Chapter 612 So How Does My Dad Cook It to Make It More Delicious?

Chapter 612 So how does my dad make it more delicious? -

"… Step 1: Mix the dough and make a hollow pie crust with it, and poke a fist-sized hole in the bottom;

Step 2: Pinch the top and surrounding of the pie crust into the shape of lace and pigeons, fill the middle with flowers to keep its shape, and then send it into the oven;

Step 3: Bake the pie crust until it is golden and crispy, and let it cool after fixing it. Take out the flowers filled in through the hole at the bottom;

Step 4: Stuff the living white pigeon through the bottom hole;

Step 5: After serving, cut the pie crust from the top, and the pigeon will fly out! Then you can serve the guests the prepared, smaller pigeon meat pies made with seasoned pigeon meat..."

————A recipe recorded in a ruined kitchen somewhere in Ancient Terra

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"Stop talking nonsense, can this thing be eaten?!"

Rami Zane threw aside the data board showing the fragile scanned photos of the ancient recipe and protested loudly.

"You can tell from the look of this thing that there will be a lot of pigeons inside after it is cut open-"

"Maybe this old thing doesn't have that function."

Perturabo BC's mood cast a rather gloomy expression on his phantom camouflage humanoid shell, his features looked bone-deep and sunken in shadow, like the shadow cast by the sun in Olympia that no longer exists on the snowy peaks of this planet.

"After all, this flat-haired beast must have been transformed by him, and neither you nor I can explain why he became like this and how he was transformed."

"Uh. I really can't tell you about this. If I knew, I would definitely tell you, Pepe." The librarian, who was very sensitive to the anger of his Border Collie, scratched his scalp. The cables that needed to be re-inserted under the scalp due to recent reconstruction and a lot of calculations did not mix with the long black hair.

"I know." Perturabo still answered gloomily. "But I don't think it's just an ordinary pigeon. I know the old skeleton too well. He can't be that simple, nor can he turn himself into such an easily manipulated form. There must be a trick."

He turned his eyes to his body, which was exactly the same as before the office was breached. The black hair on his scalp that had grown again and part of it had been shaved off had been carefully braided into beautiful warrior braids by Rilano, who was left on the Destiny Steel, with his bionic mechanical hands that he had replaced for him, with incredible dexterity, to prevent the hair from affecting the cables.

And now the Royal Court Steward was directing other servants to clean up and arrange a space for the Primarchs inside and outside the Pharmacist Laboratory in an orderly and rapid manner with the most elegant and steady steps of an elder that a Contemptor Dreadnought could take, without losing their noble status.

Perturabo looked at the busy figure of the steward who suddenly became more enthusiastic about work with suspicion, but the other party's impeccable etiquette and response made him unable to find any reason to find fault with Ramizane - although he wanted to do so now.

Their offices and other venues that had been repeatedly destroyed and repaired recently, as well as the two Iron Lords themselves, were still well managed, thanks to the ancient sage who came as soon as the office break-in incident and the psychic explosion ended.

No one knew what Rilano felt at that moment, but the steward of the royal court, who had been semi-retired and started writing some etiquette guides, gardening books and songs, organized the active and reliable warriors to come before arriving, and then they began to seal off the scene, clean up the aftermath, and appease the lower deck.

Rilano even miraculously dispatched a team of people from all over the place, led by him personally, and came in time to obey the orders of the primarchs.

Perturabo had not listened to Ramizane's compromise before, but had sent Rilano and the others away out of some ancient suspicion or stubbornness that was clearly revealed at this critical moment, leaving only the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists members he believed to be reliable to guard the door. As a result, he was now privately even more annoyed to find that he now had to rely on this experienced and experienced Royal Court Steward to carry out his work.

Because Ahlin, as the highest-ranking Iron Warrior on the ship, was determined to fulfill his duties as a Trident and a chamberlain, and believed that he could never and could not lose to Dantioch.

So when he was attacked by opening the door of the office, when Dantioch, who was standing in the first row, said to Him with admirable courage and determination, "You can't go through", Ahlin, who was standing next to him, also pointed his gun at Him.

Honor, courage and determination are commendable, but when facing a being that once possessed such great power, the result is still obvious.

The First, Second and Tenth Companies all suffered heavy losses - the good news is that it seems that because of Ramizarn's miraculous performance in the last moments, many people were dragged back from the abyss of death and collapse - but they were just pulled back.

So the bad news is that their combat power or most of the loss of material bodies inevitably occurs. When the Iron Lords walked out of the office and summoned the pharmacist's master who was ordered to guard the genetic seed bank in the pharmacist's laboratory to the scene to start first aid in the field, Aharin and many other soldiers were almost dead - according to Hongsuo's The view is "It's incredible why he hasn't died yet. It seems that Danti Oak blocked him for a while."

As the main body where Magna stayed here, the Sleeping Seventh Primrose and external equipment in the life pod of the vault also urgently need inspection and overhaul. The Tianming Steel recently had to close a large area until this The impact of the flagship’s core contemporaries subsides, as people report that some areas will feel some extremely strong emotions when they walk in, or that they may find themselves running into the illusion of the city of Yellow Sand and Brass.

Such a huge loss has made the computing power and human resources that Tianming Iron and Steel, which was only sufficient because of the time and space stalls that are gradually unfolding, especially the Iron and Warriors human resources.

It is obvious that some of the anger that Peturabo has developed after reading the report that has begun to turn red has been transferred to the dove that is most likely the Emperor turned into.

This is very reflected in the pigeon recipes piled up high in one corner of the desk.

