Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

When it comes to manipulating dreams, Dawn is still very confident.

What is a "walker who walks in a dream"? Tactical retreat.

As for his ability at this level, when he hunted the Storm God before, because he wanted to be a teammate who took care of each other's back, he once confessed to Cardinal Meyer of the Holy See.

Pope Mohani probably learned a thing or two about this from Meyer.

This time, Eton specially came here to personally report the information on the north to Donne, and also had the intention of asking the God Envoy to come out of the mountain.

"So the matter in the north requires my participation, right?" Donne nodded knowingly.

"It would be great if the gods made your lord able to make a move." The pope replied respectfully.

"I see."

Donne was talking like this, and he thought of the small note he received from [Plague] back then, and there was such a sentence clearly written on it——

[Wait until the time is right and wait for the opportunity. ]

Now may be what Miss Plague said, the time is right.

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sea ​​of ​​storms.

Dawn Isle named after Dorne.

This is the home of the tauren in the real world after they escaped from the [Minotaurs Great Labyrinth].

Under the leadership of the tauren chief Kane and the shaman Tamara, after a year of operation, the place is already decent, and the scale is even much larger than that in the ruins.

Moreover, after getting rid of the constraints of relic resources and development area, the size of the Minotaurs group ushered in a wave of gratifying growth, and the newborn population increased by about 30.

Because it is the boundary of the stormy sea area, Shuguang Island has relatively less changeable weather and is more suitable for survival.

The tropical vegetation on the island grows very well.

In the depths of the dense rainforest, there are Tauren tribes developed on a large scale. There are stretches of tents, wooden long houses, colorful totem poles, and ancestral light feather nets everywhere.

Tauren of all ages can be seen living here.

In the southeast corner of the tribe, near the monster breeding area, there is a long room with colorful boards, which belongs to the old cook of the tribe, Grandma Lulubo.

In the open space of the long room, there is a large pot.

The current tauren tribe still eats a big pot of rice in their daily eating habits. Grandma Lu Lubo led a few small attendants to prepare the food for the whole family, and then everyone came to collect it by themselves.

The sun was shining, and it was time for dinner.

Grandma Lu Lubo and her little followers are stewing fire feather duck meat. A little wild fruit and wild vegetables from the rainforest are added to the duck meat soup. The smell of stewed meat mixed with vegetables permeates the entire camp.

It is worth mentioning that Bain the Maverick, the grandson of Chief Kane, was also in the cooking team at this time.

The little guy is holding up a long wooden spoon to stir the ingredients in the pot evenly, and from time to time he arches his nose to smell the aroma in the pot, and to identify the best time to make this pot of fire feather duck soup.

By the side of the boiling cauldron, many tauren had already gathered, holding wooden basins and wooden bowls, looking forward to the duck soup.

Occasionally, someone would joke: "Bain, your duck soup is getting better and better. This pot smells so good. Do you really want to be a serious cook in the future?"

"Hmph~" Bain shook his head proudly after hearing these words, "Of course it will burn better and better, Grandma Lulubo and I were taught by Big Brother Dawn! And, There's nothing wrong with being a cook, isn't Brother Dawn a cook!"

This mouth is closed, it's all about his brother Donne.

Although Dawn hadn't been seen by the Minotaurs for a year, his presence in the camp was not low at all.

During the time of two meals a day, it is mentioned more than one hundred times on average.

Among them, there are nearly fifty times, all contributed by Maverick Bain.

It is no exaggeration to say that this little tauren is a diehard fan of Dorne.

To say that the appearance of Dorn at the beginning really left some indelible influence on the tauren tribe.

When they were in the ruins before, the tribal culture of the tauren worshiped a strong body and strength, advocating force.

As for now, the ethos of martial arts has not changed.

But at the same time, the tauren have another ethnic hobby-cooking and studying cooking.

It is estimated that this "dry rice style" and "cooked rice enthusiasm" will develop in the long run, and may also evolve into an important part of tribal culture.

The duck soup in the cauldron boiled for a while, and when the aroma of the meat reached its peak, Grandma Lu Lubo called the assistants to start the pot.

The Tauren, who had been waiting for a long time, surrounded him with a huff while holding the bowl.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, everyone has a share! Hey! Seti, don't think I didn't see it! One bowl for each person, there are still many people who didn't come to eat, put back the bowl you hid!"

"What? For the sake of my life and death with Mr. Dorn, isn't it worth getting an extra bowl?"

"You've used that excuse many times!"

After a short period of confusion, the duck soup in the cauldron was divided in half.

The tauren were carrying duck soup, and they ate sweetly with golden baked rice cakes.

By the way, the raw material of these rice cakes is rice, one of the crop seeds left by Dorne after helping the tauren move.

Under the leadership of the old human adventurer Qizi, the planting of some crops has achieved initial results.

In this way, the living standards of the tauren people, especially the standard of diet, have been visibly improved.

When the group of idle tauren had almost eaten, another group of people around the cauldron came back from gathering and hunting, and joined the dinner.

Among the second batch of diners, there was a half-tauren Benisha who looked like a monster girl.

Benisha picked up today's lunch, and went in to find a small stake to sit down, eating while listening to the gossip of the people around her——

"Grandma Lulubo and Bain's dishes are getting more and more delicious, but ah...shhh, I still miss the one that Mr. Dorn cooked himself."

"I miss it too. But it can't be helped. How can other people compare with Mr. Donne? That's Mr. Donne."

Listening to the conversations of the people around her, Benisha didn't say anything, but took a bite of the rice crackers silently.

Click click click.

The rice cakes that are baked until they are crispy are full of grain. At this time, take a sip of the hot and delicious duck soup to soak the rice in your mouth. The taste is indescribable.

Of course, the combination of duck soup and rice cakes is really not good enough compared to the dishes Dawn cooked in the past.

But people need to be satisfied.

"call--"

Exhaling freely, Benisha picked up the rice cake and took another bite. The slender ox tail on her back shook from side to side, and she muttered in a voice that only she could hear, "That Mr. Dorn... "