I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 132
"Papa!" The slap made Commander Wang see his childhood in a trance.

Only when he came back to his senses and the burning tingling sensation on his cheek subsided did he suddenly wake up and looked at Zhang Jun in front of him in horror: "Wait! What are you going to do!"

"doing what?"

Zhang Jun turned his head and saw the kitchen knife on the chopping board. He stretched out his palm and gently grabbed it with his tempered hand. The kitchen knife immediately flew up and was held in Zhang Jun's hand.

"What did you just say, cut me into pieces and feed them to the beasts in the fourth floor dungeon, right?"

"No, no, no, I misunderstood, I misunderstood, my hero, please forgive me, my hero, please forgive me, you are so noble. I have a young man at the top, an old man at the bottom, and an 80-year-old wife in the middle. Please spare me."

I don’t know whether it was because he was slapped in the face, or because General Wang’s knowledge was limited, or because he was too nervous and his last words were garbled.

"Answer a few questions for me first."

Zhang Jun put the kitchen knife on Commander Wang's neck: "Tell me where exactly this boat is going and when it will arrive at its destination!"

"Do not……"

Commander Wang instinctively wanted to say he didn't know, but the tip of Zhang Jun's knife was already pressed against his neck.

Those cold eyes stared at him without any emotion at all. Manager Wang had to believe that if he said he didn't know, the knife would really be inserted into his throat in the next moment.

"I only know one legend."

Commander Wang slowly told the story he knew.

Legend has it that there is a boat in the world that can cross the sea of ​​suffering and send people to the other shore, but it will also bring about countless disasters and ominousness. Many strange boat passengers will quietly arrive and disappear quietly. Unless the end is found, no one will ever be alive. Get off this boat. "

This is a story, more like a fable.

Many people know it, including the owner of this ship, Mr. Du.

"So, only Mr. Du knows the true purpose and direction."

"Then please introduce this Master Du to me."

"Well... Mr. Du usually doesn't meet outsiders, don't, don't, don't use the knife, I haven't finished yet, but he loves food very much. As long as the food you cook is delicious, you can meet Du grown ups."

Obviously, Mr. Du is also an old foodie.

Zhang Jun nodded and put away the knife in his hand: "In this case, I will become the cook."

He felt that this was a way. In fact, with his methods, he could just force his way all the way to see Mr. Du.

But Zhang Jun didn't want to do this. This competitive match was far more interesting than he thought. He didn't want to use such crude methods to ruin the experience of this competitive match.

More importantly, Zhang Jun didn't believe that Mr. Du was able to sit on this nightmare ferry, so how could he be an ordinary person.

If they were to kill them along the way, it would be counterproductive.

"But... Mr. Du has very picky tastes!" Commander Wang huddled up in a corner and reminded in a low voice.

"Ok!"

Zhang Jun nodded, put on his kitchen skirt, and began to prepare a decent meal for Mr. Du.

Cook? ?
Is it difficult? ?

Refining alchemy is no problem, and cooking is a piece of cake for Zhang Jun. He rolled up his sleeves, raised his head, and seemed to be looking in the direction of the arena: "It's time to show off your real skills."

As he spoke, he took out the instant noodles he had brought with him from his storage bag.

After all, when I came back from reality this time, among the snacks I brought with me, instant noodles were the most popular.

But since he was going to meet the owner of the boat, Zhang Jun might as well add some fresh vegetables as much as possible to at least make the noodles look better.

After all, packaging is also part of gourmet food.

"But... having said that, this ship has been drifting at sea for so long. How do you replenish these vegetables and fresh water?"

Zhang Jun looked at the fresh vegetables in his hands and turned back to look at the fat black man in the corner.

"I don't know either. I heard that there is some soil on the third layer. It may have been planted by slave workers."

"I heard? Maybe??" Zhang Jun looked even more confused. As the commander-in-chief of this ship, this fat black man had the right to mobilize all the guards on this ship.

If this boat was compared to a small county in reality, then this fat black man would at least be the chief of the county police station.

With such great power, when he talked about the third level of the ship, his tone was that he had heard of it, maybe, which meant that he had never been to the third level at all.

A loser who doesn't even understand his own situation, what else can Zhang Jun say?
In addition to being disappointed, I couldn't help but think about finding an opportunity to go to the third floor to have a look.

Seemingly aware of his failure, the fat black man was still trying to defend himself.

