Hunter: You Call This Food Hunter?

Time came to January 1, 1991 in a blink of an eye.

It’s another Hunter exam day.

This time, the Hunter Association set up the examination venue in the Azima Federation, which saved Eaton from traveling to other continents.

According to the address given by the Hunter Association, Eaton came to a mountain forest.

Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked like a good guy came to Eaton with hundreds of people.

At a glance, I saw that there were about three hundred people there.

Eaton couldn't help but complain to the middle-aged uncle: "Uncle Harvey, I just said your assessment was too easy.

A middle-aged uncle named Harvey was the examiner of the first exam.

They, the examiners, had all met before the exam and discussed their respective exam contents with each other.

Harvey has a good-natured character, and the assessment given was not too difficult.

As a result, of the more than 400 people who took the Hunter exam this time, there were still nearly 300 people left after the first round of assessment.

Faced with Eaton's complaint, Harvey rubbed the back of his head and smiled kindly: "This is not my first time as an examiner and I have no experience.

"Besides, we still have you Eaton. Your assessment is not easy."

Eaton thought the same thing, it didn't matter if the first test was simple.

"Uncle, please rest first. I will take over from now on."

Harvey nodded and stepped aside to let Eaton come to the front of the candidates.

Eaton looked around and unexpectedly found a familiar face.

"Hey, Mr. Tonpa! Are you still playing with this?"

Eaton didn't specify what Tonpa was playing. Having this new killer around would make Hunter's exam more fun.

Eaton left a deep impression on Tonpa at first, so Tonpa still remembers this werewolf who instantly killed all the candidates.

Tonpa smiled, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, thinking about whether to quit now?

He didn't want to fall into the hands of this ruthless man.

Before Tonpa could make up her mind, Eaton spoke first: "Don't worry, just take your time and play."

The implication was that he had no intention of exposing Tonpa.

However, Eaton's words also made the candidates present pay attention to Tonpa.

Whether Tonpa can continue to enjoy the fun of eliminating newcomers depends on his own ability.

"Okay, the chatting time is over."

Eaton amplified his voice so that everyone could hear: "Next, I will announce the content of the second exam. That is - cooking!"

As soon as the words fell, the candidates remembered the laughter in the hall.

They had listened to the conversation between Eaton and Harvey and thought the second exam would be difficult.

I didn’t expect it to be cooking.

Many people started laughing.

Of course, some people frowned because they didn't know how to cook.

Eaton ignored the laughter of the candidates and waved out a blackboard with a recipe written on it.

"Don't worry if you don't know how to cook. There are recipes provided by me here. However, you need to obtain the main ingredients yourself in this mountain forest."

"By the way, just a reminder. The exam will last until eight o'clock the next morning, and I will announce the list of successful candidates at that time."

Eaton's operation of removing the blackboard from the stomach space shocked many people.

There are also people who think Eaton is just doing magic and don't take it seriously.

But all the candidates focused on the content on the blackboard.

The above describes a method of roasting chicken in detail.

Everything from how to handle the ingredients to how long it takes to bake is clearly written.

It can be said that anyone can make delicious roast chicken as long as they follow the steps.

(Except General Thunder)

After a cursory look at the recipe, everyone hurried into the forest.

After all, Eaton has said that they need to obtain the main ingredients themselves.

So they have to find chickens in this mountain forest.

What these candidates don't know is that there is only one kind of pheasant in this mountain forest called the White Phoenix Pheasant.

The White Phoenix Pheasant is not only extremely powerful, but also very fast, and its feathers are also very hard.

If ordinary people want to catch them, they need to use extremely strong traps, or directly hunt with a shotgun from a distance.

Unfortunately, the Azima Federation bans guns.

Candidates who have not yet become Hunters are not allowed to hold guns.

Therefore, they can only rely on their own strength and wisdom to capture the White Phoenix Pheasant.

This is the first test Eaton gives these candidates.

