"Cheers! (゜-゜)つロ"

Under the disdainful eyes of Boss Dart, Sebala still had no nerve to go back on her words and eat back what she had said.

So I successfully bought a brand new hoe, which is not only well-made but also made of plenty of materials.

In a sense, the grandson of old man Sebala is also a wizard in the blacksmith world. Apart from the excessive use of materials, there is really no other fault with the things he makes.

Seeing the young man in front of him who didn't know how to respect his elders, Sebala also began to miss his grandson who couldn't fight back or scolded him.

In order to relieve his heartache, Sebala took the opportunity to get a 20% discount on today's drinks from the tavern owner, and took the two of them straight to the tavern, not caring that it was only noon.

The sun was shining brightly. As soon as Sebala entered the tavern, he sat at the bar table, picked up a classical cup "ton ton ton" and took a big sip before slumping down on the chair.

The bourbon here is actually a type of whiskey, made from corn, and lemon juice or citrus juice is added as a seasoning when drinking. As the weather changes, it can also be made into cocktails, mixed with liqueurs, or like seba

It can be said that it is a must-have item in the pub if you drink it neatly.

After Sebala drank a glass, a layer of blush instantly appeared on her face, and even her nose became brighter. She shouted to Boss Dart to drink with me.

It can be seen that his wine taste is really not good.

My boss and I looked at each other and saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

At this moment, Boss Dart felt more and more that this young man had a bad temper with him, so he gestured to the kitchen and said.

"Would you like to make something to eat? There are still plenty of ingredients."

I nodded and said I didn’t need to drink. I still had to eat.

So I left the old man who was hovering at a lethal alcohol concentration and went to the kitchen to show off his skills.

"I cook my food and you cook yours."

At this time, the boss remembered that the young man in front of him was not only Sebala's shadow, but also the chef's lifelong enemy, and he quickly explained.

When it comes to your reputation as a chef, you must draw a clear line!

"Boss, you misunderstood, I'm really not a chef..."

I reluctantly picked up a small pumpkin and walked to the stove for a new round of processing.

"Choose a job task: Cook simple meals."

After the order was given, the thick skin of the pumpkin could not avoid the fate of being cut away. It was processed cleanly with the flash of the knife. After another pair of chops, even the pumpkin seeds inside were clearly separated.

"Crash la la la..."

Along with a pot of boiling water and the sound of food being put into the pot, a standard simple meal was placed on the dining table.

"I shouldn't have let you in the kitchen then."

Boss Dart muttered, and his work was not slow. He had washed all the side dishes, cut them into fine pieces on the chopping board, mixed them with the special sauce and placed them on the dinner plate.

To his right, a piece of steak has been grilled until the surface is slightly golden, and fine blood seeps out from the delicate meat. As it is turned over and continued to be grilled on the iron plate, the whole room is filled with the aroma of the steak.

Sebala drank two drinks and began to watch boredly on the bar, tapping her thick fingers on the table.

Suddenly, a burst of aroma wafted out from behind the kitchen curtain, which made him greedy, and he quickly called the boss to bring it to him.

Boss Dart frowned and looked at the old man who got himself drunk within five minutes of coming in.

"You can only eat two bites of food and you won't get drunk like this."

I walked out with my own plate and almost blurted out, "I'll do it if my urine turns yellow. Don't let the diabetic get rid of the sweetness."

Those messy dreams are really poisonous!

Without realizing it, Sebala took the plate and cut off a piece of steak, stuffed it into her mouth and started chewing it. She let out a satisfied whimper from her throat, looking extremely happy.

At this time, he saw the unknown paste on my plate and grinned with joy.

"Young man, as an elder, I still want to impart life experience to you."

The old man spoke slowly, barely wearing a pair of glasses to highlight his knowledge and vicissitudes of life.

"A master is a teacher, do you understand? The boss's craftsmanship is superb. Instead of making such messy dishes, why not calm down and ask for advice."

A glint flashed in Boss Dart's eyes, but he didn't miss anything and answered.

"Marcus, Sebala is right. I say that the food you made is not delicious and you are still not convinced? Then let Sebala make a judgment and make you convinced."

