Eternal food paradise

at the same time.

On the dining table, Ms. Red Dragon bit off large strips of shaved noodles and devoured the imported noodles. Her mouth could not be closed, and her mouth and throat were burning fiercely. She felt that she was violently breathing out dragon breath to defend herself against a powerful enemy.

"Jingle Bell!"

However, the store door was pushed open again at the wrong time.

There is a new guest.

He is a middle-aged man in samurai attire. His name is Tatsugoro. He comes from the Western Continent and is a swordsman by profession.

"Hey, has the store manager been replaced?"

Standing at the door, he took a clear look at the situation at the bar. The samurai's face was full of regret: "It's hard to find a "door" that can still be opened normally. Did the old store manager really have an accident? . "

The new store manager was at the bar, looking up.

The only female guest in a red dress who was sitting upright also turned her head, but something was wrong with her. Her mouth was open, her nose was covered with crystal beads of sweat, and she let out a heavy breath.

Um? !

He noticed a current of air that seemed to burn him clean.

Tatsugoro's face was stern and he flashed quickly.

Especially, when he saw the face of the female guest in the red dress clearly, cold sweat broke out on Tatsugoro's forehead. He was glad that he was agile. Otherwise, how could a mortal body stand up to a giant dragon with the 'power of fire'? Under her breath, the body can still survive intact.

"Madam, are you going to break the rules of the 'Cat House'?" Tatsugoro put his hand on the tachi at his waist, his expression tense.

He really couldn't understand why this red dragon, who was actually the incarnation of the guardian of the rules, suddenly attacked him.

and,

He glanced at the metal bell behind the door.

It seems that the lost "magic artifacts" of the ancient elves did not react at all to the fact that a customer used extraordinary power in the store.

Unexpectedly, the answer to him was just a loud burp:

"belch."

The woman didn't bother to explain anything. When she saw that it was a smelly samurai and an old customer, she turned back with a bored look and said to the new manager at the bar:

“Very interesting food!”

"Just from the 'interesting' aspect, it seems to be much richer than the custom-made beef stew you served me yesterday!"

She was not reserved either. Xiang Xiayan opened her plump lips and showed her mouth openly.

The pink tongue also turned around playfully:

“As I chewed it, the broadside seemed to burst into countless little white lives.”

Madam, be sure not to say such fascinating things!

Xia Yan wanted to complain, but held it back.

In fact, the cooking style he wants to create is really close to "white little life".

It's just that these "jade dragons" are linked to the examination questions of the unparalleled national scholars. In other words, they represent the interests and aspirations of the national scholars.

Like a dragon.

If it weren't for a "waste" and successfully created a recipe, Xia Yan planned to give it such a name.

At the dinner table, the woman was chewing.

Bite after bite.

Sweat increased dramatically on the face and bridge of the nose.

"There are very few foods that can make my tongue and mouth feel the spicy stimulation, and the burning sensation continues to increase one after another..." Putting down the empty bowl, Ms. Red Dragon finished eating the oily noodles, and her lips became even redder. , the oil color is flashing.

There was unabashed appreciation in her eyes, and she changed her tone and took the topic beyond cooking:

"The 'Cat House' has mutated. No matter how you came here, it is impossible for you to go back to the world on the other side of the door."

"You are going to be in contact with our different world for a long time. What do you think? Are you interested in joining me and becoming my 'priest'? Well, it seems that the beloved ones are closer..."

Xia Yan shook his head repeatedly: "Currently, I just want to be the store manager and chef of the 'Cat House'. I don't plan to cook for anyone."

"what ever."

Anyway, for a long time in the past, everyone in the world has assumed that the 'cat house' is their own property, and Ms. Red Dragon did not force it.

After she had eaten and drank enough, she stood up and stretched greatly, showing off her sweat-soaked long skirt that clung to her skin, making her body even more seductively curved. ·

"interesting!"

"One meal is more exercise than War of the Gods! How long has it been since you were so sweaty?"

With a hint of confusion in her eyes, Ms. Red Dragon strode away without leaving any words.

Opposite the "door".

A place beyond the sight of Xia Yan, the maid, and the guests is her base camp, the Dragon's Nest.

"call--"

As soon as he walked out, the dragon wings covered the sky and the sun.

A soaring red dragon appeared in the sky, its body fully stretched and its scales spread out delicately.

Letting the cold hunting wind from high altitude blow on her body, underneath the huge body that makes mortals stunned, there is a charming female voice that has lost all majesty and momentum:

"ah!"

“So comfortable!”

…

In the cat house.

The lady who turned into a red dragon pushed open the door and heard the door gently closing. Tatsugoro, who was huddled in the corner and holding down the sword, gasped heavily.

From beginning to end, the lady didn't explain anything to him.

Of course, now Chengoro has roughly guessed some reasons. It is not the "dragon breath" at all. The invisible air wave and arrogance actually come from the food swallowed in his mouth?

so.

How exciting and burning is the taste of that kind of food, cuisine?

Full of curiosity, Tatsugoro walked to the bar, sat down, raised his hands and said, "Please serve me the same dishes as the lady just had!"

Another "exact same"?

Before Xia Yan could answer, Sarah Gerdo cast a shocked look at the unfamiliar warrior uncle.

She secretly thought, could it be that Lord Swordsman?

From the Western Continent.

That piece of land corresponds to the eastern continent where she is located across the sea. Most of the residents there are yellow people, and there is also the legendary and mysterious kingdom of sand.

As for the Eastern Continent, in addition to the ancient elves who have disappeared and created a glorious history, many residents have more or less the blood of ancient survivors in their bodies, such as half-elves who have lived together with humans, as well as lion-men, lizard-men, etc.

"Well."

Xia Yan replied to the swordsman uncle who had just sat down:

"I don't mind cooking it, but uncle, think about it. Next time the lady hears about it, someone has gotten involved in her 'customized' dishes..."

Xia Yan didn't need to say the second half of the sentence clearly, he just gave the uncle a "you know" look.

Hear the words.

The swordsman's whole body trembled, "Yes, it was me who was abrupt!"

He gave in at the speed of light.

How could a mortal bear the wrath of the Supreme Dragon?

You could tell with your toes that the lady would be furious when she found out about his offending behavior.

"But if you really want to eat pasta, I can make another one."

Xia Yan saw Uncle Jianhao hurriedly waving his hands to refuse, so he added in a funny way:

"You can rest assured that compared to that lady's exclusive, no matter the taste or form, it is completely different!"

So it didn't take long.

When serving the third portion of pasta today to the Jianhao guest who had just arrived, Xia Yan looked at the cooking information that popped up for the third time and was extremely speechless:

"What's going on today?"

"Three consecutive chickens are useless!"