Pirates Make Memes: Get Eight Magic Skills at the Beginning

Hearing this, Sanji was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that speaking these philosophical words should be an experienced chef.

But when Sanji followed the voice and found that the other party was a boy who was not much different from his own age, he suddenly turned his nose in anger.

"What right do you have to preach to me?"

Chapter 10 The Test from the Marshal of the Warring States Period

"What right do you have to preach to me?"

Sanji's temper is like a powder keg, it will explode at a touch.

Especially in the culinary art which I have always regarded as very important, I can't tolerate others pointing fingers.

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

Originally, he was only kind enough to mention a few words to the other party, so why did he provoke the other party?

For children with such problems, normal people's thinking can't figure it out at all.

Fortunately, Yang Ming's dissatisfaction was somewhat alleviated by the system's reminder in his mind.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines in Spirit of the Halberd Eater and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

Before Yang Ming could make a choice, a middle-aged man wearing a white chef uniform appeared at the door.

The middle-aged man has a vicissitudes of life on his face, and he can tell at a glance that he is a person who has experienced a lot of weather.

He wore a tall chef's hat on his head, two beards on his upper lip were twisted into twists, his right leg was amputated and fitted with a wooden prosthesis. Sanji scolded:

"Sanji, I don't remember, I taught you to treat guests with this attitude!"

"Why don't you hurry up and apologize to the guests?"

Zhepu's words seem to have a counterproductive effect, arousing Sanji's rebellious psychology.

Sanji turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

"well!"

Zhepu was angry and anxious, and finally turned into a sigh.

The great pirate who once sailed through the great waterway recognized Garp as a well-known naval hero as soon as he saw Garp. The young man who can be brought by his side probably also has a very close relationship with him. unusual relationship.

Zhepu didn't dare to offend at all, and didn't even dare to neglect in the slightest.

Zhe Pu, who has been straight all the year round, bowed slightly, and put on the most sincere low posture, saying:

"I'm sorry, two guests, to surprise you."

He turned sideways and made a gesture of please.

Garp raised his eyelids and took a quick look at the other party.

The wanted criminals from all over the world are recorded in the naval headquarters, and one of the compulsory courses for every admiral is to keep every wanted criminal firmly in mind. .

Although Garp's face is a little different from the one on the wanted poster, a little more downcast and decadent, Garp still recognizes that it is Zhepu, the former captain of the chef pirates known as the "red foot", and offers a reward Gold is as high as 60 million Baileys.

But soon, Garp lowered his lower eyelids, pretending not to know each other.

It was not easy for him to ask for leave from the Warring States Period to go back to his hometown in Donghai, so he didn't want to work overtime during the holiday.

Isn't it a good day to lie on a beach chair and read beauty magazines and enjoy family fun with your children and grandchildren?

Karp is not an introverted madman like Yang Ming, of course he can fish when he can, and he still gets his salary anyway!

Yang Ming, together with Karp, just stepped into the dining room with one foot, when he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled by force.

Yang Ming looked back, and saw Sanji staring at him stubbornly.

When it comes to chefs and cooking, Sanji is more stubborn than ordinary people.

In the eyes of ordinary people, such a person is either a genius or a lunatic, a type of person that is not recognized by the world.

Yang Ming glanced at the prizes just drawn on the lottery roulette, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Didn't you just ask me, what qualifications do I have to preach to you?"

Yang Ming rolled up his sleeves and looked towards Zhepu:

"Boss, borrow the kitchen of your restaurant on the sea."

[Civilian Cuisine]: It comes from the lifelong learning of Xing Ping Chuangzhen, the hero who eats the halberd, and possesses the superb culinary skills of turning ordinary ingredients into magical ones.

The moment Yang Ming received this prize, all kinds of culinary knowledge emerged in his mind, as if he had spent eighteen springs, summers, autumns and winters, spending countless days and nights pondering his cooking skills.

Garp paused, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"Yang Ming, don't be brave."

"Teacher, don't underestimate the culinary skills I learned in the warship kitchen!"

Yang Ming raised his hands, and with a confident face, he entered the kitchen led by Zhe Pu.

Zhepu folded his arms around his chest, looked at this boy who was not much different from Sanji's age with a stern look, and felt a little disapproving.

"Even if I teach you hand in hand, Sanji's cooking is unsightly. What kind of cooking can this boy cook?"

In Zapp's view, this was mostly a battle of spirits among young people.

Zhepu secretly planned in his heart that in order to prevent Garp from venting his anger on him and Sanji later, he might as well let Sanji act a little more exaggeratedly and bow his head and admit defeat.

The kitchen of the restaurant on the sea is very tidy. Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of internal organs and all kinds of kitchen utensils.

The moment Yang Ming picked up the kitchen knife, Zhepu's eyes suddenly changed.

"This is……"

Under Zhepu's amazed eyes, Yang Ming's knife skills are very good, just like a seasoned chef who has been immersed in cooking for many years, his movements are like flowing water, slicing ham sausage, and scallion.

Yang Ming turned around and turned on the stove, heated the bottom of the pot with high heat, poured the oil, and then stir-fried the eggs, rice, ham sausage, green onion and other condiments one by one.

The small body seems to live in the spirit of a great chef. The hand holding the handle of the pot is always steady, and he is very good at turning the pot. When the ingredients are flying in the air, the egg liquid gradually fills up each grain. The rice is wrapped tightly, forming a golden rice with a good color and fragrance!

A bowl of seemingly ordinary fried rice with eggs came out of the pan, and the rich aroma could not be restrained.