The boss winked at me and pushed my dinner plate in front of Sebala.

I was so blessed that I pretended to be arrogant and said: "What I cook is the most delicious and I won't accept any objection. After one bite, I will think about the next bite. I can bet my pasture on it!"

Sebala buried her head in the dinner plate, laughed loudly after hearing this, and said boldly.

"Then I, old Sebala, will bet my blacksmith shop! From now on, all your orders will be free! I guarantee I won't be able to eat even one bite!"

Boss Dart's serious face began to loosen a little, but he still tried his best to hold it back and watched Sebala take the spoon, take a bite of the paste from my simple food, and stuff it into his mouth nonchalantly.

One thing to say, simple food is definitely a mudslide in the gourmet world. Even I haven’t figured out the difference in taste between making it with potatoes and making it with pumpkin. It’s a complete mess, but well...

"Hang Chi Chi Chi..."

Before Sebala took the spoon out of her mouth, her throat suddenly began to squirm, as if a little mouse was trying to dig in there.

His hands uncontrollably took another big mouthful, quickly brought it to his mouth, and swallowed it all with a shudder.

Fortunately, this food has been broken into pieces, otherwise I would have to be sent to the hospital for treatment of esophageal blockage just by this bite.

Sebala looked at the empty plate in front of him in confusion, and the hand holding the spoon trembled slightly in mid-air, showing that his heart was not as calm as it appeared.

"How...why can't I control my hands!" Sebala thought in her mind as her mind was in a mess.

But when he reached his lips, another sentence came out.

"Is there any more food?"

…………

Sebala finally gave up on herself and ate three portions of simple food before she came out of her doubtful life and said with a serious face.

"Young man, you come to work in my forging house! You help me pull the bellows and cook, and from now on this shop will be given to you!"

Boss Dart snorted and said disdainfully.

"Who wants that shabby blacksmith shop of yours? Marcus is going to be a great chef in a sense!"

The two people completely ignored my feelings and started to argue with each other. Suddenly, a man's slightly mean voice came from outside the store door.

"Let me see which young man is so popular?"

Outside the house, a middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes with gray hair and a narrow look walked in.

"Dick, are you coming to drink too?"

Sebala asked, holding up her wine glass.

Dick, the owner of the winery, immediately noticed that he was not getting along well with Boss Dart. He glanced at him and said.

"When I heard the noise next door, I thought something big had happened. Is this young man the young man recommended by the mayor to work for me?"

He glanced at me with a critical look in his eyes and said.

"I think with this body type, I might not be able to do the job in the winery."

Sebala was a little unconvinced and wanted to refute, but suddenly he saw Boss Dart winking at him. He who had just been deceived suddenly understood and fell silent.

Boss Dick, who thought he had won, looked at Boss Dart triumphantly.

Unexpectedly, Boss Dart did not show any weakness and acted like he was trying to argue.

"Isn't it just carrying wine? If you can do it, why can't Marcus do it?"

"With your size, God bless your spine from being crushed into a horseshoe."

Boss Dick had been suffering from back pain for the past two days, so he needed a helper to handle the chores at the winery. He was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and pretended to be calm.

"I bet this young man can't do this job."

"I bet he can!" Boss Dart said angrily, "If I lose, I will only sell your wine from now on!"

"Hahaha." Boss Dick let out a dry laugh without emotion and said decisively, "As long as he can carry any barrel in the wine cellar, I will give it to him for free!"

Boss Dick’s large wine cellar contains original wine barrels with volumes of 100 liters, 150 liters, and 225 liters. Small packages of less than 50 liters are stored at home and are ready for sale at any time.

The smallest wine barrel weighs 100 kilograms of wine, not to mention the larger ones of 150 kilograms and 225 kilograms. With such a thin body, this young man can push it pretty well...

“Boss, where do you think it’s more appropriate to put this wine barrel?”

Five minutes later, I walked out of the wine cellar carrying a huge 225-liter wine barrel.

After another ten minutes, the outside of the wine cellar was already lined with wine barrels of various sizes. I asked Boss Dick, who was already pale and pale, without blushing and out of breath.
Chapter completed!