The wild beast meat Mingyou chose was half fat and half lean pork belly.

Barbecue must have enough fat to be fragrant.

He turned the wild beast meat over and used a small flame spray gun specially used in the kitchen to burn the skin of the wild beast and burn off the remaining hair on the skin.

"Even when a spirit beast's spiritual power is exhausted and it closes off its consciousness for self-protection, it still has the intelligence of a two or three-year-old human child."

"So, even if a spirit beast needs energy, the way it eats likely doesn't have a significant impact on its efficiency in digesting that energy. But just like humans know that unseasoned boiled meat is more nutritious than most fried meats, yet they won't choose unseasoned boiled meat unless absolutely necessary, the pleasure of delicious food also exists for spirit beasts."

"As we all know, spirit beasts are aggregates of energy, and this emotional energy can also be absorbed and utilized by spirit beasts. The deeper the spirit beast master's love for the spirit beast, the greater the energy fluctuations contained in the food. So, although nutritional supplements such as nutrient cubes have been produced in an energy-based manner, nutrient cubes only raise the lower limit of spirit beast food. The upper limit of spirit beast food will always be pure handmade food that contains the spirit beast master's heart and soul."

Mingyou mentioned the mass production of the nutritional cubes not to show off, but to prepare for the future sale of the nutritional cubes.

He had studied the mechanical principles of the nutrient block production machine in the system. With the current scientific and technological capabilities of the Star Alliance, it was not difficult to develop a nutrient block production machine. Although operating the nutrient block production machine to produce the highest quality nutrient blocks required considerable skills and talent, to produce qualified nutrient blocks, only proficiency was required.

Mingyou currently couldn't promote the nutritional cubes because he couldn't find any suitable alternative ingredients. However, he believed that since there was residual energy in the meat of wild beasts, he could definitely find high-energy ingredients suitable for spiritual beasts by examining their diets.

During his live broadcast, he would reveal the existence of the Nutrition Cube. If others thought that the Nutrition Cube was a unique nutritional product that only he could make, then for him, the dangers would outweigh the benefits.

But if Mingyou revealed the news that the nutrient cubes could be mass-produced, others would be inclined to cooperate with him and share in the big pie. Moreover, if the nutrient cubes could be mass-produced, it would mean that all S-level esperians in the Star Alliance would be able to enjoy the benefits of the nutrient cubes. Anyone who touched him would be making an enemy of the S-level esperians in the Star Alliance.

Mingyou only had a vague idea about the connection, and Arthur helped him perfect the plan.

After hearing Mingyou's thoughts, Arthur took the initiative to lift his pads and touched Mingyou's soft black curly hair to show encouragement.

Young people just lack experience, they are not stupid.

Although Arthur was confident that he could protect Mingyou, he was very pleased that Mingyou could come up with ways to protect himself.

When Mingyou said that the nutrient cubes could be mass-produced, Arthur poured out a red nutrient cube from the nutrient cube box under his neck and stuffed it into the white bear's mouth.

The audience, who were resisting the temptation of the sauce and contemplating the powerful message contained in Mingyou's words, suddenly had fireworks explode in their heads.

What's this? !

What is this?!

As pure energy exploded from their mouths, a warm current surged from their tongues throughout their bodies. At that moment, many S-class psychics unexpectedly transformed into beast form, unable to control themselves. The special military camp for S-class psychics became a furry exhibition ground. A large number of furries of various shapes and colors howled at the sky, rolled on the ground, and many rubbed their backs against the ground, walls, and trees, howling and meowing, as if they were drunk.

I've never tasted anything so delicious! What on earth is this?

The holographic empathetic projection dissipated, and an indescribable emptiness surged in the hearts of a large group of furry people. They trembled and turned back into humans, roaring madly in the barrage.

Your Highness! One more bite, please! Just one! Please!

Arthur glanced at the comments, revealed a simple tiger smile *罒ω罒*, and posted an announcement as an administrator.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I'm just a furry."

The barrage stagnated.

Very good, this taste is really your highness.

Your Highness is still so lively, how wonderful! But Your Highness, we are also fluffy, can you please not be so perfunctory?

"Hmmmm!" The big white bear also felt that it was not enough, he spread out his bear paws and asked Arthur for food.

Arthur stretched out his cat paw and slapped the polar bear's outstretched paw.

The big white bear continued to stretch out its claws for food indomitable.

Arthur waved his cat paws and slapped them hard, "pa pa pa pa".

