Chapter 2958 Barbecue

Tuotuo seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of the Blue Witch's words, but I understood, so I was startled and broke into a cold sweat.

This foodie must be so crazy that he would cook and eat his pet, his friend who has been with him for tens of millions of years, even though he still has food to satisfy his hunger.

But judging from the saliva she wiped from the corner of her mouth, and the expression of hope and enthusiasm on her face, it seemed that food was the absolute number one priority for her.

I picked up Tuotuo and wiped its smooth down. Looking at its innocent little expression, I couldn't help but sweat for it.

The process of entering the city was smooth, as long as you paid, it didn't matter if you didn't have an identity.

In fact, every large town in the Demon World accepts hundreds to thousands of unidentified "black households" almost every day. These "black households" are not real gangsters, but smugglers who are inconvenient to use their real names, or executioners. Under the command of some powerful people on secret missions.

For these two types of people, the gatekeepers will basically not be too difficult. As long as the amount of payment can satisfy them, they will be happy to do this favor.

Among them, the ones they like to receive the most are spies from famous families. Such people may ask them for some information, but accordingly, they pay them the most in passing fees, and they usually leave two to three coins. More than copper coins.

As for me, who was accustomed to grabbing a handful of copper coins and throwing them at them, they naturally regarded me as a powerful spy working for a big shot that no one could offend.

However, after confirming that I was not this identity, driven by money, they automatically and consciously gave me a new identity in their minds - a noble son who came to experience life, or a noble family with a large town with a considerable size. Beloved son.

Otherwise, how could you get a lot of tips with just a flick of your hand?

When they looked at me with flattering eyes, I immediately acknowledged my identity and asked them about the customs of the town.

The soldiers were naturally very enthusiastic towards me, and they absolutely responded to all my questions and requests.

When I understood almost everything, I casually took out two more copper coins and put them into the hand of one of the soldiers under the gaze of the soldiers: "Go buy tea."

This time I paid eight copper coins to enter the city. The two soldiers guarding the city were so happy that they even walked quite far away. They even waved and saluted me.

"You can really do whatever you want if you have money!" the blue witch said with emotion.

"You're right," I said, "In the material world, as long as you have enough money, you can buy most things."

"Can the soul also be used?" the blue witch asked.

"Of course" I said.

"But the soul belongs to the great will," she retorted.

"That's a free soul," I said, "I'm talking about a soul that's bound by the body. Most of these souls can be bought with currency."

The blue witch pursed her lips and asked abruptly: "Does this count as blasphemy to the soul?"

"Maybe, not really," I answered vaguely.

"My soul has been sold, how can it not be considered a blasphemy?"

"It's very simple," I said: "The purpose of these people selling their souls is to maintain the survival time of the body and to allow the body to live with greater comfort, but what is the body? The body is the residence of the soul."

"Our world is about equal exchange. Only by giving can there be rewards, and these souls pay precisely to repay the body that provides them with a place to stay. Therefore, when the soul is still lodged in the body, Even if the soul itself is sold, the soul is still not considered desecrated. It can only be said that this is another way of equivalent exchange."

"Well -" the blue witch pouted at Lao Gao, as if she was unwilling to accept my point of view, but she couldn't find a reason to refute it.

"Well, there's a restaurant ahead. Have you decided what you want to eat?" I stretched out my hand and pointed to a large restaurant ten meters away.

"I want to eat barbecue!" Blue Witch said without thinking.

"no problem."

"You did it!" she added.

"You just finished eating, didn't you? You seem to be tired of it already." I curled my lips and reminded her, "Roast hare."

"That's not called barbecue!" The Blue Witch pouted, looking very unhappy: "And rabbit meat is not delicious at all! I want to eat beef! Lamb!"

".That's a restaurant. It has a dedicated chef and we don't need to do it ourselves."

"No! I'm going to eat your baked goods!" The blue witch started to show off in the street.

This move instantly attracted countless attention.

!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

"Okay, okay, I promise you, can't I promise you?"

Lowering my voice, I promised her in panic.

"That's not bad." The blue witch held her head high and strode towards the hotel.

I feel so regretful, why did I agree to take her back to Zephyr Continent in the first place?

How cheap!

I mentally slapped myself a few times and walked into the hotel.

The ordering process went smoothly, but when I asked to go to the back kitchen to prepare the barbecue for my table, the boss was obviously a little unhappy. Even the chef in the back kitchen stuck his head out with a serious look on his face.

But when I put a silver coin on the table, all my dissatisfaction disappeared.

The boss enthusiastically introduced me to the kitchen and provided me with an oven that looked at least 80% new.

"This is our special oven for roasting meat delicacies for our most distinguished guests. Please use it. If you need it, just give us your order."

After the boss finished speaking, he walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face.

In the back kitchen, all the chefs looked at me quietly. Some were laughing at me, some were guessing my identity, and some were just watching the fun.

As for barbecue, I’m still very good at it.

After a series of smooth operations, all the kitchen workers were stunned.

We are not bragging. With our level of barbecue, no matter where we put it, it will be of first-class quality.

Of course, only for barbecue.

Swish, swish, swish, five by two, put the barbecue on a plate, and took it out of the kitchen. Before going out, I nuzzled at the chef: "There is another plate behind, please use it, you're welcome."

This is considered as compensation for the chefs to temporarily stop working.

After placing the grilled steak and lamb chops on the table, the blue witch's long-awaited eyes instantly focused on the juiciest piece of lamb chops. She didn't mind it being too hot, so she reached out to grab it and put it on the table. When you put it on the plate in front of you, start crunching and feasting.

Looking at her embarrassed expression makes me want to laugh.

When the barbecue had cooled down a bit, I put a piece of beef on the plate in front of the little hound, and the little guy chewed it with his sharp-looking teeth.

Then, holding the plate and the remaining cold beef and mutton chops, I went to the kitchen again, intending to heat them up.

The moment I walked in, the boss suddenly came over, rubbed his hands, and asked me flatteringly: "This guest, is he interested in joining our restaurant and becoming a barbecue chef?"