More than a dozen auspicious people circling in the clouds, next to them were hundreds of thousands of victims gathering one after another.
And those who have arrived expressed their inability to believe their eyes at what was happening in front of them.
Just now.
The black-haired chef hangs a bamboo with four cranes, and then pours unimaginable amounts of ingredients into the bamboo... Although he can't understand it, the old man in his pocket was still shocked.
The crowd around was talking, it was nothing more than how much ingredients could this magical bamboo hold.
The old man in the straw hat understood that this thing must be a legendary thing that can contain countless treasures in a small size, and is called a magical thing in space equipment.
It is said that every space equipment is priceless!
Even if an ordinary person takes a look, it will be enough to brag for half his life.
Afterwards, something even more shocked to the old man in the straw hat happened. Hei Mao actually put this valuable bamboo on the fire. Then, in order to make the fire more fierce, he poured the old wine on his waist on the fire.
The moment the wine fell to the ground, the flame immediately turned pure purple and burned very fiercely, like a flame-cut spray gun.
But the bamboo is not ordinary. Under the flames like this, it is still green and dripping, and there is no sluggishness at all. Even the green leaves on the bamboo are not rolled up.
"Oh, the kitchen utensils are limited, and the temperature is still not enough. If this continues, it will take at least two days to complete this dish."
Heimao sighed and began to manually build the stove again.
The materials used are all quaint fireproof bricks, all brought by cranes.
"Thank you for your hard work. My bottles and jars are so heavy. I ask you to carry them back and forth every day."
More than a thousand fireproof bricks, each of which is about half the size of a host box.
However, the auspicious clouds that can carry million tons of weight are exhausted by these bricks.
In addition to the fireproof bricks, Black Hair also took out a large amount of combustion materials to replace precious wine.
Although it took some time to build the stove, it was finally completed within three hours.
At this time, the victims had gathered and were looking at the village chief and Hei Mao with confusion.
An elderly man, who was also very old, complained: "That is to say, we have been on a wrong path all the time? And we were almost trafficked?"
"Well...yes." The old man from the straw hat answered helplessly.
The old man shouted: "It's all your fault. These rebels were not promoted by you by yourself. You must be responsible for this mistake!"
"I'm responsible...but the most important thing at the moment is to overcome the difficulties."
As he said that, the old man in his pocket pointed at Hei Mao and said, "This chef said there is a way to fill our stomachs and guide us on the right path."
But how could anyone believe this? Even if these cranes are amazing, no one thinks that Black Hair can do such a thing.
For a moment, the crowd was excited and expressed their dissatisfaction, but there were also smart people who approached Hei Mao and planned to make some money.
Some people also questioned Hei Mao, believing that it was just a show and there were other conspiracies.
"alright!"
Hei Mao smiled silly and took off the roasted bamboo with the aroma of wine from the fire, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Everyone was stunned and looked at the black hair and the small bamboo in its hand without saying a word.
There are too many hundreds of thousands of people, and there are only one or two thousand people around.
"Just this little bamboo, let us all eat enough?"
"Are you really kidding?"
Heimao said seriously: "How could I joke with you? I never lie..."
As he said that, he raised the bamboo in his hand high!