No. 136, Mohall Street, is a restaurant with a narrow storefront. It is so narrow that there are only a few scattered tables in it. There is no waiter or receptionist. There is only a middle-aged man in a beige plaid suit with his blond hair standing on his back. A young man is sitting by the window by the street with a book in his hand.

Donald pushed open the door and went in, and the man at the window closed the book and stood up.

"Hello, are you the owner of this shop? I'm here to eat."

"Sorry, I only accept reservations here, because all dishes are prepared 2 to 3 hours in advance after reservations, and I usually don't store ingredients in the back kitchen."

The deep concave eye sockets made the manager's eyes look very deep, and the tall and straight aquiline nose was always pressed together between his lips, as if he was quite restrained by any of his words.

He was taller, stronger than Donald, but by no means fat, and his arms looked longer than most, as did his palms.

"It doesn't matter, I prepared my own ingredients. In fact, it is because of this special ingredient that I specifically found this meal. I need a professional chef to handle it for me."

Putting the cloth wrapped with the meat pieces on the table, Donald made up his mind to taste the exotic meat.

"Bring your own ingredients...Fresh **** smell, just taken from the body? With some fishy smell, but not fish...Can I open it?"

Before opening the wrap, the manager's nostrils twitched slightly. He couldn't stabilize the type of ingredients, which aroused his interest.

"Please."

It was originally intended for him to make it, so naturally there is no saying that it can be opened or not.

"Go to the back kitchen, this is a place to eat, not suitable for discussing ingredients."

The store manager, who is very particular about food, picked up the cloth wrap and led Donald through the half-shrouded door at the back of the restaurant.

Donald has never seen such a kitchen, whether in Preston or Demingham, most of the kitchens he has seen are composed of some simple appliances, and the kitchen menu of this restaurant is just about cooking. The fire source used is a machine that Donald can't understand. The central table is extra large, and a three-layer square wooden shelf in the center stores a lot of seasonings, from basic oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to some names that Donald has never heard of. , has everything.

"Anthony Pukins, the manager, waiter, and delivery person of this store are all me. This is my own store."

He took an iron plate from the side, picked up two black leather gloves from the table, put them on, and looked at Donald while unwrapping the cloth.

"Donald Grant, an assistant at Royal DeLorean."

Donald's attention was still on the ingredients he didn't understand and the machines around him.

"Pink-white meat, smells very light, the meat is firmer than the bulls on those farms, and quite elastic and stretchy at the same time, this is not the meat of ordinary creatures? I am often invited by some people to their In the banquet, some people have some special meats on their table banquets, but none of them are similar to the ones you brought... And depending on the freshness, it should be just cut off, look Come to Mr. Grant's identity, say less."

Hawkins held a thin iron drill and beat the piece of meat placed on the iron plate, cut a small piece with a knife and put it in his mouth. Said with a smile.

His voice was very low and slightly hoarse, but he could clearly understand what he was saying.

"Haha, is this important? I'm just a diner who came to the door with special ingredients. Don't worry, I cut the meat myself. As for the one who was cut, I should have no opinion."

Donald didn't care that his special identity was discovered. The reason was very simple. The person standing opposite him was also not an ordinary person. Others might not see it, but Donald noticed at a glance that there was something wrong with the knife in his hand.

It is very different from the kitchen knives of ordinary chefs. The short blade in Hawkins's hand only looks clear to ordinary people, but in Donald's spiritual vision, it depicts a large number of complicated knife lines, and there is continuous ice around it. Blue mist overflows.

This made Donald a little happy, because it saved him the time to explain why the meat was so special.

"As you said, this meat is very good, can I know what kind of meat it is? To be honest, I usually don't ask, but it is really special, I feel some special energy in it, you should understand."

"Toad, a big dark blue toad, I heard people say that the meat of exotic animals is good for the human body, so I cut the meat from its thighs, but it is a little troublesome for me to cook it myself. Do you have any good cooking suggestions?"

Donald poked the meat on the table with his fingers. It was obviously at room temperature, but the temperature of the part cut by Hawkins' knife was obviously lower than the one next to him.

"Toad meat? This is really a cooking challenge. I took your order. I have a special freezer here to store meat pieces. If you want, I can cook these pieces of meat for you in different ways, and it will probably make several. Meals, and can be free of charge, but there is a condition, I want to get a part of it, about one-sixth."

