Pirates: Start by rejecting the redhead's invitation

Sanji didn't expect Lin Mo to come to him.

Even if he looked for it, he actually broke a plate...

This made him angry.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sanji said unhappily, "Thanks to you, I broke a plate!"

Lin Mo said with a smile: "Did I break it with my own hands?"

Sanji was stunned for a moment, curled his lips and said, "No..."

Lin Mo: "What does that have to do with me?"

"Huh?" Sanji knew he was in the wrong and could only swallow his unwillingness, "Damn it! You all know how to bully me. Those stinky cooks are like this, that stinky old man is like this, and even you, an outsider, are like this.

All in all, sooner or later, I will definitely impress you!"

At this moment, Paddy angrily opened the door from the kitchen and walked in, complaining as he walked: "A pauper still dares to come to Barati to eat, what a fearless guy!"

The busy cooks burst into laughter.

"Paddy, did you throw someone out the back door again?"

"Hahaha, that's really Paddy's style."

Sanji, on the other hand, stopped washing the dishes when he heard Paddy throwing a pauper who had no money to eat out from behind.

Lin Mo looked at him indifferently.

Based on his understanding of Sanji, this kid would definitely take food secretly and give it to those who have no money to eat.

After all, Sanji couldn't just sit back and watch a hungry person.

As expected.

Sanji secretly took two loaves of bread and a bottle of milk.

When he noticed Lin Mo looking at him, he also made a gesture to Lin Mo to speak individually.

Then, while Paddy and the others were not paying attention, he slipped out of the kitchen.

Lin Mo followed behind him.

Sanji came to the back door deck.

There was a hungry, skinny man lying on his back in despair on the deck.

Without saying a word, Sanji placed the bread and milk next to the man.

"Eat." Sanji sat next to him and stared at the man and said.

The man turned his head weakly and glanced at him. He tremblingly picked up the bread and milk that Sanji had placed beside him and wolfed them down without hesitation.

After eating, he turned to Sanji with tears streaming down his face: "Thank you, thank you so much, I almost thought I was going to starve to death in this sea."

Sanji grinned and asked, "It feels good to have something to eat."

The man nodded and smiled: "Yes, for the first time, I feel that having something to eat is a very happy thing. I really don't know how to thank you."

"There is no need to thank you. Food is a treasure given to us by nature. You just need to promise me that you will not waste food even if your life is rich in the future."

"Okay, I promise you!"

"Yeah." Sanji nodded, turned around and walked back.

When he came up the spiral staircase.

Lin Mo was leaning against the wall next to the stairs on the second floor.

Seeing Sanji walking past him, he said, "Hot food is better than dry bread."

Sanji suddenly stopped.

Lin Mo's words were like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart.

"Hey! What do you know!" Sanji couldn't help but said angrily, "I also want to cook for those hungry people, but the food I cook is terrible! That smelly old man just doesn't want to teach me, I

It’s also very distressing!”

"Ha." Lin Mo sneered.

Sanji gritted his teeth angrily: "You are laughing at me! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

"With your understanding, why should Zhepu teach you?"

"What!" Sanji was shaking with anger, "You guy, do you want to fight?"

As he spoke, Sanji rushed towards Lin Mo and punched him directly.

Lin Mo ducked sideways.

Sanji hit the wooden wall behind Lin Mo with his fist, causing him to stomp on the spot in pain.

Lin Mo was speechless.

It seems that this kid hasn't started learning leg skills yet...

Are you still fighting with your hands?

A chef's hands are used for cooking.

A good chef should fight with his legs.

That's what happened to Zhepu.

The same is true for future Sanji.

It's just that he was too slow to wake up.

While Lin Mo was disgusted, he suddenly had an idea.

Maybe this is the key to the progress of this check-in task!

Think of this.

Lin Mo then said: "Does your hand hurt?"

Sanji said angrily: "Nonsense, of course it hurts!"

Lin Mo chuckled and said, "Do you know why Zhepu has never been willing to teach you cooking?"

Sanji was stunned and snorted coldly: "Who knows what that smelly old man is thinking. You are an outsider. Don't tell me that you know why."

"I know."

"Ah?" Sanji couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding? How long have you known that stinky old man? How could you possibly know!"

"What is your dream?"

"Hey, why are you asking?" Although Sanji was dissatisfied, he still answered Lin Mo honestly, "I want to surpass that stinky old man, and then wait for the stinky old man for a hundred years before I go to sea to find all blue."

Allblue is a place that Sanji has always longed for. It is the place where the four seas meet. It is said that it has all the ingredients from the four seas. It is a paradise that all chefs dream of.

Sanji's eyes brighten when he talks about allblue.

Lin Mo said indifferently.

Sanji was immediately brought back to reality: "What do you mean by being so perfunctory?"

"What qualifications do people who only know how to complain all day long have the right to talk about dreams?"

"Uh? You bastard! You don't know anything at all!" Sanji clenched his fist and hit Lin Mo again.

This time, Lin Mo did not dodge: "Hands are the most important thing for a chef, right? If they are injured, do you plan to cook with your feet?"

Sanji's fist stopped less than five centimeters away from Lin Mo's face.

Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued: "Guys who can't even work hard are not qualified to talk about dreams."

After finishing speaking, Lin Mo walked around and prepared to walk around Barati to familiarize himself with the road here.

Anyway, he said everything that needed to be said.

In his impression, Sanji was not a very savvy person.

You should be able to understand him quickly.

Sanji looked at his hands, then looked at Lin Mo's retreating back, and couldn't help but ask: "What did you want to tell me with those words just now?"

Lin Mo didn't even look back and said calmly: "Find it yourself."

Sanji stared blankly at Lin Mo walking away, then looked down at his hands again.

Scenes from the past came to mind.

It seemed that he had never seen that smelly old man Zhepu fight with his hands.

Whenever someone comes to cause trouble, or teaches the cooks who have done something wrong, the smelly old man will kick them with his feet!

yes!

Hands are the life of a chef!

How can you fight with your hands?

Sanji clenched his fists and said excitedly: "It's decided, from now on, I won't fight with my hands anymore!"

After finishing speaking, he began to ponder some other words Lin Mo said.

A guy who only knows how to complain and can't even work hard...

Is he really such a bad person?

He obviously works very hard, right?

In the past few months, he had been working hard every day washing dishes and cleaning for Bharati. Why didn't he work harder?

Forehead...

etc!

A sudden jolt.

Sanji was sweating profusely on his forehead.

"Ah, what on earth have I been doing these past few months!"