Collectors in Food Captives

above the cloud.

Zhang Wei witnessed everything that happened in front of him.

"The speed is so fast, not only the movement, but also the nerve response, visual transmission... even the operation technique is not bad at all."

Even Zhang Wei's eyes can only just catch up.

Mo Lao said from the side: "This Hongwan is also one of the hermit restaurants. These hermit restaurants are not open to the public and only accept diners with sufficient qualifications."

Really has personality.

However, in this world, even ordinary chefs have a very high status, let alone those who stand at the top of the chef.

To Benimaru's displayed strength, these refugees are nothing at all.

In just 15 minutes, each pot was cooked six times, a total of [-] pots, [-] stir-fries!
And these dishes are very varied, simple ingredients have been matched, at least twenty kinds of dishes are presented, and with the staple food prepared by the assistants, everyone's mouth is full of oil.

The staple food is a flour food made entirely by helpers.

Using a high-temperature iron plate to fry oil and spread some kind of liquid flour slurry, it only takes [-] seconds to become a soft noodle cake.

These noodle cakes are as white as snow, dotted with stars and yellow spots, soft and elastic to the touch, and have a milky aroma when eaten.

"Pancakes!"

Although simple, it is a test of technology.

There is only a small difference between a top chef and an ordinary chef.

At the same time, in another corner of the mainland, fifty miles away from where Zhang Wei placed the hanging pot, there was also a group of refugees who were harassed by gourmet pirates and were heading to the mine of meat.

only.

There is a problem with their orientation.

The old man in the lead wore a bamboo hat, looked at the sky and said, "It's strange, why is the scenery here different from the drawing?"

Another person said: "Maybe the drawing is too long, and the scenery is normal for a year."

"No, if vegetation can change, can mountains and rivers also change? It must be the wrong way."

"Then... what do we do now?"

"Return the same way!"

The crowd stopped and said: "This is not possible! Clan elders, the rations consumed during this journey are almost the same. If we go back the same way, the food will definitely not be enough. If we want not to starve to death halfway, we even need to abandon some women and children... ..."

The old man in the bamboo hat seemed very dignified, and immediately said: "Now there are wars everywhere, and within a thousand miles, the only place that can provide food to feed these hundreds of thousands of people is the Mining Meat Crypt! If you don't turn around...there are ten people here one!"

"Clan elder!"

"I have made up my mind!"

As he said that, the old man in the bamboo hat stomped his feet, and the ground was cracked layer by layer. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary old man.

At this moment, the old man in the bamboo hat felt a chill in his back, and said in a gloomy voice: "That's impossible! If we turn around, what shall we do?"

The old man in the bamboo hat let out a wave of anger, looking at his attacker.

Black Cha Dolma!

He has always been a young man whom he holds in high regard, but why did he sneak attack him?
Surrounding all around, everyone's eyes are full of killing intent.

"You... what are you doing?"

Hei Chazhuoma licked the blood stains on the dagger: "Don't blame us, the elders, we just want to live comfortably in this fucking world!"

"What's the meaning!"

Hei Chazhuoma pointed to a group of people and said: "A long time ago, people from the Western Continent contacted us. There is a need for a lot of piglets on the coast. One head can sell for 600 Baileys!"

"Look carefully, there are tens of thousands of people here. As long as we do this, all of us can live a life of eating whatever we want!"

Hei Chazhuoma's expression was very manic.

The rest of the senior executives were also dark-faced, obviously they knew about this for a long time.

Hei Chazhuoma continued: "The slave ship here is [-] kilometers away from the coastline, I can't let you ruin our plan!"

"It turns out that... the large army went in the wrong direction, and it was all arranged by you."

"No!"

Hei Chazhuoma pointed to the surrounding crowd and said, "It should be said that we arranged it together!"

The old man in the bamboo hat roared angrily, and steam burst out from the wound, and began to heal quickly.

It's just that the steam has a hint of green, obviously the dagger is stained with toxin.

"Old man, I knew you were stubborn enough a long time ago, but luckily I didn't discuss it with you... Hehehe, now, I have no choice but to get rid of you."

"brute!"

"enough!"

Hei Chazhuoma roared: "I just want to eat delicious food, what's wrong with that? I want to tell you that nothing can stop my enthusiasm for food, I must..."