Food Poems

Chapter 4 I won’t eat Warcraft!

By the river, smoke rises.

Gray looked in the direction of the noble boy.

He stood beside the oil pan on the fire, processing the ingredients on top of the wooden barrel, his profile focused. The slender hand holding the knife handle looked even more beautiful under the golden light of the setting sun.

Yeats cut the chicken legs of the chicken beast into pieces, coated them with egg liquid and wheat flour, and fried them in a pan.

Then peel and debone the snake tail, add tomatoes, green peppers and other vegetables, skewer them on wooden skewers and start grilling.

[Fried Snake Chicken Leg: 1 star. Fried chicken legs are made from chicken legs taken from snake chicken beasts. The chicken legs are crispy and juicy. After eating, you will temporarily gain a reduction in stamina consumption (small)]

[Assorted Snake Tail Skewers: 1 star. The tails of the snake chicken beasts are cut off and grilled with vegetables. The flavor is unique. After eating, you will temporarily increase your poison resistance (small)]

Ye Zhi looked at the instructions in front of him and pondered for a moment.

This should be the effect mentioned in the talent description, which provides additional benefits to food.

It seems that the higher the quality of the ingredients and the higher the star rating of the dish, the stronger the benefit it provides.

If we use the ancient dragon meat mentioned by Gray to make dishes...

Yeats shook his head quickly.

If you don’t want to die, you’d better give up this dangerous idea as soon as possible!
"The snake-chicken beast, a monster with a chicken on one end and a snake on the other. Which side is the head?"

On the other side, Fokasi twirled his white beard and said to Greycop:
"The academic community has been arguing about this for hundreds of years, and still hasn't come up with a unified answer. It's really a puzzling beast!"

"Such a stupid question can be discussed for hundreds of years." Gray hugged her knees, sat on a big rock, and complained, "I think the academic world is so boring and incomprehensible!"

"And - are you really not going to persuade your young master?" Gray's face turned pale and she said nervously, "That's food made by monsters. If you're not careful, you'll get poisoned!"

"This is the first meal that the young master has cooked for me in my life."

With a glimmer in his eyes, Phocas said with emotion:

"What's wrong with taking some antidote after dinner?"

Gray: “…”

I totally don't understand this bond!
Gulu.

I can already hear my stomach growling at me.

Gray sat cross-legged on a large rock, holding her cheek with her hand, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

Should I eat it or not later?
I still don’t want to do that. It’s better to go hungry than to have vomiting and diarrhea.

Warcraft cannot be made into food, this is written into the code.

Well, I’ve decided, I won’t eat a single bite!

Gray nodded and encouraged herself. Suddenly, she smelled a rich fragrance and her mouth started to water.

Looking closely, I saw Ye Zhi coming over with two bowls of steaming rice, with chicken legs and grilled skewers on top. The chicken legs were golden and attractive, and the grilled skewers had a unique aroma.

"I know the answer, Phocas."

As a food spirit, Ye Zhi is already a man at the top of the food chain and is well aware of the characteristics of magical beasts.

"Oh? Master, what's the answer?"

"The serpent-chickenmon is an egg-laying animal. Which side is the head depends on which side breaks out of the shell first, the chicken head or the snake head. So each serpent-chickenmon is different from the other."

Yeats said calmly: "This is why the academic community is arguing endlessly!"

Furcas and Gray looked shocked.

Such a damn obscure piece of knowledge!

She was obviously hungry enough. She was roasted on the fire as a witch in the morning, and now she had to listen to knowledge that was so cold that it froze her... Grey had a lost expression and put her hand on her belly. Her stomach was also rumbling at this time.

At this moment, a bowl of fragrant grilled skewer and chicken leg rice appeared in front of her.

"Eat it." Ye Zhi said with a smile, "This is a Warcraft delicacy that I made using my food talent. It tastes first-rate."

Gray swallowed involuntarily.

The hot rice is topped with a layer of scrambled eggs and garnished with chopped green onions. The golden chicken legs and assorted grilled skewers exude a fragrant aroma.

However, when the strange, stitched-together appearance of the Cockatrice came to mind, Gray's expression turned ugly again.

"Take it away. I won't eat food made with monsters."

Gray crossed her arms and protested, "There is no clause in our employment contract that forces you to eat. I am very sure of that!"

Yeats shrugged and didn't force it.

