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"That, that's great. I fell in love with this taste, and I can't leave this taste anymore. Because of this taste, I also decided to follow Cook."

Cook proudly looked at Nina and the others.

Sylph reluctantly gave up the clear soup pot.

Nina, Sasi, and Hall all had the opportunity to taste the clear soup pot.

"Hey, this is super delicious too."

"Really. I want to cook meat with this."

"Don't eat the sweet potatoes, keep them for me. Don't put meat in my pot."

"Good good."

Everyone tasted the taste of two kinds of hot pot back and forth.

Nina and Suzy ate a lot of meat.

Although she is a cute woman, she eats meat at a higher level than Cook.

"Cook, Cook, I'd be embarrassed if you looked at me like that. Another plate of beef."

"Sister Nina, I want it too."

Cats eat meat, right...Where is Saxi?

I feel that if I don’t make money, I really can’t afford to support my family.

Hall again drank and ate meat.In the second half, the image of the sloppy uncle completely changed.

He should be quite happy.

Sylph took care of most of the vegetables.Basically a vegetable destroyer.

How can I grow so big when I only eat vegetables?

Is it really related to the system of elves?

Cook also enjoyed his meal.The debt I owe my taste buds has been greatly repaid.

Not to mention the warmth in his body, the sense of satisfaction filled Cook's small body.

The hotpot is so good.

After eating for so long, everyone remembered to ask key questions.

"By the way. Cook. What's the name of this dish?"

Just as Cook was about to say his name, one of the guests named Xue Nai was very good at shouting. The shop owner suddenly stood up, hiccupped, and shouted loudly.

"The red one...this is the blood of the gods. This dish is called the blood of the gods of nightclubs."

Don't talk nonsense when you're drunk.Comrade Chen Duxiu, may I ask you to sit down?

Cook was petrified.

What the hell, this name.....speaks like a big aunt, I don't even have the appetite to continue eating.

And also her great aunt.

All kinds of inexplicable.

However, such an unbelievable name was accepted by everyone.

After Xue Nai finished speaking, everyone immediately shouted excitedly.

"The blood of the nightclub god, the blood of the nightclub god."

The voice was so loud that it overshadowed Cook's justification.

Everyone thinks that the name is high-end and elegant, and it sounds much more sacred than hot pot.

"The blood of the nightclub god is the right name for this delicious dish. Hot pot sounds too earthy, and it doesn't show the power of this dish at all."

In this way, the real name of the dish was rejected by everyone.

In this world, there is no such dish as hot pot anymore. Instead, in the near future, a dish called 'Blood of the Nightclub God' will flourish.

But that will take a while.After Cook popularized the cultivation of spices, this delicious dish was really put on the tables of thousands of households.Let the poor eat it too.

Seeing that everyone was so excited, Cook gave up with a sigh.

"Give it to Cretia and the stinky girls in the palace to taste later."

..........

After returning to Dahar, the Kubala Festival also went smoothly.

Cook expects to celebrate for five days before starting to prepare for the business for the coming year.

As the saying goes, the early bird gets the food.It's still early until the end of Kubala Festival, but it never hurts to prepare in advance.

Although everyone is not a blood relative, the Kubala Festival held in the name of the nightclub union still makes everyone feel very happy.

Not to mention Sylph, Nina, and Saxi who celebrated for two consecutive rounds, Hall, the big sisters of Night Butterfly who lost their home and blood relatives because of the war, and members of the nightclub union all expressed their special gratitude to this time. Very satisfied with the festival celebration.They all said they felt at home.

This is most comforting.

Cook is also naturally very satisfied. He has increased his experience in organizing large-scale events, improved his ability, increased his experience, and even enjoyed the hot pot that he has always dreamed of.

Such a good start to the new year.That's definitely a super good sign.

Cook feels that in the new year, he will be smoother than ever.No troubles will haunt me.

There is no reason for this kind of self-confidence, but it just swells in Cook's heart.

Surrounded by a sense of accomplishment and happiness, Cook almost seems to be floating when he walks.

Just when Cook was slightly proud.

On the second day of the celebration in Kabukicho Street, the Dahal army's signal soldiers suddenly rushed into the night butterfly, tied the five flowers and was stepped on by Xiaomei, and Hall called away excitedly shouting "I am a pig".

ps: Although everyone guessed wrong.But I'm very happy, let's add 2 more chapters.The answer is: the blood of the nightclub god.Everyone thinks that they want to combine the folk customs of different worlds.puff.

Chapter 197: History is always surprisingly similar

The young soldier who came to report the news looked like a young boy at first glance and had never seen much of the world.Seeing the picture of the usually mighty leader standing on the foot of the beautiful woman and being whipped like a hairless white pig, he was instantly stunned.

