Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

"Mr. Donne, my name is Thomas Williams. I am a writer from the royal capital and a critic."

"Occasionally I write travel notes and food reviews from various places, and publish them in current review journals. The crab noodle lion head you made is very delicious. I have a few questions that I would like to ask in person."

The writer expressed his intention and purpose sincerely.

"Time review publications?" Donne looked shocked.

This Otherworld, there is such a thing?

Is the cultural industry so prosperous?

"The Review Times seems to have only emerged in recent years. Many writers will post comments and articles on it. I have only heard of it when I travel to a few large cities. You can't see it in small towns."

Vivienne on the side saw Dorn's surprise and took the initiative to explain.

In fact, it is not only the fairy Miss who explained this. The number of publications of the various current review periodicals of the Donna Empire is very small and the prices are high. Only the nobles and wealthy chambers of commerce buy and circulate them.

For ordinary people, it is generally difficult to understand the hyphenation, and there is no such spiritual consumption demand.

"Then is this Williams famous?" Dorn turned his back, approached Vivian's side, and asked in a low voice, close to her tiny pinna.

The sudden narrowing of the distance made the fairy Miss's heart beat faster.

"Ok...it seems to be quite famous. I have read the knight novel "Parov" written by him."

"Mr. Don?" In Williams's perspective, Vivian, who had zero presence, could not be seen, only that Don had suddenly turned around, as if he was still talking to himself?

It seems that what the local man just said, Mr. Donne seems to be in a bad state of mind, and that's what he meant.

However, it is understandable that such a talented person has a weird personality.

"Ah, I just checked to see if there is still a lion head in the pot." Donne turned back, "Mr. Williams, you want to interview me, right? You can ask any questions, I will Works with you."

Of course, this is on the face of that Kinnar.

Moreover, the other party is a well-known writer at any rate, and it seems good to be able to write an article to praise himself.

Although those publications are only circulated among wealthy people in big cities, they have no influence on small towns like Eaton.

But if there is no guarantee, there is a certain rich kid who is full to explore the food?

Once this kind of special guest is triggered, it is not impossible to charge a few more Kinnars for the meeting fee.

Beautiful.

"Do you... visit? Yes, I'm going to interview you." For Mr. Writer, it is another coined word, but the meaning is not difficult to understand.

After asking a few simple questions that did not involve the production method of lion head, and the origin of the name of the crab meal lion head dish, the writer took his own notebook and decided to leave the kitchen with satisfaction.

But when he was about to step out of the door, his gaze fell on a small wooden basin on the side, in which two small river crabs were spitting bubbles.

Williams turned his head back: "Mr. Don, forgot to ask, do you still have the ingredients you used to make lion heads?"

"Yes, you can see it, but they are all not worth mentioning." Dorn pointed to the pot of river crabs and a piece of bristle pork left on the shelf, "because pork has other uses. , So these are not made into lion heads."

These bristle pork are reserved for self-addition in the restaurant at night.

In the past few days, the new chef can't do without the second-generation bristle pork.

However, after eating seven or eight meals of second-generation mane pork, his physique point finally increased by 9 points, and there was no more movement.

For this result, Dorn already had an answer in his heart——

There should be an upper limit on the attribute points that the same kind of monster food can add to yourself. For example, if the second-generation bristle pig is used as a food material, the upper limit should be 9 points plus physique, and then eating the second-generation bristle pork will not trigger [Predator] NS.

Therefore, it is the path to sustainable development that can not catch a kind of monster food that can be eaten hard and enrich the scope of own monster diet.

Williams looked at the river crab and the pork again, then his expression seemed to be frozen, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Just now after tasting this crab noodle lion head, Williams put Donne's culinary skills on the same level as the royal chef.

But he overlooked a premise, that is the cooking environment and ingredients.

The writer is a knowledgeable person, he can see the quality of the pork and crab.

For ordinary people, these two ingredients are not bad, but if you dare to put this crab and pork in front of the royal chefs, especially this crab whose meat seems very poor, they will only give you a big one. Roll your eyes!

As royal chefs who are accustomed to using the country's top ingredients, this kind of civilian ingredients is completely unqualified and is not worthy of being cooked by them.

But even with a simple kitchen and common people's ingredients, the quality of dishes made by Donne is not inferior to the royal chef!

"Mr. Donne, I think... I would take the liberty to ask again, did you use these simple things to make that crab meal lion head?"

"Of course." Dorn had already heard the meaning of the author's words, pretending to be profound, "Simple ingredients can also cook high-level delicacy. And I have always thought that only food that everyone can enjoy. , It’s really good food."

But I don’t reject the exclusive delicacies cooked with top-quality ingredients. Donne added silently in his heart.

