I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Seeing the cook surrounded by a group, he explained in a low voice: “It is said that the refreshments that the gang of Tu Lao Hat Pirates used to entertain Mr. Sa did not suit his tastes. So Mr. Sa got mad on the spot and triggered a cataclysm.”

The crowds of chefs and pastry chefs were dumbfounded. Protruding like a goldfish, his eyes almost stared out of his orbit.

"Eh!!!"

"I remember Sa always doesn't like too sweet..." a pastry chef muttered to himself, recalling a tuna sandwich he had ordered.

The other chef felt entangled. The three generals had different tastes: "But Mr. Huang Yuan likes it?"

The cook stared at his companion like an idiot: "I'll just ask, will Mr. Huang Yuan kill you because he doesn't like it?"

"Right.."

Poor someone did nothing, and the wind critic was killed again.

The chefs are constantly considering the amount of ingredients and considering the most appropriate afternoon tea according to the generals' preferences.

A small figure has started to shuttle between the cookware and the stove.

The little guy with a short chef hat is not as tall as the stove.

Only high stools on the soles of the feet can handle this difficult task.

He kept meditating on the ingredients of the pastry he chose: 500 grams of flour, 150 grams of sugar, 3 eggs...

Suddenly he hesitated again, a little entangled, and seemed to be afraid of memorizing the wrong recipe: baking powder.. It should be 20 grams, right? 150 grams of butter and milk..."

What he did was just the most basic refreshment-Scone.

Sanji worked hard to lift the special dustpan high, shaking the flour continuously. This move made his soft blond hair smeared with a layer of white powder.

But he didn't care, he added the baking powder one by one and put them on the stage to make a pond.

In his opinion, he might really not know what the generals like to eat.

As for the pastry skills that I currently master, both in terms of types and production techniques, they are far inferior to those old chefs who have been in the navy headquarters for decades.

But Sanji didn't care about these additional factors. In his view, the chef should be the latest to consider delivering food to hungry customers first.

The sugar melted, Sanji skillfully beat the eggs and stirred them with milk.

The little prince of the Vinsmok family has been in the navy headquarters for several years. After his mother recovered and recovered, he did not expect that his father, who had treated him indifferently before, agreed to his wish to learn cooking.

Taking advantage of the medical cooperation with Malin Fando, the eldest sister was also sent to the headquarters for study.

He picked up the big pot with difficulty, poured the melted sugar, milk, and egg paste into the flour and knead it evenly.

The blond little chef uses a rolling pin to roll the blank into pieces about 3 cm thick, and then presses the scones into a shape with a triangular impression with a side length of 5 cm.

Seeing that these high chefs were still discussing, they kept vetoing each other's views and didn't help him make snacks.

Sanji sighed, put these scones on the baking tray, brushed a little beaten egg liquid on the surface, after thinking about it, brushed with a layer of oily color, and sent it to the oven to bake it.

"What's so fragrant?" The chefs who were about to discuss the result sniffed the taste, and only then noticed the brave action of this kid.

"Hey! Sanji!"

Everyone rushed to this side in shock, but it was too late, and the quick-acting little chef had already shaken the serving bell.

Seeing such a rough snack made by the chef was put on the table of the generals by the sergeant, the chef's heart was broken.

[It's over, all special is over. 】

But as soon as it was on the table, this most basic afternoon tea was praised by everyone.

The oily and crispy crust is golden yellow, and after baking, it emits a light burnt fragrance.

There were not many refreshments, and the elevated refreshment rack placed in front of Sister Crane was even more embarrassed to take it without permission.

This scoring cake, which was just baked, can be said to be a timely rain to pay homage to the five internal organs.

Sakazuki breaks a small piece of steaming triangular scones and gently feeds it into the mouth. The fragrant milk and the moderate sweetness of sugar bloom on the tip of the tongue, and the puffy taste of the pastry is just out of the oven. Bouncing.

Coffee and pastries are a perfect match for a tea break.

The slightly coarse particles inside Scone and the smoothness of the coffee, the bitter hot drink has been infiltrated by the appropriate sugar in the refreshment, forming a strong contrast in the mouth, making the taste buds still fresh.

"This snack tastes okay..." Kuzan took a bite of a scones and grabbed his hand to grind coffee for a while.

Compared to Kuzan's casual eating, Sakazuki is obviously more literary. He gently stirred the coffee in the cup and motioned to the waiter: "Well, yes, call the chef."

"Although the old man prefers the original tiramisu, it is better than nothing." Even Polusalino, who belongs to the sweet party camp, is rare to be fair: "The chefs in this department have become more sophisticated in their craftsmanship. , Yes, call the pastry chef."

The three of them exchanged only one eye, and they understood each other's heart: [I have to praise it. 】

But this scene was so anxious that a group of chefs were overwhelmed:

"Wh...what!? The general called the chef of this dim sum, go over!?"

"Let me just say it! You can't take this kind of crude diet! Koyamaji! You are in trouble this time!" An old cook shook his head and sighed with a shy stomach.

And the head chef, who was the first to spread unreliable rumors among the chefs, stammered to the waiter: "..., I am more concerned about which general will let this child pass..."

There was a deep worry in his eyes: "If it is General Kuzan, then the situation is fine. He had better speak, he should not embarrass you as a child."

Another pastry chef immediately added: "If it is General Polusarino, if the pastry you just made is not too unpalatable, he should just let it go by criticizing you in a vague way."

"But... if it is a general of Sakazuki," a helping spoon lowered his voice, and suddenly shuddered in the steaming kitchen ": Sanji, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, please tell us in advance. , We will try our best to satisfy you."

The waiter in charge of the communication was full of displeased expression. It was obviously a question that could be answered casually. This group of back chefs actually talked about it for a few minutes!

What's so good about this!

He even faltered for a while, and he was still waiting to take people back to life!

The message waiter complained impatiently: "Can you guys hurry up, who made the cake? Hurry up!"

The cooks hurriedly stuffed Sanji's mouth with a piece of candy, and signaled the child to go on the road after a good meal.

Then, with a sad and persevering expression, he pushed the little golden retriever out.

Stunned by these unscrupulous cooks, the "failed item" of the Vinsmok family stood pitifully next to a group of big men whose average height was 2 meters away.

Close your eyes and wait for death.

But what was waiting was a somewhat familiar low voice: "Sanji? I didn't expect you to do it."

"General of Sakazuki." Little Golden Retriever yelled timidly, and dropped his head again.