"So are you, Sa Qili."

"You promised not to do it, why do you have to do it from me?"

"Don't Lilith need to eat anymore? How did you become a teacher?"

As soon as she carried out her precious student, Sa Qili had no choice but to follow him with a face full of displeasure. Karina had been busy recently and rarely had this kind of opportunity to help, so she smiled and made a gesture to the other girls. "Let's go."

They continued, leaving dinner to their group.

It should be enough for three people to cook. I quietly, quietly tiptoed in the opposite direction. Yes, I wanted to stay and supervise whether the girls were studying or not.

As a result, Raphael carried him back through telekinesis without looking back, so he said, Master, he is really a scumbag.

"Hey, I can already smell the fragrance. Being able to taste Master Raphael's craftsmanship is worth my life."

An hour later, it was completely dark. The distant voice of the old horse sounded first.

On the flat open space outside the house, the dining table has been set up as usual, and the girls have also stopped training and are busy. The difference is that this time they are the assistants, and the chef is the top three in the camp... Oops, who is using it?

The spatula hit me, ahem, it was the three beauties in the camp, Raphael Sakili and Karina.

Although this shelf life is a bit worrying... Ouch!!

"Hey, Boss Fan, what's wrong with you?" I walked out carrying dishes with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Everyone was surprised that I went to the kitchen, and they were also surprised by my face.

The scars are like medals, they are my unrestrained youth.

"It's nothing. You came just in time. You have to taste Mr. Raphael's craftsmanship." I smiled and brought the tray in front of everyone.

"There must be a scam." Lal Santiaozi has known me for the longest time. He could tell at a glance that the anger in my heart was boiling. He sensed my hidden murderous intention and quickly warned the others.

"You can't be wrong, this must be Brother Wu's craftsmanship." As a senior fast food restaurant owner, Rickenhans commented on the dishes I was holding.

"That is to say..." Everyone's eyes fell on the dining table behind me, where several plates of cooked food were already placed.

"The ones over there are the real ones!" Suddenly, the old horse moved, but Doug immediately stretched out his legs and knocked him to the ground. Then the others rushed up together, like a group of wild dogs that had been hungry for three days and three nights.

With meaty bones.

result……

Several pillars of fire shot up into the sky, and all the poor people vying to be the first to taste it had their spicy lips doubled in fat, and they kept breathing as if they were breathing flames.

Stupid humans, this is Ben Druid's trick, and you have all been fooled.

Putting down the tray in my hand, I took out a few pieces of chili pepper from my apron pocket. Yes, it is the devil chili pepper that is said to be able to kill even adventurers. It is said that Feini, who has decades of tomb robbing history, can always find it on her hands.

There are a lot of weird things out there. I'll try to scare her next time and get her to come up with more fun things. And I'm never short of test subjects.

Seeing the misery of Lao Ma and the others, and thinking of their success, I rubbed my nose and laughed to the sky.

However, the next second, the triumphant laughter turned into screams, the same screams as Lao Ma and the others. The difference was that they covered their mouths, but a certain druid covered his nose.

"What are these idiots doing?" Raphael poked his head out of the kitchen and looked over, with countless question marks on his forehead.

"Don't worry about them, they can do nothing but stupid things." Karina, who already has rich experience, did not look back and continued to devote herself to the hot kitchen quite calmly.

It took half an hour for the farce outside to cool down completely, but a new problem came. A group of people gathered around a few thumb-sized red peppers on the table, in a contemplative posture.

"I didn't expect such a small thing to be so powerful." Lal, who was suffering from this, stretched out his finger towards the pepper and wanted to poke it, but when he almost touched it, he suddenly shrank and protruded.

The word coward.

"I think I can create new dishes with it." Ricken's soul for fried chicken burned.

"No, instead of letting you waste such precious seasoning ingredients, why not conquer everyone's tongues with my new **hamburger."

"What?"

"You are the one, what do you want to say?"

"Boss, you seem to have strayed off the subject." Lal coughed a few times and pointed at a certain druid who was tied to a tree with several belts and gagged with leather gloves, whining and struggling.

"At this time, shouldn't we discuss how to deal with the murderer first?"
Chapter completed!