"smell good!"

The noses of all the people present twitched, and the gluttons in their stomachs were immediately aroused.

No matter how proud Sanji is, he has to hold his nose and admit that the young man in front of him is far better than himself in cooking.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Before Yang Ming could stop him, Karp unceremoniously scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and put it into his mouth.

At this moment, Garp's astonishment was no less than that of Zapp and Sanji.

Tell me, this is a culinary art that you stole from a warship kitchen?

This is outrageous!

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound of clothes being ripped, and Garp felt that his whole soul began to sublimate.

The egg liquid evenly covers each plump rice, so that each grain of rice can fully absorb the essence of the egg liquid, and you can feel the aroma of ham sausage and chopped green onion constantly stimulating the taste buds.

It was obviously just an ordinary home-cooked dish, but Yang Ming insisted on making it a five-star dish.

"What a delicious egg fried rice!"

Cap put down the spoon, belatedly feeling a chill in his upper body.

Yang Ming watched Garp frantically picking up the broken clothes, and felt extremely speechless in his heart.

The delicacy in the spirit of eating halberds will explode after eating, but I didn't expect it to be inherited here.

Yang Ming secretly guessed that this may be due to the culinary art called civilian cuisine in his mind.

After a small episode, Yang Ming was finally able to enjoy the cuisine of the sea restaurant in peace.

Pan-fried steak with black pepper, grilled lamb over coal fire, seafood risotto, baked lobster with cheese, and panna cotta, each of which brings together the chef's focus and cooking skills, bringing out the unique delicacy of the ingredients, presenting an unbelievable The smell of forgetfulness.

Zhepu is worthy of being a famous chef on the Great Channel, and the dishes cooked by him himself are really a feast for Yang Ming.

What surprised Yang Ming even more was that these carefully cooked dishes, after being absorbed by the Liuku Immortal Thieves, transformed more qi than ordinary dishes.

"Could it be that the better you eat, the stronger you become?"

Yang Ming muttered to himself.

"It seems that I will have to find a chef in the future."

"Of course, except for old men and brats, it's best to find a good-looking cook."

After a full meal, Yang Ming embarked on the voyage again.

This time, the warship did not linger too much in the East China Sea, and returned to the great channel at full speed.

When Garp took Yang Ming out of the East China Sea, the pirates who were overwhelmed by the naval heroes immediately cheered. Xingqing, the great plague god, finally left, and emerged from their hiding places one after another.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Yang Ming stood on the bow of the dog's head, looking at a huge building in front of him.

There is a tall white wall on the island. Thousands of naval soldiers and hundreds of artillery are stationed on the wall. Among the four walls is a huge cylindrical fortress, which is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. The Japanese-style building is the highest command post of the Navy Headquarters, which is also the office of the Marshal of the Warring States Period.

On the flagpole, a navy flag rustled in the wind. On the flag was a seagull with a scale in its mouth, and a line of navy characters underneath.

At the pier, a group of naval officers and soldiers lined up.

When the warship approached the pier, a group of naval officers and soldiers stood in line to salute.

Yang Ming followed Garp into the Navy Headquarters. Along the way, people came and went, and everyone was in a hurry, busy everywhere.

Garp walked straight towards the office of the Marshal of the Warring States Period. The surrounding naval officers and soldiers were quite surprised, secretly looking at the young man next to the naval hero, not knowing who he was.

The office door was suddenly opened by Garp, and he sat carelessly opposite Marshal Warring States.

"Warring States, I want to ask you something."

The Marshal of the Warring States Period was dressed in a marshal's costume, with a series of meritorious badges on his left chest, highlighting the great achievements he had made. Only the seagull on the hat destroyed his majestic image.

"Karp." The Warring States Marshal took off the round mirror to wipe it, and said helplessly, "How many times have I told you to knock on the door before entering the office!"

Garp raised his legs and even had time to pick his nose.

The Marshal of the Warring States knew the temperament of this old friend, so he didn't pay much attention to it. His eyes fell on Yang Ming. He was always resourceful, and soon he knew what Karp was looking for. He said:

"You want this kid to go to the Naval Academy?"

"However, most of the students who enter the Naval Academy are in their teens. He is really too young."

"However, it's rare for Karp to ask me, and I will give this child a chance."

"Tomorrow is the first day of school at the Naval Academy. If he can beat any student among them, I will make an exception and allow him to enter the Naval Academy."

Chapter 11 The weak have no rights and no choice

In 1511 of the Haiyuan calendar, spring.

This year is destined to be recorded in the development history of the Navy.

On the huge playground specially designated by the Navy Headquarters, hundreds of naval cadets are running around the playground.

A purple-haired middle-aged man was leading the way. From time to time, he glanced back at the students and shouted angrily:

"Did you not eat in the morning? You run so weakly, why don't you hurry up?"

After leaving this sentence, the purple-haired middle-aged man suddenly accelerated.

This middle-aged strong man wears a navy cloak on his shoulders, his upper body is shirtless, showing his muscles. He has gone through hundreds of battles, big and small, and he has many healed scars on his body, which makes him look much stronger. A bit of a sense of might.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, black-armed Zefa.

23 years ago, after Zefa's family was killed by pirates, Zefa retired to the second line and became the chief instructor of the Naval Academy, responsible for training the new generation of navy.

After running for 42 kilometers in a row, Zefa didn't blush and his heart beat, but exhausted the naval cadets behind him.

Except for a few naval cadets who were able to keep breathing evenly without much effort, most of the naval cadets put their hands on their knees and panted heavily.