Diablo Destruction

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"Because of this, Sir Raphael, please teach me how to make barbecue." The next day, I worshiped and saluted Raphael, the only one who could save me from the dire straits.

Yesterday we agreed that Amber would be corrected from the erroneous knowledge of the Hairy Leg Immortal and taught by myself, but when I came back I thought about it carefully.

No, I don’t know anything either. How can I teach you?

The only thing I can come up with is barbecue and stew, but as long as a person with common sense can basically make them after one or two attempts, it is really impossible to get rid of them.

At this moment, I really want to be possessed by Hans Ricken, but of course the white hair and the fiery red exploding hamburger head are omitted.

In desperation, I had no choice but to continue asking Rafael for help. Didn't Akara say that if you don't understand something, and if you encounter a problem, it's best to discuss it with her? Look how obedient I am.

"Why is that? I don't understand why you suddenly said this." Raphael, who was about to take a nap and drink a glass of water as he exited his ambush at the desk, seemed very troubled by my sudden move.

"In short, I suddenly decided to embark on the path of becoming a chef." I gestured majestically like a superman.

"If you want to learn cooking skills, turn right when you go out and keep walking."

"Oh, okay, thank you teacher."

I turned around subconsciously, and only when I reached the door did I realize something was wrong.

"Wait, that direction is my home."

Walked straight out of Raphael's tent. Less than ten meters away, turn right and you will find the tent that Linya and I set up. If my memory is correct.

Raphael: "..."

I'm sorry, Akara, she wiped her tears silently in her heart.

Although I once confidently said in my reply that I could reverse Xiao Wu's sense of direction, it seems that this is an impossible task now.

Because what was in front of him was a super road idiot who couldn't even tell whether his home was on the left or right.

"So, at least give me a reason, and stop using the excuse that you want to be a chef." Raphael unknowingly crossed his legs. Like a contented lady, she narrowed her beautiful eyes.

"Actually..." I lowered my head deeply, gritted my teeth, and had no choice. It seems that is all that can be said.

“Actually, I’m hungry————!!!”

The word "ah" echoed in the air far away. For a long time.

"Xiao Xiao Wu..." Raphael looked at me seriously.

"Do people often say that... you are a fool?"

"Yes, why do you know, Mr. Raphael?" I scratched my head in embarrassment.

Little ghost. Princess Sanwu, the naughty maid, the little fox, the little King Arthur, and the little girl Beja are all called idiots. I have long been used to it.

"No...it's nothing, okay. What do you want to learn?" Raphael sighed, as if he gave up something, although he didn't know what she gave up, but don't pay attention to this kind of thing, anyway, the purpose has been achieved.

"As I said earlier, it's barbecue." I cheered up.

"You can learn how to barbecue something like this by asking Xiao Linya."

"Linya is studying with Grandma Allen, how can we disturb her?"

"I'm also busy with official duties. Now it's hard to squeeze out some free time."

"There's no way, both sides can't avoid disturbing me. It's better to disturb you than to disturb Linya. There's a difference between closeness and distance. This world is so cruel." I looked in the direction of the window, as if I had seen through the truth of the world, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You are quite honest." As soon as his eyes were dazzled, Raphael had jumped over from the chair, pressing down on the top of my head with one fist, spinning continuously.

"Thank you...My biggest advantage...is...honesty..." There was a fist like an electric drill on top of my head. I grinned in pain and finished the sentence with difficulty.

"Okay, really, it's obviously rest time, why should it be used to teach Xiao Wu?" Raphael was nagging dissatisfied, but with a smile on his face, what, he was obviously enjoying it, right? , is there some conspiracy?

I followed carefully, and we were on the grass outside the tent.

"First of all, Xiao Xiao Wu, bake one first and let me see where I need to improve."

"No problem." Without saying a word, I lit a fire, prepared a piece of raw meat, washed and dried it, sprinkled it with salt, put a sword on a skewer, and put it on the fire to roast.

Half an hour later, a hot piece of barbecue was ready.

"Try it, it tastes very ordinary." I handed over the sword handle diligently.

Raphael took the sword handle and looked at the barbecue skewered on the sword indifferently. He paused for a few seconds and then suddenly threw it towards the roadside. Just as a few local dogs passed by, the barbecue was still flying in the air. Xiang bit it off and carried it away.

"My barbecue!!!"

Looking at this scene in disbelief, I held my head and knelt on the ground. Although it was a very ordinary barbecue, it was too much.

"This...could it be the result of ten years of experience, Xiao Xiao Wu?"

"No, to be precise, it should be the results of the first two years." I watched the group of bastard wild dogs run away with hatred. I stood up in frustration, patted my clothes, and returned.

"After that, Vilas prepared enough dry food for me almost every time I experienced it."

