[Western Fantasy] Magic Chef

The stone is built into a tall city wall, the straight road stretches to the palace in the distance, the shops on both sides of the road come and go, and the carriages passing by, the white horse's head has mutated and has more sharp horns.

Ladies' skirts were lace-trimmed in layers, intricately embroidered, and pearl gemstones adorned their slender necks.Overall, it was still in the acceptable range, and Moore breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he looked at the sign in front of the store. He still had a big problem to solve. He was illiterate now, so he had to rely on his experience and smell the scent to go to the busiest place.

Afang, the place where people go in and out the most, Moore commented after seeing it, half of the door was covered with a cloth, and a few words were written on the wooden board at the door, which may be the name of the tavern. The dim scene, the lively voice, the strong smell of wine and the smell of meat in the nose, Moore walked in without hesitation.

Moore walked in and went straight to the boss.

The boss looked like a burly mercenary, listening to the mercenaries talking boredly, while the waiter nimbly shuttled among the people, delivering what the guests needed.

"Hello, Boss," Les looked at the man in front of him suspiciously, he was too thin, "Hello, I'm Boss Les, what would you like to eat?"

Moore organized the language, trying to make himself outstanding and able to have a job, "Do you need an excellent chef, I guarantee that I can make delicious food."

Les put down the things in his hands and looked at the young man, who seemed to be underage. Moore observed the boss's expression, "Boss, I can make a piece of food and let your tongue tell you the correct answer."

Les was skeptical, and it would not be a loss for him to have one more chef, "Young man, I am happy to give you a chance, provided that your delicious food can conquer my tongue," Moore knew that he had succeeded.

Moore followed the boss to the kitchen. There were four or five chefs busy in the kitchen. What Moore saw were more steaks, barbecues and salads. People who come here must drink alcohol. Food requirements, can bring them strength.

Moore was very curious about the kitchen here, which made him amazed at the ancient life, the hot weather made people fully intelligent, he saw traces of magic, the things inside were very modern, he saw the refrigerator, the oven, he found a Apprentice, let him introduce you.

The little apprentice was young and looked a little thin. He answered his question enthusiastically, "The boss bought this from the Alchemy Association. It can prevent food from spoiling. Not everyone can have it. Such a complete alchemy equipment , St. Warren nobles may not have it," the young apprentice looked proud, as if working here was a very honorable thing.

The little apprentice looked at the newcomer in surprise, skillfully took out the second-grade wild boar meat from the refrigerator, turned to look at Moore adoringly, and aggressively fought.

Choose the right ingredients—wild pork, which should be second-grade wild pork, and different grades of meat are labeled. Except for the strange shape, Moore didn't see any difference.

After coming here, Moore focused on understanding the ingredients. If there is a big difference, his performance should be adjusted in time. Fortunately, there are no major changes. The animals and plants in the god-given continent basically have magical powers. What ordinary people eat is From level [-] to level [-], swordsmen and magicians eat mostly level [-] to level [-] monsters according to their needs. No matter how high the level is, it is not easy to hunt.

The difference between different grades, Moore didn't feel much in terms of taste, and he has no chance now. According to what he heard, the higher the grade, the better the taste, the tighter it is, and the more magical elements it contains.

The wild pork is fat and thin, and it is roasted with fire. The fat inside melts to make the meat less firewood. The palm-sized pieces of meat can also be used as pork chops, but Moore does not plan to make pork chops, which are too common in mainland China.

Moore made pancakes with the noodles, waited for the noodles to rise, took out the onions from the vegetable dishes and cut them into small cubes, washed the lettuce leaves, and cut the apple-like fruits into thin shreds. Eat it, I believe the boss will like it.

The meat is smeared with a unique sauce, the lettuce is spread on the baked pie, sprinkled with diced onions, fruit shreds and spices are rolled into rolls, the diced onions are marinated in vinegar, forked with a small fork, and placed on a plate.

Boss Les watched Moore select materials, then made them, and then finished the finished product. Six small rolls were neatly stacked on the plate. Less tasted it. The onion had a bit of a strong smell, which whetted his appetite. The fruit was refreshing and sweet, and the aroma of meat, There is really nothing missing.

Moore is not familiar with Western food, he just knows the superficial, Chinese and Western food, Moore tastes it, there should be no problem.

"Boss, let me introduce the meat rolls first. I noticed that most of the customers are mercenaries. The meat rolls can be made into large portions. They are convenient to eat. If you buy them back, it is also a good choice as a reserve food. The taste is already I tasted it myself, if I stay, I will have more delicacies to bring to the boss and many guests."