"Then it depends on the results of Hongsuo's inspection of it. You and I are not experts in avian biology. - Hongsuo?"

Ramizane raised his tone, and his inquiry was a pharmacist who was busy lying on the operating table of the laboratory bent over.

"No matter how you delay this time, I will cook him."

The black and white steel master's voice was calm, but it was just an illusion. He waved his hand to the other side of the pharmacist's laboratory - it was the medical cabin on the Iron Blood that had advanced equipment, comfortable decoration, but mostly vacant for a long time. Survival pods, now many of the blinking lights on the hatch covers and various changes in information indicate that they are all being used.

"For the experience of your loyal descendants, I understand that if they knew that you planned to cook your father in a fancy way because of their serious injury..."

"I'm not for these stupid and weak descendants! How could steel be shaken to remove rust?" Peturabo interrupted the other party in a hurry, and even brought a hint of ancient smoke to his voice, "I I just happened to wave to there."

"Okay, okay, baby Pepe, whatever you say is what you say."

"Sir." The voice from the pharmacy master interrupted their conversation. The two giants of gods, who were twins except for the color of their eyes, turned their eyes to the transformation from the war blacksmith to the pharmacy and gene master and obvious A child with extraordinary talent in this regard.

"The inspection results are out."

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"This is impossible!" Peturabo roared, "I'm going to pull out his hair and roast him into a roasted pigeon! No, no," the owner of the Iron Legion began to rush to light up people in the laboratory. paced back and forth on the floor, walking around, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He stopped and turned around, as if he was still stepping on the marble floor in the palace of Rox on Olympia, swinging his non-existent cloak out of thin air.

"This is impossible! He must have some backup plan!"

"I've read the report of Hongsuo," Ramizane calmly wore a LOGOS, sitting in his own position, holding the data board submitted by Hongsuo in his hand.

"Personally, I didn't see any problem. Judging from the results of the physical examination, it was just a pigeon, except, uh." He glanced at him again, "In addition to its weak psychic energy, but also its psychic fingerprint and Other special indicators point to the fact that it is beyond your father, it is a dove. To be honest," Ramizane added, "This really surprised me a little. How did this form?"

"How else can it be formed?" Peturabo replied upset, "My calculations have never provided such a result." He glanced at Ramizane.

"What do you think of me? I said it. I don't know why I grabbed a pigeon in my hand in the blink of an eye, and I also knew in my heart that it was your father."

"Why do you still get to know it's Him?" Peturabo approached his body, staring at the ice-blue pupils under his deep brown eyes, which were tightly frowning like a Sichuan-shaped brow. . "I shouldn't ask, but I don't ask. I think I'll keep this question in my heart - what did you see when you opened the door and the old guy rushed in?"

"Uh..." Ramizane grabbed his newly implanted cable and his slightly red and swollen scalp, "I... must say something. What I saw at first was light, and at the second I saw at second I forgot what, but I immediately thought of something I had read.”

"What?"

"Chair. To be precise," said Ramizane, "the throne, a throne carried, and then I seemed to be thinking, "If it is this throne, there should be a dove above it," so I looked up and looked There was a pigeon in the golden light as I thought, and it was still flying towards my face in panic and was about to hit my face, so I reached out to catch it, and I just pinched it Is it?”

Perturabo stared at his face, trying to find the slightest sign of deception or foolishness, but the other party was very sincere, so sincere that he felt that this expression on his face was a bit silly.

"That's all?" he asked.

"Oh, there's more." Ramizane recalled again, "I really can't remember what happened specifically, but there seems to be someone on the throne behind the pigeon."

Perturabo's eyes condensed.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure! But I think there seems to be someone on it. The pigeon flew from above and I caught it."

"In other words," the black and white plush Iron Lord regained a little calm and began to think quickly, "The pigeon and the person on the throne are separated, maybe the pigeon tried to fly away... If so, it is not impossible to explain."

His eyes moved to the white pigeon that Hong Suo stuffed back into the golden birdcage after the inspection. The master of medicine had already known to retreat to take care of the wounded after submitting the report.

The pigeon cooed, its round black eyes showing no emotion that humans could understand. It grabbed the perch in the cage with its claws and pecked at the handful of food that Ramizarn had put in with its beak.

"Perhaps I will dissect it and connect it to a controllable system to retest and monitor it, which will help determine its specific situation." Perturabo said tentatively.

"I have no objection, Pepe. Why are you asking me?"

"Aren't you going to stop me? He may be... the emperor of mankind. He may be the hope or god of many people in this universe."

"All right? This is your father, you can do whatever you want, stew him, roast him, fry him... I don't care what you do with your father." Ramizarn looked puzzled, "Don't ask me about this, Pepe, do whatever you think is appropriate. How long have I lived here, and how long has Perturabo been here? You must have more experience in dealing with this!"

"You trust me so much ? "The Lord of Steel asked softly and in a low voice, "Forget-me-not, I am the demon prince of the Undivided Chaos."

"Alas, don't I know how much water is in your Undivided Chaos!" Ramizarn shook his head, "Anyway, I see that you have done a good job all this time! Besides, I believe you, my Perturabo, is the most capable and intelligent in the world... ahem!"

He stood up and wanted to reach out to comfort Perturabo, but the other party dodged, indicating that this place was not suitable for such private behavior, so Ramizarn muttered and walked to the birdcage, bent down and teased this pigeon, which is probably the most noble in the universe.

His fingers reached into the fence of the birdcage and teased the white pigeon.

"This pigeon is still a little thin to the touch, it would be better if it could be a little fatter..."

Before he said the word "eat", Ramizarn let out a surprised, "Huh?"