch to raising chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep a few days later.

...Of course, it's not his turn to worry about others. He has to think about how to get rid of the chefs who insist on coming to the manor to apply for jobs.

"Where did Earl Eberron go just now?" A handsome waiter stopped the person next to him and asked curiously.

"Oh, I heard that a very good chef has come to the back kitchen." The waiter holding the red wine was a little impatient at first, but when he saw the innocent young man with blinking eyes like a white rabbit, he thought of his younger brother and softened The voice said, "The earl's picky taste has been satisfied, and he made a special trip to thank you."

"So powerful?" The boy murmured, his eyes widened in surprise.

He carried the tray, put down the small cakes, and hid behind the pillar to watch the lively banquet in front of him.

The young man is An Yu.

An Yu had already had enough fun, and didn't want to show up to trouble Felici again.God knows, he has troubled Ferich a lot, and even begged him to take him away from Rachel.

Rachel is still a good friend of Ferich, presumably Ferich helped him, and he felt very uncomfortable, right?

An Yu lowered his eyes apologetically.

But he really couldn't approve of certain behaviors of Rachel.

Mr. Rachel is always so bossy, doesn't respect his ideas, and doesn't even ask him what he likes.In school, the guy from the Sanchez family did always pester him for no reason, and even tried to hurt him, but it didn't mean he thought Sinan should be exiled——

But Rachel didn't discuss with him at all, and asked the Sanchez family to remove that guy.

That bullying dandy might have needed punishment, but Rachel's self-assertive, overly punishing behavior disliked him a little.Because of such differences, he couldn't bear it and ran away.

Thinking of what troubled Felici recently, and of Felici's bad mood and poor appetite recently, An Yu suddenly thought of the "excellent chef" mentioned by the waiter just now.

He really wanted to repay Ferich's help as much as possible, if only he could ask the chef to help Ferich cook delicious meals.

An Yu's eyes lit up, he knew where he should go.

Sinan packed up his things and decided to leave early after rejecting the request of the unknown number of chefs to recommend themselves as swineherds.

Anyway, he attended the banquet today and achieved his goal. Felici was satisfied and he was satisfied, so it was time to go back.

"Don't you really think about it?" Mr. Chef looked at Sinan expectantly, expecting him to promise himself to go to the pig farm to "find inspiration and experience delicious food".

Referred to as "Journey of Taste".

Sinan: "...don't think about it."

What are you looking for?

You can only find the smell of pig troughs.

The chef sighed in disappointment, but still struggled a bit: "Then you don't mind letting me buy one when the pigs are on sale?"

Sinan was a little helpless, but this was a door-to-door business: "Okay."

It seems that his own business is indeed sold to chefs, but why is the process and purpose so strange?

He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" A panting voice sounded, "Which one is the consultant just now?"

Sinan tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes slightly under the sunlight, and looked lazy: "I am."

He saw a slightly shorter and handsome young man appeared in front of him.

Strangely, upon seeing Sinan's face, the young man's surprised and expectant eyes suddenly changed, his two rabbit eyes stared round, and his voice was even a little frightened: "Why is it you?!"

"You know me?" Sinan narrowed his eyes again and asked with a frown, "You..."

His expression seemed impatient and ferocious, as if it brought back some bad memories of the young man, and he said angrily, "Why don't I know you, but you, who actually blamed all the bad things you did in Emperor Star?" Forgot?"

Oh, got it.

Sinan deeply feels that his luck is not very good, isn't this the protagonist's fault?

How can I see him in the kitchen?

An Yu looked at Sinan suspiciously, thinking that he said that he was a "consultant", and felt that he might be crazy.Who doesn't know what he looks like in Emperor Star, idle around all day, causing trouble everywhere, how could he do such a thing.

Reminiscent of Sanchez's bad deeds in the past, such as following him many times, An Yu felt that he had already guessed the truth.

He put his hands on his hips and frowned, trying to make Sinan change his ways: "I'm sorry that you have been hurt by me, but I have to say that you should also reflect on your previous mistakes. Now that you have a stable life, don't learn from it. As in the past, if you make it up again, you will cause trouble everywhere."

An Yu felt that he was still not at ease, in case Sinan was still ruthless, he said seriously: "Putting away your rhetoric, I don't believe that you are a 'consultant', let alone treat you differently because of this, you just Give up..."

He felt it was very clear to make Sinan understand the futility of his tricks.Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a slap.

"Snapped!"

An Yu rubbed the back of his head in bewilderment, just now a generous palm hit his head with the wind, the last time he was beaten like this was when he was educated by his father when he was ten years old.

Turning around, a simple and honest man wearing a chef's hat was frowning at him.

"Why don't you work in your position?" The chef was very puzzled, watching the waiter who was talking nonsense in the back kitchen. He was the one who slapped him just now. ? Also, why did you say such rude things to Mr. Consultant?"

"Gu, Consultant?" An Yu rubbed his head, suspecting that his mind was broken.

The chef's expression became more serious: "Of course, this Mr. Sinan is our food consultant, you should maintain enough respect! Apologize soon!"

Sinan looked at An Yu, who was still like a silly rabbit, who had educated himself just now, and was a little embarrassed: "It doesn't matter, he didn't mean it."

"You just have such a good temper." The chef now has a good opinion of Sinan, and hates An Yu even more, thinking that the waiter who also works in Conti Manor has lost their person, so he patted An Yu's back, "Quickly apologize."

Feeling the strength of the iron palm on his back, An Yu wanted to cry, "I'm sorry, Mr. Consultant."

Who will explain to him what happened just now?

Why did the playboy in the imperial capital suddenly become a consultant praised and respected by professionals!

Sinan touched his nose apologetically. The plot was developing too fast, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Wait, he won't be one step closer to death by forcing the protagonist to apologize, right?

Thinking of this possibility, Sinan froze suddenly.

The author has something to say: An Yu: I will never treat you differently because of you.

Later, the protagonist of the pig farm received: Zhenxiang