Les's fork did not leave the plate, and the contents inside were not special, but the taste was rather special, with a unique flavor. The key was the idea of ​​thinking for diners, which could bring countless gold coins.

"You can stay here. You have a special taste. I hope that the little idea you have will bring me wealth. The premise is that you are loyal to the tavern. I will try my best to help you." Boss Les said the ugly words in advance. in front of.

It succeeded, and Moore was overjoyed, with a bright smile on his face, "Yes, boss, I will prove your wise decision."

There is a large yard behind the tavern, the kitchen is next to the front, and there are several rows of houses at the farthest. Knowing that Moore has no place to live, Boss Les gave him a bed.

The small room that boss Les provided him gave Moore a temporary place to stay in this world. After earning money, his life would be guaranteed.

Saint Vasa is the capital of the country of Vasa, a small country facing the Poli Mountains. The mercenaries and businessmen who come and go bring prosperity. The Poli Mountains are an inexhaustible treasure house, and the people here are rich.

Moore started to work the next day, doing odd jobs. Moore didn't care about it, and he got used to it. He was an apprentice everywhere.

Washing vegetables, washing dishes, and washing wine glasses, the young apprentices beside him were very skilled, and Moore followed suit.

"Moore, who is Moore?" Moore went out, and there was a big man standing at the door, "I am, what can you do with me?"

"You go to the back to process the monster meat, the boss is optimistic about you! You will follow me from now on, I don't want to be a weak and weak waste," Upton gave Moore a long knife, which looks like a big sword. It was so long and thick that Moore almost hit his foot when he got it.

I gave Moore a badass when he first came. I am afraid that this person will be disappointed. Ruanbaba guessed that he is a waste. Moore picked up the knife vigorously, and it was a bit laborious.

Under the tree on the south side of the yard, Warcraft meat is specially processed, separated by a wall, and opened the door to enter.

Moore panted secretly, the knife was too heavy, and it took a lot of effort to do a few movements, not to mention it was still used as a kitchen knife, "Boy, look at my movements, follow me," the voice was loud, and Moore saw that he was not like a chef, but a The hot-blooded mercenary has a kind of evil spirit on him, and Moore watched his movements.

A huge cow, occupying a quarter of the space, with thick hair on the fingers, the flesh on the body turned up, the blood is still wet, and the eyes are open angrily.

The hair was cut off with a knife, revealing the brown-black skin, and soon the thick finger hair was shaved off, and Moore caught the cow hair, so soft.

With one knife, the cow's body is split in half, and the wooden barrel below catches the viscera flowing out of it.

The two blades are separated.

Four knives, the limbs were removed and a cow was dismantled.

The man cut off two horns from the bull's head and dug out a yellow transparent crystal nucleus, "Boy, you do the rest!"

Moore admired him very much, looking at the bulging arms and strong hands, "My name is Moore, and I don't know how to call you?"

"Haha, call me Upton, Moore boy, don't hurry up and work," said Murthy with a long knife, which is very difficult, let alone fine work.

"Master Upton, I'm not like you." As if exhausting all his strength, he picked up the knife and took out his kitchen knife from his waist bag.

"This is just right, don't you mind now!" Upton stared at the kitchen knife in his hand, and Moore began to divide the meat. The stainless steel knife was very sharp, and the meat was divided into large pieces. Moore looked at the shape of the divided meat. , Accidentally chopped a bone, Moore could feel the trembling of the knife in his hand, and quickly took it out to have a look, there was a gap in the second half of the knife.

Feeling distressed at the gap, wondering if it can be worn away.

"Boy, if I could use the brisk one, I would have used it a long time ago. The bones of this third-level wild bull are hard enough." Upton smiled and patted Moore on the shoulder. Moore put down the kitchen knife, "I see, "Pick up the long knife.

With one knife, the knife went out of position and entered the flesh, and could not be pulled out. Moore pulled it out forcefully and swung it again.

The knife cut into the bone without breaking it, and Moore's head was covered with sweat.

Pushing hard again, suddenly, a hand held his hand, Moore felt the heat, the power was transferred to his hand, the bone was easily cut off, it was Master Upton.

One slash, two slashes, the slap-sized piece of meat is uniform, Moore has never felt so relaxed, the feeling of the knife slicing through the air and cutting into the flesh, with eyes closed, you can feel the sound of the blade touching the meat, Moore's heart Fired up with a burning faith, if only he could do it too.

Only now can he feel how powerful Master Upton is.

Stopped, Moore wiped his sweat, and after panting, he looked at Upton eagerly, "Master Upton, please teach me!"