"It turns out that he was spoiled by his little wife. That's better. If he can only make this kind of thing after ten years of experience, then Xiao Xiao Wu is too pitiful." Saying this, Raphael couldn't help but Using his imagination, he looked at me with pity.

Hey, hey, hey, if you don't do such harm to others, I roll my eyes secretly, but now that I have something to ask for, I can only endure it.

"So. What needs improvement?"

"No need to improve.?" Raphael smiled sweetly, and then added.

"Let's learn from the beginning."

I:"……"

"First of all. The raw meat must be washed carefully. The best way is to make some cross marks. This will not only wash away the blood in the meat, but also make it more flavorful when it is cooked."

"Oh oh oh, that's it."

"Then comes the key marinade. You can't just add salt. Don't you have any other seasonings on you? Forget it, just remember the recipe written on it. Then, if time permits, let it sit and marinate for a while. "

"learn!"

"In the final roasting part, the rotation should be even. Don't be too hasty. Always pay attention to the doneness of the meat, control the heat, and then there is the biggest secret of delicious food... Clang, Clang, Clang. Just brush a layer of my special honey lightly. …”

"The scent...the scent has come out, and I'm getting hungry. Sir Raphael, can you eat it?"

"Wait a minute, if you want to make it more delicious and not too troublesome, you need another secret method."

Raphael said. Mysteriously, he picked up a bucket of water and put his clean and delicate hands deep into the water. The magic wave flickered slightly, and ice floes had already condensed on the water.

Looking at this bucket of ice water, my eyes widened. Is this the legendary chef's secret?

Two hours later...

"That's right, that's it. Make some knives on it, it should be a cross."

In the hotel loft occupied by the Hairy Leg Fairy, a scene very similar to the one a few hours ago took place, except that the roles were changed to me and Beansa.

This can be regarded as buying and selling now. Looking at the recipe note that Rafael gave me and the special honey I asked for from her, my confidence grew infinitely.

Hum, from now on, please call me Wu Fan, the god of barbecue!

"That's it... marinate for a while first, and then..." I kept repeating what Raphael said, while Biansha looked serious, as if he was going on a pilgrimage, so I could only do my best. The teachings have been continued.

“Finally, it’s honey that changes the flavor!”

"Honey?" Beansa didn't seem to know what honey was.

"That's right." I showed Biansha the golden honey in the jar.

"It seems very sweet." Beansha leaned forward, the tip of his nose kept twitching, looking very innocent and cute.

"You can eat it directly."

"real?"

"Just give it a try."

"Then I'm not welcome." Beansa stretched out his finger, carefully put a little bit in his mouth, and was stunned for a moment. His whole body suddenly fell into an intoxicated state, just like someone with a starfish.

"Senior brother, this honey is delicious, delicious, delicious!"

Beansa expressed her excitement with three delicacies in a row, staring at the golden viscous substance in the jar with sparkling eyes, looking like a greedy little bear, which made people smile.

"It's okay to eat a little more, but you can't eat it all, otherwise you won't be able to cook the barbecue."

I gently touched her smooth black hair and smiled, thinking in my mind, rather than teaching Biansha how to make barbecue, would it be more practical to just get a few jars of honey for her?

"Beansa's custom-made barbecue, done!" After completing all the steps step by step, Beansa raised the barbecue on his sword high.

No, no, no, that's not specially made for you... No, it should be considered specially made.

Looking at the dark mass on the sword, I was speechless.

It's strange. It should be made according to Raphael's method. It shouldn't be like this. It should be golden brown, evenly and slightly burnt on the outside, fragrant and fragrant. When you take a bite, it will be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, not fat but not fat. It's greasy, it tastes good. Why did it become such a piece of black coal?

I fell into deep contemplation, and I always felt that something was wrong, as if I had missed something.

"Senior brother...it tastes...fufu...not bad." I was thinking here, but the greedy Beansha was already holding the piece of black charcoal and started chewing it.

"What's a good idea?" I asked.

"Subtle, not bad." Biansha's smile now was not to mention how pure and bright it was.

I:"……"

Complete failure, bastard, I fell to my knees on the ground, puzzled, why?

"Come again!" I refused.

"But senior brother, there is no more honey." Beansa reluctantly held the empty honey jar, and his small tongue quickly passed over the moist lips that were pursed, and licked a touch of golden color from the corner of the mouth.

"How can it be finished? There's obviously still half a can. It's enough to make more than ten times." My eyes widened and I grabbed the can. I can't wait to stick my head in and take a look to see if all the honeys that have disappeared inexplicably are hiding.

Finally, I put down the jar and stared at Beansa speechlessly.

"Hey, hehe." Beansa blinked his dark eyes and smiled innocently at me.

"Brother, can you bring more honey next time..."

I:"……"

That night...

In this extremely contrasting space between the sunny green forest garden world and the frozen dark world, Beryl in the form of a butterfly loli stretched out her delicate little hand, and there was a piece of paper on her palm.