"No problem, but you have to make more, pack two, and I have to bring some for my friends."

Finger is still at home. As for the extra share, Donald is going to give it to Professor Cook for him to teach himself to prepare potions.

Hawkins didn't like having others watch him cooking, so Donald was invited out of the kitchen and given the right to drink for free.

Looking at the clock in the store for fifteen minutes, Donald could smell a scent, and then Hawkins came out with two steaming dishes.

"Because of the limitation of materials, this time it is stir-frying. Toad meat is the main food. It is accompanied by some vegetables and conch meat to try the taste."

Hawkins sat across from Donald, who also made a plate for himself.

Use a fork to pick up a piece of diced meat mixed with vegetables and stuff it into your mouth. The salty juice and the lightness of the vegetables are combined, and the taste is perfect!

Then drink a glass of iced orange juice and feel refreshed.

"Well... unbelievable, I didn't really expect much of that creature's taste at first."

Donald took the meat and conch meat from the plate into his mouth with a fork. He dared to say that this was the best thing he had ever eaten in this world.

"In fact, the meat or some parts of most alien beasts are more delicious than ordinary creatures, because the way of life of these creatures is different from that of domestic animals, they have various powers, and this power It will inevitably affect their flesh and blood. I should have said before that I helped some big people cook dishes. I have seen a lot of them. On some overseas islands, many people go for hunting. Putting your meat on the market is at least 1 pound a kilo, but I don’t want your meat because it’s valuable.”

Hawkins stopped talking, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"Power! These beast meats can provide different enhancements to the human body, right?"

Donald said the second half of the sentence.

"Exactly. Money is not the most important thing for us. I can vaguely feel that the part of the meat you cut can strengthen the muscles of the legs."

Hawkins always paused in the process of chewing slowly, as if feeling something, it turned out to be sensing a change in himself.

"Interesting, me too, I can feel my legs getting hot, a little... bloated,"

Donald had a more convenient way of distinguishing. He turned on his spiritual vision and kept his eyes on his legs. As expected, both legs showed a bright red, but when he turned his eyes to the opposite side, he found that Hawkins's legs radiated Red and yellow in color, and much deeper.

Obviously, Hawkins' ability to absorb is much stronger than Donald's. Donald thinks this is probably his talent, but he doesn't say anything. The matter of talent will always be the core secret of the heretics. relationship isn't good enough to talk about.

"If you have time in the next few days, you'd better come here to eat. Meat always has its shelf life, and freezing can't completely preserve its flavor. Except for breakfast, I will leave a place for you. You are welcome to come anytime. Visit, of course, if you are satisfied with my craftsmanship, you can always come to me with new ingredients."

"Of course, I will."

The two chatted while eating. They didn't mention each other's occupation or ability. They were talking about the recipe for tomorrow's dishes. Don't look at Donald's actions, but he has never eaten pork and seen pigs running, right? He came from the country of delicious food that is known to fly in the sky, swim in the sea, and run on the ground.

Some of Donald's views and cooking methods are very interesting to Hawkins, a cook from another world, especially the kind of pot he mentioned. He said that he was looking for a chance to try it. He invited Donald to try it together tomorrow~www.mtlnovel .com~ Many times making friends is very important to fate. It is rare for Donald to chat with people so speculatively. When it comes to food, no one will refuse.

When he finally left, Donald also carried two boxes of freshly made toad meat in his hand. He took the car back to the Royal DeLorean and went to Professor Cook's laboratory first. As for Finger at home, the cat's tongue can't eat hot food, so it's temporarily cold. Nothing for a while.

The afternoon was Professor Cook's working time. When Donald went in, he was conducting experiments and kept recording certain data. The workbench was full of bottles and jars, which made Donald involuntarily think of his talent pharmacy configuration.

"Professor, I brought you a fried frog meat with conch shells. Eat it while it's hot, it's good for your body."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be fine in a minute."

Donald was in no hurry, put the frog meat on the table, and gently tore a small mouth to let the smell out. (https://) "Devil Sage" only represents the point of view of the fox sold by the author. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position of https:// is only committed to providing health Green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!