Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Pork Chop and the chef worked together to make delicious food that filled the entire huge long table with the not-so-rich ingredients on the Blue Star.

The chef's specialty dishes include grilled steaks, fried meatballs, spicy stewed dragon tails, stewed belly meat with rich fat and super luxurious ingredients, and even a whole roasted mushroom pig.

The carefully matched spices and the unique fragrance of the moss on the mushroom pig are perfectly integrated, making people drool at the smell.

There are also a variety of salads, desserts, soups, staple foods, and side dishes.

It is a luxurious meal that is enough for everyone on the ship to eat!

"Everyone, please enjoy it, meow!"

Pork Chop, wearing a chef's hat, stood by the table, with his head held high and his face full of pride.

The chef standing shoulder to shoulder with him took off the red headscarf on his head and shook it hard. His tone was reserved and low, but his one eye could not hide the pride.

"Hulu, I'm sorry for the poor service!"

Staring at the huge roasted pig in the middle of the long table, Gordon asked curiously, "Didn't they say that there are only the most basic kitchen utensils in the ship's kitchen?

How did you make this roasted whole pig? Where did you get such a big oven?"

"Meow meow meow--"

"Meow roar--"

Pork chop and the chef looked at each other and laughed strangely.

"Guess meow."

"Oh, what are you guessing? If we don't start eating, the food will get cold!" Isana waved her empty wine glass and hit the table like a hammer.

"The puzzle is revealed! They roasted it in the boiler of the steam engine. The fire was a little strong and it almost didn't burn. I helped to remove some charcoal.

So did anyone notice? The flight speed slowed down a few knots in the afternoon, hehehe"

"I know, Alva reported to me." The head of the third group had a blank expression.

Alva wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Fortunately, I have been staring at the speedometer, otherwise I am afraid I will have to recalibrate the route."

Pork chop and the chef smiled and looked away.

The professor had a dark face, "This meal has a special purpose, and I'll spare you this time, and I won't do it again!"

"Meow"

"Okay, let's eat, don't waste food." The professor knocked the tableware with his fork, "Remember our purpose, in front of Feng Ying, everyone should eat as deliciously as possible."

As he said that, he served himself a piece of dragon tail meat that was almost melted, tasted it, and praised with satisfaction: "Well, the seasoning is just right, the heat is also very good, it's delicious."

He said this specifically to Feng Ying.

Feng Ying, who was sitting at the table with others, looked ashen.

——There were no tableware in front of her.

She had been fasting since yesterday afternoon, and she had been hungry.

This carefully prepared meal was made by the pork chops specifically for her, but the purpose was not for her to eat, but to make her greedy.

"You guys, what are you still standing there for, start eating, and remember to describe the deliciousness of the food to Feng Ying." The professor urged dissatisfiedly.

Compared with Gordon who shook his cheeks, there were Isana and others.

Hayata, Ai Bo and the others were soft-hearted and a little embarrassed.

But under the professor's urging, they could only enjoy the food with apology.

Of course, there were also some who were particularly arrogant, such as Xianglan.

"This thick soup is super delicious meow! It turns out that it is added with dried shellfish meow, pork chops you learned from fish roe meow?"

"This dragon tail meat is too fragrant meow! Hiss ha-so spicy meow! But I can't stop at all meow!"

"Meow meow! The potatoes in this stew are more delicious than the meat meow!"

"Next, I'm going to eat a roasted whole pig meow, Fengying Fengying! Look at this shiny pig's trotter meow! Lick--."

Feng Ying: "."

My fist hardened.

"Don't let your emotions be led astray by anger."

The professor reminded, "Feel the desire for food and energy, experience this feeling carefully, let it merge with the anxiety in your heart, and tune in."

"Ahhh! Who understands what you say!" Feng Ying scratched her hair frantically.

"How about serving her some?" Hayata asked the professor tentatively, "She's been hungry all day, don't hurt her stomach."

The professor was as hard as iron, "Don't worry, occasional fasting has no effect on the body, and it can even promote metabolism."

Sitting next to Feng Ying, An Xier, who was in charge of supervising her, took out a piece of food, broke off a piece less than the size of a thumb, and handed it to Feng Ying's mouth.

"Eat it."

Feng Ying, who was starving, ate it without thinking.

An Xier put away the remaining food, picked up the cutlery again, cut a piece of steak for herself, and said slowly:

"A small amount of food can get the digestive system going, saliva secretion, gastrointestinal peristalsis, and soon you will become hungrier."

"Not a bad idea." The professor nodded happily.

Feng Ying: "???"

Mushroom looked at his master with heartache, then buried his head in the bowl and continued to feast.

"Gurgle--"

Just as An Xier said, less than a minute later, a thunderous movement sounded from Feng Ying's stomach.

"Pfft!" Aiden, who was eating stew, couldn't help laughing.

Isana, holding a bone in her mouth, folded her arms and shook her head, "Too miserable, too miserable, tut tut tut."

Looking at the young people who were laughing, the professor frowned.

He put down the tableware, "Do you think I'm joking? Or do you think I'm playing a trick on Feng Ying?"

Facing the professor's stern tone, Isana and Aiden quickly lowered their heads.

"I have long emphasized that starving her and making her crave food are all for her to subconsciously reach a consensus with the anxiety that is most likely to come from resonance.

Since your words and actions have mixed anger into Feng Ying's mind, let's do this.

You don't eat anymore, just watch others eat with her, and you too, the one licking the pig's trotter over there, Elu."

Aiden, Isana, Xianglan: "."

"Hahaha!" Feng Ying laughed wildly.

The professor himself stopped eating.

He looked at Feng Ying, and when the latter vented and her emotions subsided, he stared into her eyes, speaking softly and hypnotically:

"Avoid distractions, and you only need to keep one thought in your mind, that is, 'I need energy'.

Don't think about anything else, don't think about anything, I need energy, I need energy."

The other people at the table all lowered the noise of eating, for fear of disturbing the professor and being fasted by him.

Maybe it was because of hunger and hypoglycemia, or because of the professor's hypnosis, Feng Ying's mind became a little dazed.

"I'm hungry and need energy." She lowered her eyelids and muttered to herself.

It seemed that they had reached some kind of synchronization.

The strange anxiety that enveloped her heart, which was visible but intangible like fog, seemed to be ignited, and instantly turned into a blazing flame and rushed into her heart.

Draw, devour, absorb

Energy, energy is needed! Even if the price is to kill this land.

The professor stared at her eyes and clearly saw a scarlet light flashing from the bottom of her eyes.

"Roar——!"

Feng Ying raised her head suddenly and burst into a roar with an echo.

Her hands on the table twitched and spasmed, and unconsciously bent into claws and grabbed fiercely.

The solid wood tabletop was hard and rough. Under the huge force, her fingernails cracked and turned up, leaving several bloody scratches on the table.

Gordon was shocked and stood up from the table. At that moment, the [Madness Mark] on his body revived.

After Feng Ying finished yelling, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.