through the dark road

Chapter 440: My Fanaticism

Mutton stewed noodles with thick soup and tender meat are put into huge bowls, which are dotted with green leafy vegetables, carrots, and fungus, sprinkled with coriander powder, and served on the table with a little flour left.

Because there is no MSG, Mo Bei added some mushroom stewed chicken soup at the final seasoning, and the two soups collided together, bursting out a heady aroma.

The stomachs of the people who had been starving for a long time were growling one after another, but no one felt embarrassed. They all looked at the mackerel dumplings floating in the cauldron with longing eyes.

"It's floating!" Perona shouted with bright eyes.

"Not yet." Mo Bei mercilessly poured a small half bowl of cold water down, and the dumplings that had just emerged dormant as the water in the pot subsided, and Perona couldn't help but twist her face.

This is the second time I have poured cold water into it!

She seriously suspected that Mo Bei was procrastinating on purpose!But he has no right to speak in this regard, so he can only swallow his saliva and continue to wait.

Seeing that her face was like a dumpling in a pot, Mo Bei couldn't help laughing a little when she saw that her face was like a dumpling in a pot. He poured another half a bowl of water into it, closing her eyes and humming twice as if extinguishing all the hope in her eyes.

The rest of the people also let out an anxious sigh of "Hi..."

The fire was very hot, and a large pot of water was boiling softly in a blink of an eye, and every dumpling became swollen again.

Although the shapes are too rich, there are very few leaks. Firstly, his technique of kneading the dough and rolling the skin is quite good, and secondly, the three girls have sufficient hands, grasp the strength properly, and seal tightly.

Mo Bei finally stopped adding water this time, picked up a large colander and scooped up all the cooked dumplings, drained the water twice and poured it into a glass plate as big as the lid of the pot. The dumplings shrank as soon as they came out of the pot, and the surface became There are some wrinkles, but the delicious soup is locked in it.

A table of people finally sat down after working for nearly two hours. There was no talking and laughing while making dumplings just now, only the sound of concentrating on eating. .

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Kaaaaaaa..."

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Hoo.. Hoo.. Hoo..."

"Any more?"

"Yes! The water is boiling, and the dumplings will continue!"

"Are you firing anti-halo? Isn't your mouth hot? Eat so fast..."

"I'm crazy!"

"..."

Alkanas' crooked cooks are really limited, probably because Conrad has never stayed in the mining city for a long time before, so no one cares about this issue.

Although it can be seen that he is trying to make food that satisfies the owner, the cooking method in this world is relatively simple, the seasoning is relatively scarce, and the food culture is relatively withered.

The food prepared for these guards was even simpler and cruder. Akali and the others who ate food in Alkanas for more than a month felt like they had returned to the life before they met Mo Bei.

They can't complain yet, because they are afraid that if they say a word, the future of several cooks will be uncertain. Until now, they have finally been healed by delicious food.

The meal was like a storm, the dining table was like a battlefield, no one was polite to anyone, and they kept adding bowls and refills until they had eaten all the prepared food, and then they died down and began to chew slowly , and set up drinks and refreshments.

A job changer eats a lot, even a girl. The stomach seems to be connected to the inventory space. If you force it, you can eat several meals, and then continue to fight for two or three days. It’s not a problem. You just need to drink some water It will be able to maintain its fighting power.

But hunger and fatigue will always be accompanied by it, which can only be endured or passively ignored. Needless to say, it is hard.

Everyone's level of perseverance is different, so there are not many job-changers who can fight with all their strength in a state close to the limit, and even perform supernormally. The barbarians of Harrogath are very talented in this respect. Known as the fighting machine that is best at turning against the wind.

Just imagine, when you feel that an evenly matched opponent is finally about to run out of gas, and you just show a little slack in the state you are trying to maintain, but you are forcibly taken away by the opponent, it is really not a temper to lose, or There was no chance to feel remorse at all, being beheaded on the spot.

It's reasonable for those big guys to eat too much, but what puzzled a few people is Perona's appetite. I haven't seen her grow any taller in the past two years, but she is the No. 1 cooked meal!
From this, Mo Bei is more certain of a rule, relying on brainpower to output output consumes more energy than chopper players like them!

Ned was quite hit by this. He was also a mage, and he was a good guy who couldn't even eat that little girl like Perona.According to Mo Bei's theory, the gap is really embarrassing.

Alvin comforted him in a rare way:
"I think, your damage output is probably a fraction of Perona's. It's pretty good to have half of her appetite, so there's no need to be discouraged."

Ned was very angry, and he pulled Alvin and said that he would go out for a duel, but the two of them disappeared after going out, and they never came back for a long time.

"They...have they gone into the city?" Milo asked inexplicably. She herself doesn't want to move anymore anyway, and she really doesn't understand why the two of them ran out without taking a break.

Mo Bei recalled the performance of the two on the airship before, knowing that these two guys must have gone out to open up the battlefield again, he hesitated and said:
"...Probably because we haven't been in the harbor for a long time, so we went to the tavern to listen to the news and see if there is anything new."

"That's right..." Milor nodded, seeing Perona finished the last plate of snacks, rolled up all kinds of tableware on the table with telekinesis and walked towards the sink, stretched her arms lazily, and got up to help.

Akali, who had a different understanding of the relationship between the two, also recovered from the trance, picked up the tablecloth and began to clean the dining table and stove.

Mo Bei habitually put all kinds of kitchen waste and some things that he was too lazy to clean up into the inventory, and continued to maintain the bad habit of having a huge inventory space, and then clapped his hands and leaned out the window.

"Hey...still eating..."

He saw that the wool was still in place, holding and sucking a small sagefish.

This is quite reassuring. . .

Go back and try its combat effectiveness, maybe it can be used as a combat pet when you go out to practice and bring it with you.

After washing up, he returned to the room and lay down on the bed in the shape of a square. After waiting for a long time, he felt his heart move, and hurriedly got up and opened the door.

The brave paladin of the Bloody Demon King was standing prettyly outside the door at this time, his raised right hand retracted, apparently about to knock on the door, but he didn't expect Mo Bei to hear the movement in advance.

"I don't have time to explain, get in the car!"

Akali almost let out a soft cry, but was lifted high into his arms by Mo Bei, closed the door, opened the isolation circle, and both rolled onto the couch.

Mo Bei only felt a smooth and tender touch from his chest. The wonderful feeling caused the rapid secretion of dopamine, and his body seemed to be cheering excitedly.

Just as he was about to shift into high speed, he saw Akali's body froze, and he raised his eyes to look out the window, and immediately followed her gaze, and was immediately speechless.

Wool did not know when a bundle of spider silk was hanging upside down outside the window, curled up, but four pairs of eyes of different sizes were also staring at them curiously.

Seeing Mo Bei's view, it stretched out its toes and flicked the bright crystal that was no longer lit, which made Mo Bei's expression twitch again.

It seems that something is wrong with the master's mood, it seems. . .Don't want to let yourself stare?
The clever wool immediately understood, and gently scraped the bundle of spider silk with its jointed limbs, and the curled body slowly turned half a circle, as if turning its back, as if to say:

I don't want to see it, hurry up and help me brighten this up.

(End of this chapter)