I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The corner of the mouth of the hawk leader of the Navy Headquarters also rarely raised a slight arc: "That's why I am Sakalski."

"I heard that you also got a devil fruit along the way?" Sakaski unpacked a gift and gestured to his adjutant.

Lindemann didn't answer Sakaski's words, but disappeared instantly in front of him.

"Although I heard that bratty monkey mention it," Sakaski's tone was full of admiration, "but after seeing it with my own eyes, I realized how suitable your fruit's ability is for intelligence work."

The lord of the legion picked up the local product in his hand and suddenly squinted his eyes. It was a big bag of bright red peppers.

A flash of light came to his mind, and Sakaski couldn't help but patted his head angrily.

I was also intimidated by Jessica's various martial arts in the kitchen. I was thinking about how to open the eyes of the two of them, but I forgot that the most important thing about eating is the feeling of reunion with family and friends.

"Lieutenant General? You are?" the fox asked with a smile.

Sakaski weighed the weight of the pocket, which was almost a few kilograms: "The gift from the ghost spider is also the same?"

The brigadier general who didn't keep up with his thoughts looked a little dazed: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Sakaski said confidently, "Tell Ghost Spider that the pepper bag in his gift is mine. In exchange, I'll invite you two to dinner at Gion's tonight!"

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"So, the two of you were invited by Sakaski for dinner?" Gion raised his eyebrows and pressed against the door.

She had thought that this dinner was a warm gathering exclusively for them, but a silver-haired fox and a brown-haired spider jumped out halfway, carrying bottles and jars, claiming that they were invited to dinner.

The big pink-haired rabbit had a displeased face, and wanted to reward the two of them with a sword to get out, but considering that the elm head of Sakaski really opened his mouth, wouldn't it be rude as a hostess?

The tangled Gion was a little sullen: "How many more people did he invite?"

"It seems...just the two of us." Lindeman, who had a strong desire to survive, carefully set off. He had knocked him to the ground with a sword, snatched the lunch box, and dragged him to Polusa like a dead dog. The female swordsman in front of Lieutenant General Lino's house really has a psychological shadow.

Ghost Spider remained expressionless, but the uneasy coiling of hair behind his back gave him away.

The task he received back then was to hold back the "flying dragon", and the ghost spider, which was used even by the warm men's tricks, failed in front of this pink rabbit.

"Come in." Gion pondered for a moment, then turned sideways to make way for most of the passage.

As if they were about to receive an amnesty, the two of them flashed into the house almost as fast as they could in their lives.

"Eh? Brother Fox? Brother Ghost Spider?" Robin, who was sitting on the sofa reading, jumped up for joy. She might not have seen these two for a long time. Looking at these two old acquaintances, the girl was a little puzzled: "Is Sakarski still busy tonight?"

"The lieutenant general said that he will arrive a little later tonight." The ghost spider put down the bag in his hand, and placed the bottles and jars inside on the dining table.

"Oil consumption, sesame oil, vinegar" The girl slid her fingertips over these condiments in turn, and her chin slightly raised: "Miss Gion, it seems that I guessed right! Sakaski's cooking skills are on par with Jonathan's, He wouldn't think about cooking a table with these three condiments, would he?"

"Who knows," Gion laughed, "As long as he cooks it, I love it."

The ghost spider and Lindeman looked at each other. Why did they feel full before the meal started?

The ghost spider has the most sensitive senses. He frowned and asked the fox beside him: "Do you smell anything? It's a bit choking."

Lindemann thought that the ghost spider was joking with Gion with him, "Of course, this one...wait a minute, it's really choking..."

Now, not only did he smell it, Gion and Robin all turned their heads towards the door.

At the door of the female sword hero's dormitory, someone came with a pot.

162. Hot pot is the specialty of Legion

"This is... hot pot?" Robin tilted her head. Once, Jessica prepared a "Ichiban Dao Soup" seafood hot pot for her and Jonathan.

