I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The potatoes that have only been boiled in boiling water are peeled, chopped and finally crushed to a puree shape, poured into a bucket, mixed with milk and cheese, and gradually merged with the chef’s vigorous stirring. There is me in you, and you in me. Never separate each other.

"Cheese is power!!!" While stirring the mashed potatoes, the chef in charge of this work naturally let out a sigh of emotion.

The silhouettes of the chefs shuttled through the huge kitchen, with their vigorous figures and brisk pace, the hands of the knife were completely transformed into afterimages.

In each individual's specific area, these ingenious artists are unfolding their fists and working hard to prepare for today's meal.

And when it was finally presented, it was completely upgraded to a masterpiece of art that could burst the taste buds.

Another chef who was amused by his companion’s witty words laughed, flipping a spoon between his fingers: "Hahahaha, according to the habit of training the soldiers to add more meals, do we have to have it again today? Prepare more?"

As he said, he turned his gaze to the head chef who had not said a word.

At the same time, he looked after the five chefs who had enough energy on the stove, and rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "You talk too much! Go and cut the cabbage when you have time!"

Wearing a chef's hat with a height of 30 centimeters on his head, the wide and fat uncle seemed to still feel that he was not enough, and he taught earnestly: "Study to other people's mountains, don't just stand there and watch the fun!"

On the east side of the kitchen, there is a young man who also wears a white top hat.

Chefs from countries and seas around the world may wear different overalls at work, but the hats they wear are the same.

Wearing this kind of hat for cooking is not only good for hygiene, but also prevents the chef's hair and dandruff from falling into the dishes.

In addition to considering the issue of hygiene, the biggest function of the chef hat is to intuitively identify the skill level of a chef.

The more experienced the chef, the higher the level, and the higher the height of his hat.

Unexpectedly, this young man who seemed to be young even wore a tall white hat on his head that was indistinguishable from other senior chefs.

If someone carefully compares the height of the chef's hat, it is not difficult to find that the height of the hat worn by this young man is second only to the 30 cm high hat of the chef.

His light blond hair was tucked in his hat, and the word serious was written on his handsome, thin face.

He was throwing up the dough that was about the size of a basin after fermentation, and was constantly beating and pulling on the chopping board.

Unlike other chefs who were distracted by the noise from the outside world, the blond boy was completely intoxicated. The slender and well-knotted palms of a pianist are powerful, and the kneaded dough is beaten and stretched continuously to make a hand-made ramen that is tough and elastic.

The chef who spoke first continued to speculate, trying to carry out the detective game to the end: "I guess what was broken by this appointment?"

Hearing words that seemed to be complaining but curious, the mellow head chef shrugged helplessly: "It's still a guess? I bet that Luffy's kid is messing around again."

As the head chef, the chubby old man has spent most of his life dealing with ingredients in the back kitchen.

He knows which dishes are suitable for marine soldiers to replenish physical strength, and which dishes give consideration to nutrition and taste.

Over the past few decades, he has stood in the kitchen and sent away batches of veterans, and has ushered in many new blood.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a witness to the rise and fall of the navy headquarters.

However, he has only seen a geek who dared to break into the kitchen several times to steal food, and was still full after being caught.

Monkey D. Luffy, whenever he was mentioned in the mouth of the chefs, everyone was dumbfounded.

No one doesn't like to make dishes that are popular with others, but in the same way, chefs are also a physically exhausting task.

Almost half of the twenty-four hours in a day need to be standing up and doing things.

That cumbersome wok is not something that ordinary people can go up and down like this every day,

Tens of thousands of personnel in the Navy Headquarters have three meals a day, even if they are ordered and divided into batches, there are thousands of people. Without enough physical strength, they can't cope with it, and they can't withstand such a heavy work without sufficient ability.

However, when everyone is so busy, there are always uninvited guests breaking in and making trouble.

"Hehehe, Sanji, I'm here to look for you." A cheerful and lively voice rang from the kitchen door, followed by a projection of Jangzhi Lobo.

"Are you injured?" The observant Sanji was the first to discover the reason for this kid's independence.

Luffy is not hypocritical, hands on hips, and confessed carelessly: "It's an expeditionary army!"

Upon hearing this, the blonde with curly eyebrows nodded in understanding and continued to be busy with the things at hand: "Understood, there is more, it deserves it."

After thinking about it for a while, Sanji always felt something was wrong. The curly-brow boy looked up unhappy and said, "What did your kid commit that would cause thousands of people and even expeditionary troops to be dispatched?"

He rubbed his chin, and stopped Luffy's extended arm with one foot: "You guy won't blow up President Sa's office, right."

After speaking, he muttered to himself and rejected the guess answer.

"No, if you really do it like this. You will definitely be beaten into a pig head. If you don't have the time to trouble me anymore."

After pouring the wide oil and preheating the big pot, Sanji skillfully pours out all the oil and water, and again uses a long spoon to scoop out an appropriate amount of cooking oil and put it into the pot.

Stir-fry the ingredients and control the temperature. The thin slices of meat that have been cut are evenly dropped from Sanji's hands into the pot.

The blond curly boy turned the wok skillfully, and the meat slices that had been in the pot for a few seconds were quickly tightened in the heat. The meat cooked in this way was the most tender, with the juice locked in it, protected by the high oil temperature. Further heating.

It looks extremely delicious.

"Luffy, did I warn you? Don't steal food in the kitchen!" Sanji suddenly turned his head and stared at the lawless bastard.

But obviously, the warning didn't get someone's attention. Luffy is working hard to try every dish for each table, relying on his great advantage.

The dark shadow of the legs was imprinted on Luffy's body with Sanji's angry voice instantly: "Huh, go to hell! Bastard!"

The boy was not angry when he was kicked and kicked. Instead, he sat on the floor happily and seriously assessed the strength of the kick.

"Yeah, yes, you must have the ability to protect yourself when you go to sea, Sanji, you are very good!" The straw hat boy pretending to be an old man, learning the tone of a coach, commented.

Sanji was taken aback by this sudden compliment. He looked at Luffy in confusion, and softly repeated the other party's previous words "Going to sea?"

"Yeah!" The Navy Headquarters recognized Big Trouble No. 3 nodded.

Obviously he is a chef, the boy with curly eyebrows really didn't want to understand what the other party was planning to do: "Where to go?"

The future One Piece smiled brightly: "Form a Pirate Group!"

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"If you are in the hospital, please go out and turn left. Sorry, Luffy, this is just a kitchen, but there is no way to heal fools." Sanji's tone was relieved, and his expression showed compassion for people with intellectual disabilities.

395. Cook, Fool, Actress (Medium)

Luffy looked at this good friend who had been acquainted for many years in confusion. He scratched his head incomprehensibly and smirked, "Didn't you say that you wanted to find the sea where it is said that all kinds of fish can be found last time?"

Speaking of his dream, Sanji was also unambiguous. He looked at each other's eyes squarely: "Yes, when the navy breaks through the new world and when I become the chef, I will ask my sister and everyone in the department to mobilize resources to assist. I will go to AllBlue."

Seeing that his problem had been blocked strictly, Luffy was not discouraged, and used his eloquence that he was not very good at to make another move: "Huh? Don't you want to find it in a wonderful and exciting adventure?"