Turning around, I found Phocas holding the bowl of rice, looking up at a 45-degree angle, with tears in his eyes, as if he was praying to the sky, muttering to himself.

"Master, did you see that? The young master can cook for himself and has even awakened his talent for eating..."

He was originally a famous playboy who relied on his father, the Earl, to do evil.

Fokasse was the guardian knight of the Bronti family. His life was saved by his father in his early years, and he also rescued Yeats, who was still a baby at the time, from a group of kidnappers.

Although the original body was a newborn, any dog ​​passing by would be kicked by him.

But he showed respect to the steward, and they had a close relationship, which was why Phocas accompanied him to the fiefdom.

"Eat now, Phocas, it will taste bad if it gets cold," Yeats advised.

"Understood, young master." Phocas took out a small bottle of antidote from his arms and put it aside for use under Ye Zhi's silent gaze.

He immediately picked up the snake skewer and took a decisive bite with an expression as if he had no regrets in his life.

He froze suddenly.

"This... is delicious, Master."

Fokasi calmed down and commented with a sense of shock and dismay:
"It doesn't have any monster smell at all, and it's even tastier than regular skewers."

Ye Zhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said proudly: "That's right, I am a big shot in the profession of life."

Gray had no idea what Yeats was talking about, but after staring at Fokasse for a long time, she didn't see anything unusual about him.

Plus, she was really hungry, so Grey just gave it a go, closed her eyes, grabbed the chicken leg, and bit into it hard.

呲.

Crispy batter, juicy and tender chicken.

Gray's eyes showed astonishment.

She exclaimed softly: "This chicken leg is delicious."

It was so unexpected.

"You didn't expect that monsters would taste like this, right, Miss Grey?" the housekeeper said with a smile.

"Mmmmm, very juicy!"

Gray's eyes sparkled as she took another big bite of the fried chicken leg.

Ye Zhi glanced at her sideways: "Didn't you say that you wouldn't eat food made with monsters?"

Gray wiped her mouth, her cheeks slightly red, and said stubbornly:

"I was just too hungry this time. Next time, I will definitely not eat it again."

Ye Zhi: “…”

The trash Dragonborn always finds an excuse!

Ye Zhi also served himself a portion and enjoyed it while standing, his eyes shining slightly.

Mm, it’s delicious indeed.

If it were the flesh of an ancient dragon...

Damn it, forget it! It's too dangerous and not worth it!

Ye Zhi savored the delicious food carefully, looked at the gradually rising night, and said calmly:
"Rest early after eating and conserve your energy. We will definitely encounter other magical beasts along the way."

Gray ate voraciously, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster, and said vaguely:
"Yeah, got it!"

Eat and drink enough.

Phocas went to the river to wash the dishes.

Gray volunteered to help.

"No need to trouble you, Miss Grey." Fokasi was in a good mood, smiling. Today the young master really impressed him.

"No way." Gray rolled up her sleeves and said, "Leave it to me."

Click!

Gray was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "Sorry, this is the first time I wash this kind of porcelain bowl, I didn't mean it..."

Yeats: "Intentionally?"

"No way!" Gray was embarrassed and angry, and her hands made another crisp sound without paying attention.

"No need to bother you, Miss Grey!" Fokasi forced a smile through his teeth.

Moon stars are rare.

Next to the bright campfire, Phocas unfolded the parchment map and pondered:
"According to the map, we will be crossing a hill tomorrow and may encounter common monsters such as ochre frost monsters and petrified sheep."

Ye Zhi put his hand on his chin and began to think about the specific recipe.

Fokasi pointed to a red circle on the map and said, "According to the annotations provided by the adventurers, bird-like monsters have a habit of building nests in this hill. Some lucky people have found monster pet eggs there."

"It would be great if we could have that kind of luck." Gray had already considered herself a member of the team. She held her cheek and glanced at the map. "Not just any magical beast can be a familiar. A familiar is usually more valuable than an enchanted weapon of the same level."

Magic pet?

Although my talent is powerful, it cannot directly provide combat power.

Now I can't even open one ring.

If you can contract a suitable magical pet and then strengthen it through the spirit of food, you can definitely increase your self-protection ability.

Yeats couldn't help but daydream.

In fact, my requirements for magical pets are not high.

The key is to be cute. Playing with your magical pet in your free time will add more joy to your life.

It can make life in the cold Morning Frost Ridge more colorful!
(End of this chapter)