Seeing all the candidates walking into the forest, Harvey walked up to talk to Eaton.

"The White Phoenix Pheasant is difficult for even ordinary Hunters to catch. Can they do it?"

The Hunter Harvey mentioned here does not mean the people in the Hunter Association, but those who make a living by hunting wild beasts.

"Most people definitely can't."

The White Phoenix Pheasant is a creature that can counter-kill hunters, and Eaton wants this effect.

The dangers they will face after becoming a Hunter are far greater than this. If they can't even handle a chicken, then they should go home and play basketball.

"I don't know how many people can pass your test." Harvey sighed with emotion.

"There should be dozens of them, right?"

Eaton calculated.

He just scanned it with his knowledge and found that some people were pretty good.

And he also gave them plenty of time to hunt.

As long as you have enough strength or wisdom, there is absolutely no problem in getting a White Phoenix Pheasant before eight o'clock the next morning.

After the two chatted for more than an hour, candidates came out of the forest one after another.

Some people were holding white phoenix pheasant tail chickens in their hands, while others were covered in scars from being scratched by chicken claws, but their hands were empty.

The latter is clearly someone who wants to quit the exam.

Outdoor cooking is also part of the assessment.

Eaton is only responsible for providing auxiliary ingredients such as spices, and the cooking space needs to be arranged by the candidates themselves.

Then Eaton saw how the Eight Immortals across the sea showed their magical powers in making roast chicken.

Some strictly follow the instructions on the Eaton recipe, while others are perfunctory.

There are even those that don't even remove the internal organs and feathers, but just put the white phoenix pheasant tail chicken directly on the fire.

Eaton's blood pressure went up.

Are these people blind?

The tutorials on his blackboard are clearly written, so why can these people still behave in such confusing ways?

Or did you know that you were destined to fail this level, so you decided to disgust him before leaving?

Whatever the case, these people have been eliminated in Eaton's mind.

People who don't even take the assessment seriously are not qualified to become a Hunter.

Out of sight, out of mind, Eaton looks away from those who are doing outrageous things.

"Huh."

Eaton suddenly noticed that there was a child of about twelve years old among the candidates, and she was also a girl with pink hair.

The most important thing is that the little girl is also holding a large white phoenix pheasant tail chicken, which is half her body.

Judging from its size, it is estimated to be a white phoenix pheasant that is two and a half years old.

The meat of White Phoenix Pheasant-tailed Chicken at this age is the most plump.

I don’t know if this little girl is a knowledgeable person, or if she just got lucky and happened to catch a chicken of this age.

Eaton prefers the former.

Because the little girl's handling of the White Phoenix Pheasant-tailed Chicken was as smooth and smooth as if she had handled it many times.

Roast chicken needs to be marinated for at least several hours, which also gives the candidates time to rest.

With nothing going on, Eaton decided to chat with the little girl.

Kid, what’s your name?”

The little girl rolled her eyes and said, "Don't call me kid, my name is Menchi."

Eaton raised his eyebrows and looked at Menchi carefully.

With pink hair and green eyes, you can vaguely see her future beautiful appearance from her childish face.

It was confirmed that it was indeed the Menchi he knew.

Later, when Gon took the Hunter exam, he was the examiner for the second session.

I didn't expect to meet her in her youth here.

There are two versions of the Hunter anime. The old version of Menchi has pink hair, while the new version has green hair.

And it’s still green!

Eaton was a little glad that this was an old version of Menchi, he really couldn't appreciate the green hair color.

"Hey, you guys don't know it's rude to stare at girls all the time!"

Menchi's voice brought Eaton back to reality.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"wack."

Eaton's apology was met with comments from Menchi.

"You obviously took the initiative to talk to someone, but you were distracted from the beginning. You don't have any good ideas for the little girl, do you?"

Menchi suddenly became alert and looked at Eaton suspiciously.

