Dragon Ball Super, I used my cooking skills to conquer Bados

“... I'm not from Universe 11! Looking

at the bearded dwarf who couldn't reach his waist, Suter explained.

"So which universe are you from? Why are you with the angels of Universe 11? You—"

Before Sitara could finish asking, Mojito gave him a cold look and interrupted his impolite nonsense.

Then, he contacted the king of the realm, Shenluo, and came over to repair the ruined land.

After repairing and tidying up, Suter also made some food for the two of them, and successfully received the rewards issued by the system.

"Congratulations to the host for receiving the gourmet recognition of the host from Mojito, the angel of the 9th universe, and Sitara, the god of destruction of the 9th universe!"

"Cooking skills have increased by 5%, and cooking skills are currently 54%!"

"At the same time, because the taster is an angel and a god of destruction, once again reward the level 1 destruction divine skill and the level 1 freedom and extreme intention skill!"

"At the moment, it's a level 9 destruction technique and a level 10 freedom and extreme intent skill!"

“... God's combat power has increased by 7 amounts, and the current god combat power is 51 amounts!

"In the future, I will come to play often!"

Sitara looked at Suter and Markarita, who were about to leave, and waved his hand as Suter smoked a cigarette.

Cigarettes, he was curious to ask Suter!

Although the ruined land was a mess, it was repaired and he had a delicious meal!

Add a box of cigarettes, overall, it's not a loss!

Mojito glanced at him in disgust and smiled at Suter, "This battle must have benefited you a lot, right?!"

"Next time, if you have any problems that you don't understand, you are welcome to come to me!"

"Of course!"

Su Ting nodded, smiled politely, and left with Markarita without looking back.

In his eyes, Mojito is a tool man who can brush up on experience... Uh, tool angels?!

Wait until you return to an unknown planet again.

Suter asked suddenly as he watched the new palace being pulled out by Macarita, as if he had thought of something.

"By the way, O Macarita, aren't you angels incapable of fighting?"

Busy Markarita looked at the brand-new palace, turned back to Suter and smiled, "Is that a battle?" It's just a guide..."

"... I'm sorry, I'm superficial! Three black lines slipped from Suter's forehead.

The next moment, he returned to his usual expression and reached out to wrap his arms around Macarita's thin waist.

"So, who is the second-to-last angel?"

"Kucatel, the 5th universe, the god combat power is around 48!"

"Oh—" Suter replied lightly, losing interest in an instant.

is only 48, and he is no longer his opponent!

"Let's go, we can live again, let's go inside!" Macarita leaned up and kissed Suter and said.

"Alright, let's try a new bed—" Suter didn't ask any more questions, and walked towards the palace with the man in his arms.

"I made a 6-meter bed, hee-hee!"

In a flash, more than three months have passed.

Age 780, January 21.

Suter, who had been away from Earth for more than half a year, was also brought back to Earth in the 7th universe by Macarita.

"Remember to miss me!" Looking at the well-fed Suter, Macalita reluctantly said goodbye.

"Go ahead, you have been by my side for these three months, in case the great priest finds out, it is estimated that you will be punished!"

Sute bowed his head and also instructed.

Watching Macarita leave, Suter also teleported back towards the cozy cottage he had used to have with Bardos.

The house is still the same familiar house, but the familiar Bardos is no longer there.

Looking at the empty dusty living room, Suter walked out onto the balcony and habitually picked up a cigarette to light it.

During the three months he spent with Macarita, he also knew a lot of angels' divine powers.

At present, the god's combat power is similar to him, so Suter plans to come back and fight with Vis to stabilize his power.

Why don't you go directly to the Land of the Divine Realm?

Huh...

Let Vis see that he and Macarita are reluctant?

Smoking a cigarette, Suter's brows furrowed, and he felt a little irritable in his heart, "It's still too weak, the god combat power of that guy from the Great Priest..."

Even if he is right now, it will only be the end of being crushed by the fingers of the great priest!

His progress seems to be rapid.

But for the Great Priest, if you want to go back to Bardos, it's still too slow...

In their small home, Suter stayed for a while before flying towards Bulma's house.

Bulma is like a plot, with a huge belly, and she looks like she is about to give birth at any time.

"Hey, Suter, it's been a long time, haven't you seen you?" Bulma was surprised to see Suter fall out of mid-air into the courtyard.

"Well, it's been a long time, you're about to give birth, right?"

Listening to Suter's casual question, Bulma crossed his hands dissatisfiedly and said, "Cut, you guy..."

"I'll get you something to eat, okay?!" Suter plucked out his ears and waved his hand in disgust.

If he didn't want to be like a mother, he wouldn't be too lazy to make food!

"Hey, I'm going to eat spicy!" Bulma's face changed in an instant, and she made a cheerful request.

"Tsk... Your baby must be a female doll!

Suter looked at the kitchen utensils brought by the servant who was beckoned, and reminded vaguely.

"That's good

," Bulma echoed with the words, "I already have a son, and I want to have another daughter!" Sour and spicy girl, borrow your auspicious words!

Suter thought absentmindedly as he busied.

I don't know if Bardos's belly is thriving?

Likely, it is not very likely!

If you look at Macarita, you can see that they have been together for more than half a year.

Days and nights passed, and I didn't see any sound in her stomach!

Could it be that the races are different, so there are no offspring?!

Just when Suter was thinking wildly, another person fell in the middle of the courtyard, it was Sun Wukong, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

He also carried a bag and looked at Suter in surprise, "Hey, Suter, are you back at Bulma's house as a cook?"

"No, because Lao Tzu didn't bring her a greeting gift!"

Suter was smoking a cigarette and constantly stirring the big iron pot, complaining and cooking at the same time.

"Ahhh

Bulma, who was standing upright, turned to look at Sun Wukong and motioned for him to hand over the bag, "Is this a meeting gift for me?" "

No, I'm here for Vis and Lord Beerus, I want to go to the Land of the God Realm to cultivate!"

Seeing that Bulma wanted something in his hand, Sun Wukong hurriedly protected the calf and held it in his arms.

Seeing this, Suter scoffed at Bulma, "Got slapped in the face, right?" Self-inflicted affection, right? "