Like petrification magic, both consciousness and reaction were taken away.

No response when talking to him, no response when tapping with finger.

It took a full 10 minutes for the orderly to recover from the strong blow.

Panting heavily, sweating profusely, his eyes wandering, and his body trembling constantly, anyone could see how hard he was hit.

If he guessed right, he would no longer be able to look at his old general with admiration.

Seeing that Hall and the messenger were stunned, Ye Zhidie's boss, Sylph, laughed so hard that she almost lost her breath.

"Look, look, the pants are worn backwards, how embarrassing. Brother Hall, hahahaha. Please start your performance."

Really.Although it is a holiday now, this elf is too indulgent.

Cook looked at the huge empty wine bottle that Sylph was holding in both hands, and his eyelids kept jumping.

This, is this the legendary double-knife style?

"I'm sorry Cook. I thought it was a holiday, so I didn't bother her hard. As a result, she killed 3 bottles of wine by herself."

"Master. It's my fault. I should have stopped Miss Sylph."

Catwoman and Little Loli came over to apologize.

I really don't blame you guys. If you want to blame, it's because that guy has no bottom line.

It's Shi Shi's fault.

In short, Nina and Suxi supported Sylph to go back to rest.There is also a banquet in the evening.Even a sloppy elf doesn't want her to miss it.

Hall seems to have a military order or something.

A very anxious look.

Cook still adheres to the principle of doing less than doing more and will not interfere with Hall's work matters.

Just helping out as much as I can.

Watching Hall put on his clothes in a hurry, he nervously told the orderly to forget about the scene just now, and told him not to tell anyone.Shouting was hoarse.

Cook felt that Hall was really not easy.

For the sake of perversion, he is worthy of the title of general.

Although Hall's work has nothing to do with him.

But looking at the shop door that was still shaking after Hall and the messenger left Night Butterfly.

Cook always has a sense of uneasiness that cannot be relieved.

For no reason, Cook felt that this scene seemed familiar.It seems that I have encountered a similar complex somewhere.

Something seemed to be calling the police in the dark.But life and death do not want to think about that.

"Forget it. I'm going to be fine this year. I can't think of any troubles coming to me. It's none of my business, it's none of my business."

After comforting himself, Cook quickly forgot about the anxiety and went to arrange matters related to the evening banquet.

On the morning of the third day, Cook got up early to plan the activities for the third day.

Just as he was about to leave Night Butterfly to go to the nightclub union, he saw Hall rushing to him.

"Cook, Cook...."

Seeing Hall's anxious look, he kept saying that it had nothing to do with him, but his eyelids couldn't help twitching.

"Grandpa Hall...what's the matter, so anxious."

He obviously looked very anxious, but he hesitated to speak.Cook's anxiety level skyrocketed as he wanted to talk but didn't.

If it is a cute girl doing such an action, it may make people's heart beat.

But the other party is a bad old man.The act of trying to show cuteness and stop talking will only make people sick.

Cook didn't want to spend even one more second with a cute bad old man.

So creepy.

"Grandpa Hall, is it because of yesterday's incident? Don't worry, we are all our own people, and no one will tell. Our Night Butterfly is quite professional in keeping customer information confidential. You who frequent my house should know it best. Just take care of your men."

"It's best if you can keep it secret. I want to be a general, and I want to save face in front of my subordinates... I'll find an excuse to throw that brat into the military academy... No, no. It's not such an insignificant thing. Also, it's not right. It's not an insignificant thing either. Yes, it's a bigger thing."

"Bigger things?"

Looking at the flustered Hall, Cook frowned in disgust.

According to Hall and Sylph's urination, when any of them said such a thing, they must put a shit bowl on their head again.

Holding Cook's thigh and shouting 'Help me' 'Dora Cook'.What screwed himself up was pushing Cook on top of Cook to help him wipe his ass.

What these two people are best at is selling a good cook.

Cook turned his head and wanted to run away.Hall, who saw Cook's thoughts, grabbed Cook's hand.

As expected of a general, it is really impossible to sneak around in front of professional personnel.

From behind came the old general's exhausted wailing.

"This, it's not me who caused trouble this time."

"Please. The Kubala festival is not over yet. I want to have a quiet new year without trouble. What happened to me last year is something that most people can't experience in a lifetime. I'm only 12 years old. I beg Grandpa Hall to let me go. "

More than half of the troubles were due to Hall and Sylph. In order to save Hall's face, this sentence came to his lips, and Cook swallowed it again.

Hall had no intention of letting go of Cook.

"It's really true. This incident has nothing to do with me. It's all caused by you, Cook."

"I caused it?"

Hall's words made Cook turn his head and look at the old general's serious face. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that he was not joking.

But Cook couldn't recall any trouble he'd caused.

And I still need Hall to find me......