Chapter 916: What It Will Look Like in 40 or 50 Years

The two rough hands clasped together, and the creaking sound was so painful to hear.

After half a minute, the Grand Master relaxed his strength, and the two separated their hands. He put his hands on his waist and laughed, "Hahaha, it turns out that your wrist strength is also first-class, let's call it a draw!"

Gordon took his hand back in silence, "You don't have to save face for me, strength can't be faked, you won."

He thought that the opponent's muscle strength would decline more severely at the age of sixty or seventy, so he let it go at the beginning. Caught off guard, his hand bones were almost crushed by the opponent.

In the end, he had used up all his strength, and the Grand Master still seemed to have some spare strength.

At least in wrist strength, the opponent did beat him.

To be honest, this was the first time Gordon met someone who could suppress him in strength.

Of course, the Great Elder was not considered a "human".

As if he appreciated the phrase "strength can't be faked", the Grand Master reached out and patted Gordon's shoulder again.

This time it was an encouraging pat on the shoulder, not the kind that made a sound like breaking the wind and could break the table.

"Sorry, this old guy is always like this, but it seems that he likes you very much." The commander-in-chief walked over with a smile, "'Brave Gordon', right? What an outstanding young man.

Mecca told me something about you in the letter, the leader of the special investigation team, haha, it will be you who will lead these young people in the future!"

After that, the commander-in-chief looked at the crowd on the pier, "Everyone in the special investigation team, on behalf of the New World Ancient Dragon Investigation Team, welcome everyone.

I won't say any more unnecessary clichés, the welcome dinner is ready, follow me!"

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the big cafeteria "Weapons and Mountain Cat Pavilion" in the Star Base is in full swing.

"Meow——"

Pork Chop and Xianglan gathered in front of the open kitchen, watching the cat chefs of the investigation team show their skills.

The chef, or as they say here, the head chef, is an Elu who gives people the feeling of being a butcher more than a chef.

Adult Elu are usually about one meter tall. For example, Xianglan is 99 centimeters tall, but unfortunately she never grew that last centimeter.

Pork Chop has a good foundation, and has been eating and training with a master like Gordon for many years. His height has grown to more than 110 centimeters, a whole circle taller and stronger than ordinary Elu cats.

The chef in front of him is nearly 130 centimeters tall, with muscles knotted to the point of being a little deformed. His shoulders are as wide as two ordinary Elu, and there is a huge scar on his closed right eye, which seems to be the claw mark of some monster.

Just standing there with his arms folded, a fierce aura hits you in the face.

In the center of the cat chefs' cooking area is a huge and heavy rock slab, with a strong fire underneath, which makes the rock slab hot.

Put the fresh meat rich in fat on it, and the "sizzling" sound makes people want to drool.

Xianglan's saliva is already flowing.

Pork Chop is concentrating on observing the cooking methods of the cat chefs.

The cooking method of the investigation team's cat chef is mainly grilling on a stone plate and stewing in a large pot.

Perhaps it is too wild and monotonous in the eyes of some chefs who pursue exquisiteness, but in order to fill the hundreds of mouths of the investigation team, this is the best way to strike a balance between deliciousness and efficiency.

Put fresh meat, fish, shrimp, shellfish and seafood on it, quickly fry the charred layer, pour a cup of strong liquor, cover it and simmer for a while, then sprinkle with salt and pepper and other basic seasonings, and the pungent fresh fragrance will immediately spread.

The chef, who has not done much, but just stood aside with his strong arms, sniffed, showed an expression of "not bad" on his face, and nodded slightly.

The cat chef respectfully stepped aside.

The chef raised his cat's paw, carefully picked up a fresh rosemary, and carefully placed it in the center of the just-finished grilled fish.

Inject soul.

Xianglan almost drooled, and asked impatiently, "Can I eat it, meow?"

The chef folded his arms again and made a "please enjoy" gesture in a high-handed manner.

As soon as the cat chef put the grilled fish on the same huge plate, Xianglan had already pounced on it.

Pork Chop's eyes lit up, "I see, meow. It not only retains the original flavor and tenderness of the ingredients, but also takes into account the roasted aroma and crispness of the roasted ingredients, meow.

The only problem is that the quality and freshness of the ingredients are extremely high, meow. This cooking method can only be used in the place of origin of the ingredients with abundant resources, meow. I am looking forward to it, meow!"

The chef turned his head and looked at the young Elu.

Strong muscles, powerful claws, the huge scar on the forehead is very conspicuous, and there are countless small scars hidden in the hair.

This is a warrior cat who has experienced many battles.

Adding to his understanding and love of cooking and ingredients, the chef narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seemed to see himself when he was young.

"Meow--" The voice with a low purring sound didn't sound like that of an Elu cat, but rather a low roar of some dragon-toothed dragon species.

"It seems that I have to show off my skills myself, meow."

The chef muttered in a deep voice and clapped his paws.

The two Elu cat chefs nodded vigorously and ran away. Not long after, they came back with a super-huge piece of meat weighing 40 to 50 kilograms.

The cross-section of the meat was covered with beautiful marble-like fat patterns. This was the highest grade of herbivorous dragon meat.

The chef slowly pulled out the huge cat sword behind him, which was still more than one meter long even though the tip was broken.

He shook the muscles in his chest as if warming up.

As Xianglan was stuffing grilled fish into his mouth with his cat's paw and knife and fork, his whiskers trembled, and he stepped back with the plate, "The old man showing off his muscles is a bit disgusting."

Chef: "."

Beside the wine table in front of the cooking table, the chief laughed, "Hahahaha, I haven't seen that guy so serious in a long time.

It's been a long time since I heard a young Elu dare to say that to him, the old man showing off his muscles, hahaha!"

Hayata, who was sitting at the same table, apologized for Xianglan with a dry laugh. That guy was always disrespectful.

Gordon shrugged, took a few sips of wine, and picked up a piece of leg meat of an unknown bird and ate it happily.

Ansir looked at the chief, then at the chef, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Is that chef cat your hunting partner?"

"Haah, it used to be, but then we all retired!" The chief threw a piece of meat with bones into his mouth, rinsed it, and spit out the clean bones.

So, will Fey cats really become more and more like their masters?

Anxier looked at the chief who tore off his sleeves and revealed his two muscular arms.

It's still February, which is not even early spring. Xianglan's comment about wearing a vest seems to be true for this person.

Behind the barbecue table, the chef waved a cat sword, or a chef's knife? He cooked the huge herbivorous dragon meat heroically.

Pork Chop seemed to be itching to do something, so he threw away his knife and fork and ran into the cooking area, grabbed an apron and put it on, and came to the chef to help.

The chief at the wine table was like competing with Gordon, throwing barbecue into his mouth one piece after another, and the wine never stopped, and the wine barrel beside the table was almost empty.

Anxier sighed, turned his head and said to Hayata:

"I always feel that I can see what Gordon and Pork Chop will look like in 40 or 50 years."

Ps.

The chief should have retired. He was never seen carrying weapons when he went out in the wild. (Of course, the bigger reason may be the need for game performance)