Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

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

　　 What do you mean by "walking in a dreamland", tactically lean back.

　　 Regarding this level of his ability, when he was hunting the Storm God before, because he had to take care of each other's back teammates, he had confessed to the cardinal Mayer of the Holy See.

　　 Pope Mohani probably learned something about it from Meyer.

　　 This time, I came to Eaton to personally report the information of the north to Dorne, and he also had the intention of asking God to bring the adults out of the mountain.

　　 "So I need my participation in the northern affairs, right?" Donn nodded knowingly.

　　 "It would be great if the gods could make an effort." The pope replied respectfully.

"I see."

　　Dorn said this, and thought of the small note he had received from [Plague] in his heart. It clearly wrote such a sentence on it—

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

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

　　...

　　 Storm sea.

　　 Dawn Island named after Donne.

　　 This is the homeland where the tauren people live in the real world after they have escaped from the [Minotaur Labyrinth].

　　 Under the leadership of Tauren Chief Kane and Shaman Tamara, after a year of operation, this place is already decent, and the scale is even much larger than it was in the ruins.

　　 Moreover, after getting rid of the limitations of relic resources and development area, the scale of the Minotaur ethnic group has ushered in a wave of gratifying growth, and the new population has increased by about 30.

　　Because it is the boundary of the storm sea area, Dawn Island is relatively less weather-changing and more suitable for survival.

　　The tropical vegetation on the island is growing very well.

　　Deep in the dense rain forest, there are large-scale tauren tribes opened up, and there are tents, wooden long houses, colorful totem poles, and ancestral light feather nets everywhere.

　　 You can see tauren of all ages living here.

　　 In the southeast corner of the tribe, it is a long house with colored panels near the monster breeding area. It belongs to the tribe’s grandmother Lu Lubo, the old chef.

　　 On the open space of the long room, there is a big pot.

　　 Now the Tauren tribe, their daily diet is still eating big pot of rice. Grandma Lulubo took a few small attendants to prepare the food for the whole clan, and then everyone came to collect it by themselves.

　　 The sun is clear, it's time for dinner.

　　 Grandma Lu Lubo and her companions are cooking fire-feather duck meat. The duck broth also contains some wild fruits and wild vegetables from the rain forest. The smell of stewed meat mixed with the fragrance of vegetables fills the entire camp.

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

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

　　 Beside the boiling pot, there are already many tauren around, all holding wooden basins and wooden bowls, looking forward to the duck soup.

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

"Humph~" After hearing these words, Bain shook his cow's head triumphantly, "Of course it will burn better and better. Grandma Lulubo and I were pointed out by Brother Donne! And, What's wrong with being a cook, isn't Big Brother Donn a cook!"

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

　　 Although Dorn hasn't appeared in the Minotaurs' vision for a year, his presence in the camp is not low at all.

　　 During the two meals a day, people have to mention it more than a hundred times on average.

　　 There are nearly fifty times of them, all contributed by Mavericks Bain.

　　 It is not an exaggeration to say that this little tauren is a diehard fan of Donne.

　　 Moreover, the appearance of Donn really left some indelible influence on the Tauren tribe.

　　 When I was in the ruins before, the tribal culture of the tauren worshipped the strong body and strength, and advocated force.

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

　　 But at the same time, the Tauren people have another ethnic hobby-cooking and cooking.

　　 It is estimated that this "dry rice style" and "dry rice enthusiasm" will continue to develop in the long run, and it may become an important part of tribal culture.

　　 The duck soup in the big pot boiled for a while, and when the meat aroma reached its peak, Grandma Lulubo asked the assistants to start the pot.

　　 The tauren, who was waiting for a long time, hugged the bowl and surrounded him.

　　 "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, everyone has a share! Hey! Seti, don't think I didn't see it! There is a bowl for one person, and there are many people who haven't come to eat. Give me the bowl you hid and put it back!"

　　 "What? Since I was born and died with Mr. Donne, isn't it worth getting an extra bowl?"

　　 "You have used this excuse many times!"

　　 After a brief confusion, the duck soup in the big pot was divided in half.

　　 The tautou people were carrying duck soup and eating golden brown rice crackers.

　　 By the way, the raw material of this rice cake, rice, is one of the crop seeds left by Don after helping the Tauren people move.

　　 Under the leadership of the veteran human adventurer Qizi, the planting of some crops has shown initial results.

　　As a result, the living standards of Tauren people, especially the level of diet, have been visibly improved.

　　 When this group of idle tauren had almost eaten, another group of people around the cauldron returned from gathering and hunting. UU reading www.uukanshu.com joined the meal.

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

　　 Benissa received a lunch today, so he went in and found a small wooden stake to sit down, eating while listening to the gossip of the people around—

　　 "The dishes made by Grandma Lulubo and Bain are getting more and more delicious, but ah... shhh, I still miss the bite that Mr. Donne made himself."

　　 "I miss it too. But there is no way, how can other people compare to Mr. Donne, that's Mr. Donne."

　　 Listening to the conversations of the people around him, Benissa had no words, but silently took a bite of rice crackers.

　　 Click, click, click.

　　 The rice **** is grilled until it is burnt and crispy. It has a grainy texture. At this time, drink another sip of hot and delicious duck soup, soak the rice in your mouth, not to mention how beautiful it is.

　　 Of course, the combination of duck soup and rice crackers is really not enough compared to the dishes Donn had made.

　　 But people, you know enough.

"Huh—" Benissa took a sigh of relief and took another bite of the rice cracker. The slender cow tail behind her swayed from side to side, while she ate, whispered in a voice that only she could hear, "That Dorn Sir..."

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