Upton stopped, and the knife supported his whole body weight, "Boy, I'm so anxious to see you cut meat," Moore accepted Upton's sarcasm with a wry smile, "Do you want to learn fighting spirit? Look at your slender arms and legs, Can you carry a sword?" Upton raised his eyebrows and looked at the knife in Moore's hand.

Moore picked it up, "Didn't you see it just now, I lifted it up," "Ha~" Upton hasn't heard the joke for a long time.

"Upton, if you teach Moore to cut meat, you can cut down a cow in a month." Boss Les walked out of the room. Hearing this, Upton almost fell over.

Moore looked at Boss Les gratefully, expecting Upton to agree.

"Boss, are you kidding? This kid can't even hold a knife," Les ignored him, "I saw it just now, don't make me doubt your ability," Les patted Moore on the shoulder, "Do a good job , your future is not easy," Les said with a wrinkled smile on his face.

"No, didn't you say that I was not simple three years ago, why am I still doing odd jobs now?" Moore was moved in his heart, and raised a big smile, "I know Boss Les, Master Upton," Go to Upton's side and say respectfully: "Please teach me, I will study hard and earnestly, I am not afraid of hardship."

Suddenly traveling to the god-given continent, everything starts from scratch, a chef can't even cut meat, what is it!Reality opened to Moore in a way he had never seen it before.

Upton took out a smaller knife from the room and said embarrassedly: "I was careless. I have always cut the meat myself and ignored you." Moore was suspicious, as if he was under attack, Upton With a hearty personality, he should not do this. Moore took the knife, weighed it, and could easily pick it up and do various movements. This is a normal kitchen knife. Moore followed the rhythm of Upton and learned to chop meat A step of.

After cleaning up five cows in the morning, Upton stopped, and he took care of the big parts. Moore's efficiency was very low, and he was a little frustrated, but he had some experience. Take his time, and he will definitely be able to achieve the goal.

Moore realized that his physical strength was not enough. His physique was too different from this world. He was about the same age as Upton, and the difference was too big. Moore wanted to train silently.

"Okay, rest for an hour, continue in the afternoon," Moore wiped his sweat, brought a fruit from the kitchen and handed it to Upton, and ate it himself, adjusted his breathing, and let himself relax. The feeling of muscle soreness made him very uncomfortable uncomfortable.

"Boy," Upton's hand patted Moore's arm, and Moore shifted his body in pain, "I didn't expect you to be pretty good, worse than me at the time, but I chopped off the bone all at once."

Looking at his physique, then at his own, Moore was wise not to speak.

Upton said to himself: "I was a good seed back then. The boss caught me with a glance and taught me how to chop meat. Now I am a fifth-level fighter, and I am one of the best in this city. If it weren't for the boss's appreciation, I wouldn't be able to eat meat." But I have already gone to Polly to make a fortune."

Appreciation from the boss?Boss Les looked very enthusiastic. Didn't he have such a good eye?that's true!Opening a large tavern in the capital of a country, it would be strange if there is no ability and vision in it.

"Mercenaries are very profitable? How can Polly make money?" Moore asked.

Upton slapped his hands, "Boy, don't go to die with your small body, can you go to Polly!" Moore was a little aggrieved, but just asked.

"Warcraft are full of gold coins. The premise is that you can defeat him. If you are not lucky enough, you will not be able to come back," Upton continued, and he took out the khaki crystal nucleus from his pocket. "This is money." , I killed it," Moore thought about it too, bought it, will there be these.

Luck is not ability.

"You are a Tier [-] fighter, and you can be lucky if you earn some money," Moore continued. He didn't have any specific concept of Tier [-] in his mind. Thinking of his experience in the morning, he is a remarkable person.

Upton sighed, "I still listen to the boss, and my life is my own." As if thinking of something, he didn't continue.

After a simple lunch, Moore began to chop meat. The tavern needed meat not only from Tuyuan Mad Bull, but also monsters of all levels. The highest level was the fifth level, which was brought by the guests for them to handle.

Upton's physical strength is consumed very quickly when dealing with fifth-tier firework beasts. For the same fifth-tier monster, the strength of the monster is stronger, let alone a monster with a hard body.

I heard that it was hunted by a magician. The waiter in the tavern was full of respect. Moore guessed that this place could be lively for several days. This is a distinguished magician, but he thought of keeping a respectful distance.

The strange news that Moore heard had nothing to do with him. Finally, he finished his work. He went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat on his body, and returned to his room to start his daily training. The knife he borrowed from Upton was in the room. Riza stepped on horseback, held the knife with both hands, stabilized his center of gravity, and exercised the strength of his arms.

There is pressure to make progress.

The author has something to say: some things will be added, which will be revised in succession later