The so-called "Ichiban Daotang" is made from natural dried kelp and ground bonito flakes, which are boiled, filtered and precipitated for a long time.

Combining the luscious taste of two kinds of high-grade dry goods, the color is clear and fresh, and the amber-like elegant color also reveals a rich ocean flavor, refreshing and sweet, delicate and mellow, it is the Japanese soup base that is most likely to bring out the original flavor of the ingredients.

Sakaski didn't buy this crooked Japanese-style soup pot at all, although there were endless types and tricks of hot pot in his former hometown.

But in his inherent concept, how can hot pot be eaten without being spicy?

Is it called hot pot if it is not spicy?

"Hey, Sakaski, can this be eaten?" Robin hesitated looking at the gurgling red soup tumbling in the pot. Her childhood life allowed her to be strong enough to adapt to the worst food: hard enough to be used as a weapon She's not afraid of the breadsticks she used, the rack of ribs with only the bones left, or the leftovers of soup gravy.

She could grit her teeth for a few years with a piece of black bread and a glass of water, but for the first time, she felt a little worried about the choking smell and the deep red oily soup in the pot.

Why is there always a sense of déjà vu of biological and chemical weapons?

Sakalski's answer was yes. He put his palm on the bottom of the pot and continued to heat it up. With the other hand, he pointed like a knife and cut a thin slice of meat from the raw beef brisket and threw it into the pot.

He was a little bit emotional, he didn't care about it when he ate hot pot before, but in fact it was quite complicated to operate.

The hot pot chili stir-fry is extremely important, which is why he came a step late. Large chunks of butter are melted in the pot, and the butter can effectively absorb the flavor of chili. And the spiciness of minced ginger can enrich the level of spiciness, and the pepper releases the bright red and spicy in the oil pan, and finally blooms on the tip of Sakaski's tongue.

"Don't be idle, sit down and eat, Lindemann, you take out the yellow throat from the box and cook it first." Sakarski swiped his chopsticks in the pot a few times and then directly threw the blanched beef into the pot into the mouth.

Although it is still a lot worse than the spicy and spicy taste of his hometown, Sakaski is quite satisfied as the first hot pot in another world.

"Well... Sakaski, how does it taste?" The little girl was still skeptical, but seeing that the other party had already started, she still asked involuntarily.

The Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters nodded readily: "It's very good, the meat is tender and delicious, and it has enough flavor."

While Gion was slicing the beef so that Sakaski could pick it up with chopsticks, he asked a question that everyone cared about: "Isn't it spicy?"

"Not spicy," Sakarski replied confidently. Compared with the half a million Galvais peppers in his hometown, this ordinary chili is really nothing.

After all, he was afraid that everyone would not believe him, so he picked up a pinch of chili and chewed it empty-mouthed.

Because of the food in his mouth, Sakaski's voice was a little slurred: "It's not spicy, really."

Everyone carefully observed his face, and found that not only did he not turn red, but there was no sweat on his forehead.

Lindeman was the first to move his chopsticks, and first poured the plates of white sticks into the pot, imitating Sakalski's way of eating, and the fox also picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and put it into the hot pot.

Several people followed suit and picked up slices of meat and put them into the pot.

"Yellowthroat? Is yellowthroat the throat of a cow?" Robin became interested in the strange term Sakalski mentioned.

Lindeman, who was in charge of cooking this ingredient in the afternoon, shook his head: "No, let's guess again."

The girl carefully recalled the appearance of the food that was poured into the pot just now, "Is it the ligament of a cow?"

Sakaski signaled to the people sitting around the table that the beef was cooked, and explained to Robin: "The yellow throat is not the throat of a cow, but its main artery, with a layer of greasy meat attached to it. Slippery film, Lindemann's job this afternoon is to help tear the film off."

"I see," Robin nodded, and put the cooked beef into her mouth. She didn't expect to learn something new after dinner.

Then, the girl's body froze.