Faced with Menchi's misunderstanding, Eaton was not angry.

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Calmly explained: "You are thinking too much. I am just wondering why you are so skillful in handling the white phoenix pheasant."

When talking about cooking, Menchi showed a confident expression.

"I have been working as a cook in my mother's restaurant since I was 6 years old. Dealing with a mere white phoenix pheasant tail chicken is a piece of cake."

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so powerful." Eaton praised.

"Hmph, don't talk to me in such a coaxing tone, I won't do it."

After all, she was just a child, and the raised corners of Menchi's mouth directly betrayed her duplicity.

Eaton, who has many years of experience in raising children (Niong and Shizuku), easily handled Menchi, a arrogant little girl, without much effort.

The cooking topics that Menchi is interested in have successfully brought them closer together.

It's not that Eaton really has any bad thoughts about Menchi.

He just saw the cute little girl and the old father's soul in his heart broke out.

Time passed quickly during the conversation, and several hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

Menchi stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said: "The chicken is almost marinated, it's time for me to grill it. Let's talk later, uncle."

"Go ahead." Eaton smiled.

During the chat just now, Eaton asked about Menchi's age.

Menchi said personal information must be exchanged fairly, she told Eaton, and Eaton told her.

After learning that Eaton was 32 years old, Menchi began calling Eaton uncle.

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Eaton didn't care much about his age, so he just let Menchi call him whatever he wanted.

Soon, candidates came to Eaton holding various kinds of roast chicken.

The roasted chicken looks edible, but even if it doesn't taste very good, Eaton will finish it seriously.

And those who can't eat it at first sight, and don't even know where to start eating.

Eaton didn't even think twice and declared the man a failure.

His recipes are so detailed that you need to teach them step by step.

You can't produce a decent work like this, and it's obvious that you don't have any intention at all.

In this way, Eaton ate dozens of roast chickens in front of the surprised eyes of all the candidates.

When it was the turn of a roasted chicken that looked good, Eaton didn't taste it and directly eliminated the person who made the roasted chicken.

The candidate questioned

Asked: "Why? My roast chicken is obviously good, why did you eliminate me without eating a bite?"

“Why you know it yourself.

Eaton looked at the candidate coldly, his gaze was as real as if he had seen through the whole person of the candidate.

It wasn't until he saw the candidate feeling uncomfortable that Eaton spoke again: "You use a knife that has killed people to process the ingredients. Do you think such food will be approved by me?"

When everyone present heard this, they all turned their attention to the knife that the examinee had pinned behind his back.

The examinee's eyes were panicked, and he defended without confidence: "I don't even know what you are talking about! This knife of mine is an ancestral kitchen utensil. How could I have killed someone?"

Eaton's eyes narrowed slightly: "Oh? So your ancestor is the murderer Bian Ni Doron more than a hundred years ago?"

Bian Ni Duolong was a murderer more than a hundred years ago. He was originally just a knife maker and created the Bian style knife brand.

But I don't know when he started to develop a hobby of killing people.

And every time a person is killed, a knife will be cast and numbered.

According to him, the victims' cries and expressions can bring him creative inspiration.

Before he was imprisoned, Bian Ni Doron had forged a total of 288 knives.

These knives, like his other swords, were placed in the shop for others to buy, and then they spread.

At that time, some people were interested in collecting his works.

The knife in this candidate's hand is one of the two hundred and eighty-eight knives.

As I have said before, there will be traces of thought left in the works of some great artists or craftsmen.

It would be okay if these remaining thoughts were not evil thoughts, they would only make the work more charming.

However, if the thoughts remaining on the work are evil thoughts, they will affect the holder's mind and lead the holder to evil.

Ordinarily the elderly have their own thought energy protection and will naturally not be affected by these remaining evil thoughts.

It's a pity that this candidate is not a weak person, and it is inevitable that his mind will be corroded by the sword.

Especially since he always carries this knife with him. .