"The third floor is too chaotic. Those damn slaves are disobedient and the environment there is untenable. So as long as they can complete the normal operation of the treasure ship, we will not rush into the third floor to disturb them. "

Regardless of whether the fat man's words are true or false, there must be some moisture in them, but they may not all be false.

Now it seems that the problems on this ship are far more complicated than I thought. "What about the fourth floor? I heard that there is a cell down there, where a demon is imprisoned."

"Yes, there is a barred window on the third floor where you can throw leftovers. No one dares to go in. If you go in, you can't get out.

The only person who can really enter and leave the fourth floor at will is Mr. Du. "

It seems that to find out all the sources of the matter, we still need to meet Mr. Du.

Zhang Jun boiled the water, threw the instant noodles in, added fresh vegetables and seasonings, and stirred slowly, a strong aroma soon spread out from the pot.

The audience in the arena were also greatly shocked by this.

Discussing with each other, what on earth is this thing, is it so convenient? ?
"Kind of like dried noodles."

"No, the dried noodles are soft and have almost no elasticity after being cooked. But look at the noodles, which are smooth in color and full of elasticity. Is this because they are undercooked?"

"What are those packages of stuff? Bean paste? Just boil it? What does it taste like, and you dare to call it gourmet food? Isn't it going to eat people to death?"

Everyone's incomprehension about instant noodles made them start to make random guesses.

Fu Caisheng couldn't sit still now.

How could Fu Caisheng, an instant noodle master, endure this?

"You look down on me now, but I will make you look down on me later!"

So he stood up, turned around and went out to find bowls and chopsticks, saying that he wanted to show these bastards the deliciousness of instant noodles.

Soon, Zhang Jun's noodles were ready.

The aroma of Kang Meifu's old-style beef noodles soon filled the kitchen.

Even the fat black man who didn't think highly of Zhang Jun couldn't help but raise his head at this moment, looked at the bowl of noodles, and couldn't help swallowing.

He swore that this was definitely the most fragrant bowl of noodles he had ever smelled.

Zhang Jun wanted to eat a bowl first, but when he looked up and saw the fat black man in the corner, he waved to him: "Would you like to try it?"

"I!!"

"Can you?"

General Manager Wang was asking if it was okay, but he still stood up honestly and reached out to take the chopsticks handed over by Zhang Jun.

Looking at the noodles in the bowl, General Manager Wang couldn't help but swallow. He had never seen such delicious food. The aroma of this noodles was simply indescribable.

Immediately ignoring his swollen face, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

"It looks delicious."

"Definitely. This is the sea, and pasta is a rare species. Even if it's not delicious, it still tastes delicious."

"Why do I feel like this noodle tastes like beef!"

"Don't tell me, I seem to have smelled it. It really smells like beef."

The sound of "prickly, prickly" can be heard constantly when eating noodles. Just by hearing this sound, you can tell that this noodle must be very strong.

Just by looking at it, someone discovered that someone was really eating noodles nearby.

When I looked back, I realized that Lao Fu was actually sitting in the corner with a bowl of instant noodles and started to devour it.

A strong aroma wafted over.

I believe most people would be disgusted to smell the smell of instant noodles on the train, because the smell is really strong.

But for these people who have never eaten instant noodles, this taste... Just smelling it, it feels so fragrant that it makes your mouth water.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and came forward to talk to Lao Fu.

Lao Fu was not stingy and took out a pack directly: "The method is the one made by my shop owner. If it's inconvenient for you, just soak it in boiling water like me. What's the price... I only have ten packs here, what's your price?" The one with the highest will get it.”

As soon as Lao Fu said this, several people here couldn't sit still. In order to experience the fun of instant noodles on the spot, everyone started bidding.

Ten packs of instant noodles were finally sold at a sky-high price of eight thousand spirit stones, which almost made Lao Fu's jaw drop.

Even though Lao Fu is not short of money now, looking at the eight thousand spirit stones he got, it feels like a dream.

Isn’t this money very profitable? ?
But suddenly, Lao Fu's expression changed, and he thought about it for a moment. Eight thousand spirit stones, that is, a pack of instant noodles with eight hundred spirit stones, he actually ate as a meal every day...

"hiss!!!"

Thinking of this, Lao Fu suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart.

"This... is so damn luxurious!!"

(End of this chapter)