"It seems to be secret information sent by Xiao A."

"Oh. Did that idiot Azmodan really let her get some useful information?"

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the tall Demon King Andariel walked over step by step, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

anyway. Can Azmodan write? The moment I opened the note. Such uneasy thoughts flashed through the minds of the two demon kings at the same time.

After taking it apart, the two demon kings suddenly felt a little dizzy.

As expected, it's covered in patterns.

The first pattern is a honey jar. The little figures of Azmodan and Saya were surrounded by them, posing in front of the honey jar as if they were surrounded by stars and the moon.

The second image shows a barbecue grill, with Azmodan and the back of another man sitting next to it.

The third pattern is a bonfire, with a broken pot on top of the bonfire. This time it is surrounded by three people eating from bowls, including Azmodan. There is also an old man, a male.

The last pattern. It is a spice jar. This spice jar is placed in the center of a circle, which seems to be telling a very important thing.

If this is the case, perhaps with Belial's wisdom, he can still see some clues.

But it's a pity that Azmodan, let alone writing, even draws is at the level of kindergarten graffiti. For example, the bee jar, with its crooked lines, looks more like a human heart.

Therefore, even a smart person like Belial misunderstood, thinking, could it be that Xiao A has really started to massacre human beings and bid farewell to Demon King Zero?

But thinking about it, there was no commotion from the camp, and I was confused again.

"Sister Belial, can you... understand?" Andalil stared at these patterns, and finally pressed his forehead hard, falling into serious confusion.

"Sorry, little An'er, even I can't do things." Belial sighed.

"Azmodan is really an idiot."

"Xiao A... I'm hungry..."

In another dark and frozen world, Demon King Saya, who was lying on a bed of ice and sleeping soundly, seemed to vaguely hear some vague conversations. The two clumps of hair shaped like cat ears trembled, and he murmured in confusion.

The next day...

"Master Raphael, please teach me how to make stew soup today." I opened the tent and said as I rushed in carelessly.

I saw the cup in Raphael's hand shaking slightly, and he turned around with an extremely bright smile.

"Xiao Xiao Wu...you think I'm very idle, right?"

"Now it seems... it looks like this." I pointed at her leisurely drinking tea and said.

"A rare rest." Raphael pointed to the documents on the desk.

"That's really rare. It's fate that I met you." I exclaimed.

"That means... you're not going to give up?" He was playing with the delicate porcelain cup in his hand, and the same delicate jade fingers had a very dazzling feeling that complemented each other.

"Well, there's no other way. I'll teach you the special stew today."

then……

"Beansa, let me teach you how to make a special stew today."

A few hours later, I stood in front of Beansa with my head held high and my head held high, showing the demeanor of a generational senior brother.

What about old man Galen? Forget it, don't worry about him, he's probably gone to some corner to grow mold again.

Because I had seen his enthusiasm for research, I was not surprised and turned to teaching Beansa with all my heart.

As a result, this time... it exploded.

"It's so strange. Why does it become like this?"

I sat down cross-legged, letting the pot fly up in the explosion and land it upside down on my head, and pondered in confusion.

It was obviously copied step by step according to Raphael's method. Why did it turn into a pot of delicious stew in the hands of Raphael, but turned into an explosive in the hands of Biansha and me?

I can’t figure it out, this world is so strange.

There is no other way. Tomorrow, I will go out with Sa Qili and the others for training. It seems that this teaching task can only be put on hold for the time being until I get back.

After thinking about it, I listed the perfect steps on the paper, then left enough materials, including honey, and told Beansa to go out for a while and practice well while he was away.

"Senior brother, goodbye, please come back soon."

At the attic window, Beansa held the honey jar in his arms with one hand, put the other hand into the jar, stuck a hand full of honey, licked it clean, and then waved it towards me as I walked away.

Because of the honey, has the kuma transformation been completed?

I smiled helplessly, turned around, and kept waving in response while backing up, until my line of sight was blocked.

That night, Belial and Andariel received another letter from Azmodan.

"What is this? Could it be that there is a plan for the Alliance to plot against us?" Andalil glanced at the letter in his hand again.

The mysterious words on it, which are crooked and twisted like earthworms, list the complete steps of making barbecue and stewing soup.

Originally, Andariel wasn't going to be suspicious, but first of all, Azmodan couldn't write, so the words on it were definitely not written by her. Secondly, the words on it... the words on it were really ugly. Was it written so awkwardly on purpose?

If you think about it this way, Andariel can't help but continue to imagine it as some kind of code text from the alliance.

"I don't know, I really don't know, don't ask me."

Belial hugged his head and screamed, curling up his petite body on the flower core, and then more than a dozen petals gently closed, blocking everything from the outside world.

Even Belial, there are things he can't do...

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