"Everyone can enjoy..." Williams opened his own notebook again and recorded these words with a slightly trembling hand.

There was an idea in the writer's heart, an idea that made him feel a little palpitating——

If the young people in front of him and the royal chefs were given the same cooking conditions, what kind of food would he make?

Perhaps, the locals here are not wrong. This young man with black hair and black eyes is really a chef whose cooking skills far exceed that of any chef in the King's Capital?

Looking at Donne with an extremely strange look for a long time, Williams finally gave another gentleman's salute, leaving the kitchen thoughtfully with a solemn expression.

"How do I feel that this interview seems to have had a big blow to this Mr. Williams." Vivian squinted slightly and watched Mr. Writer leave.

"It seems so. When he left, his eyes lost the light..." Dorn shrugged helplessly.

Dorn himself didn't pay much attention to this interview. After all, the vague praise from the capital was nothing but icing on the cake for him in a small town.

...

In the alley next to the Wishing Restaurant, two people were talking.

Just now, two young mercenaries who took 5 silver nars from Williams and sold their seats and meal numbers.

It might be wrong to say that they are "young", after all, both of these mercenaries are underage.

Among them, the chubby fox is thirteen years old. Another strong figure, called Bear Claw, is fourteen years old.

The two underage little mercenaries are used to deliberately dressing themselves up as mature, appear more reliable.

But even if they are dressed up as sophisticated, no one pays to hire them.

"Unexpectedly, that well-dressed master shot so lavishly, it is directly 5 silver coins!" Bear Claw played with Yinnar in his hand, reluctant to put it down.

"Tell you to put it up, put it up! The wealth is not exposed! Idiot!" The fat fox gave his companion a helpless look.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the gangsters nearby don't dare to provoke me and Brother Hyena."

"Eh, I don't bother to care about you." The fat fox touched his silver nar he had hidden in his arms, and the delicate metal touch was fed back to his fingertips. Good things don’t happen every day..."

Touching the silver coin in his arms, the fat fox suddenly had an idea--

It is known that a crab meal lion head sells 25 coppers. It is said that it is not expensive, but some people are willing to spend 5 silvers to buy the meal number of the lion head!

This meal number is valuable, it can have a price, and even its price can exceed the crab meal lion head itself!

If you, Xiongya, and Hyena go to the Wishing Restaurant every day to occupy a seat to get a number, and then sell the number to those who have money but don’t want to wait too long...

The price does not need to be too high, I believe that if you have 20 coppers a number, people with a little money are generally willing to pay.

Everyone has a number a day and will earn 18 silver coins a month!

It seems very profitable!

It's more profitable than when no one hires a mercenary!

A prototype of a promising money-making plan was formed in the round head of the fat fox.

If Dorne, who is pushing the queue for the number, knows what the fat fox thinks now, he will definitely jump up and applaud the thirteen-year-old boy——

You are really a goddamn talent!

Daddy just came up with a number system, you little bastard think about being a scalper!

The fat fox was still excited about the new money-making plan in his mind. While sitting on the broken wooden barrel, the bear paw suddenly jumped up and touched the fat fox with his sturdy elbow.

"Look, Fat Fox, Brother Hyena is back."

At the entrance of the alley, a thin boy, also wearing a crude leather armor, with messy dirty red curly hair, and sharp eyes walked straight towards the two of them.

He is a hyena, younger than a bear paw, but in this three-member mercenary group of homeless children, the hyena is a well-deserved old Dage.

"Do you know how much I earned this time?" The hyena saw his two little brothers, did not hide the joy on his face, grinned open, showing two sharp tiger teeth.

The Vagrant Mercenary Corps took over only one business this month. It came from the town’s patrol captain Albert, who wanted someone to help him hunt an adult mane.

It just so happens that the hyena has a very rich hunting experience.

Therefore, he spent three days searching in the hidden forest to the east, looking for traces of prey, and finally found a cave where a bristle pig was hiding.

Today is the day when the hyena takes Albert to the bristles cave to inspect the goods and pay the reward.

As for the hunting process, hyenas are not involved. Adult monster bristles are not so easy to deal with, even old hunters will be afraid of three points.

It is estimated that Captain Albert will be fully prepared and do it by himself tomorrow or Houtian's time.

"Do you know how much he gave in the end? Five silver coins! One more than agreed upon in advance!"

The hyena discharges five silver coins on the broken barrel, showing joy:

"Five silver coins! We are guaranteed for food next month! Eh? Wait a minute, what do you two expressions mean? Tsk, you are not right..."

Neither the fat fox nor the bear claw had a word, they just looked at each other, and then smiled at own Dage, stiff and awkward.

If you let Brother Hyena know that the two of them just took an account in the wishing restaurant, sat for a while, and also earned five silver nars...Will it be a blow to him?

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