The big white bear said that he was thick-skinned and had no fear, so he asked for food quickly.

Arthur's cat claws swung out, leaving afterimages. All the audience members who empathized with the white bear felt their palms being hit wildly by the pads of flesh.

Ahem, although the pain will be weakened, but in the holographic live broadcast room, you can still experience the feeling of being slapped by His Royal Highness... Everyone switched the empathy mode to the third-person perspective, and prepared to switch the empathy mode back when His Royal Highness feeds the big white bear those beautiful "candies" that look like gems again.

The third-person perspective, also known as the streamer tracking perspective or behind-the-scenes perspective, focuses directly on the streamer, tracking their every move. Third-person vision is also a holographic mode, capturing information to give viewers an immersive experience.

Mingyou was concentrating on processing the wild beast meat and didn't notice that Arthur was advertising his nutritional blocks for him.

He continued to ramble on about the special food made by the Spirit Beast Master: "Food that is filled with the Spirit Beast Master's love and care is bound to taste great. Speaking of this, another audience member will definitely ask, what if I am a master of dark cuisine and I am not good at cooking?"

"I must reiterate that food filled with the love of a spirit beast master cannot possibly taste bad. What is love? Love is caring, love is giving your all."

"Can't tell the difference between soy sauce and vinegar? Don't you know to smell it beforehand? Can't tell the difference between sugar and salt? Don't you know to taste it beforehand?"

"Can't you figure out the right ratios for seasonings and ingredients? Why not get a digital scale in the kitchen and measure the ingredients exactly as the recipe says?"

"Always cooking your food undercooked or medium-cooked? How hard is it to follow the recipe instructions with a stopwatch in hand?"

"You can practice cutting vegetables, you can practice kneading dough... Becoming a culinary master does require talent, but most people don't work hard enough to achieve the level of talent required. As long as you have enough love for spirit beasts, as long as you carefully approach all the cooking steps, and as long as you practice enough, anyone can make delicious meals."

"That's why I said that food that contains the spirit beast master's heart and soul will definitely taste good."

Mingyou took a small knife and carefully scraped off the part of the wild beast's skin that was burnt black by the flame spray gun.

Mingyou's technique may not be very skillful in cutting flowers with a knife, adding ingredients and marinating them, but he does it carefully enough.

His actions reflect what he says.

Mingyou's voice is as soft as the fluffy black curly hair on his head, like balls of soft cotton, gently hitting the hearts of the audience, making the audience feel relaxed involuntarily.

The reason they came to the live broadcast room was originally just to confirm the safety of Prince Arthur and the ten heroes he led. But now, they were unconsciously attracted to Mingyou.

This young man had a soft appearance, a soft voice, and even the energy fluctuations emanating from his body were soft, just like a little lamb. This made the S-level psychics in the army, who were always on alert due to the aftermath of the war with the Zerg, couldn't help but relax their minds.

They'd lost control just now because the nutrient cubes were incredibly delicious. But now, simply watching Mingyou busying around and listening to his chatter eased their tense nerves a little, allowing them to experience a sense of relief they hadn't felt in a long time.

…

Lieutenant General Mondy Duran, who had just returned from the sanatorium after visiting his big white bear brother, slumped in the chair in his office, closed his eyes, and was lost in thought for a while.

A year had passed since the war ended. Even during that time, he'd still woken up instantly at the slightest sign of trouble. Even on weekdays, his nerves were constantly on edge, always expecting the Zerg to swarm out of nowhere.

He knew that this was the aftermath of war.

All veterans who have experienced the battlefield are inevitably prone to this mental illness. The Star Alliance's psychiatrists are working hard to treat them.

But ordinary soldiers are fine. They are S-level psychics who rush to the front line of the battlefield. Each of them has transformed into a beast and fought hand-to-hand with powerful Zerg. Even if they are not as miserable as the special psychics, each of them suffers from injuries caused by the residual energy of the Zerg in their wounds.

The lingering Zerg energy, like evil spirits, constantly reminded them of the battlefield, which slowed their progress in psychological treatment. They were like wandering undead trapped on the battlefield.

Mondi thought that only they themselves could help them get out of the bloody battlefield in their memories.

Before their eyes, there was a young man as naive as a little lamb, who soothed their mental anxiety and temporarily pulled them back from the battlefield of the undead to the human world of birdsong and flowers.

What is the origin of this young man? Where did Your Majesty and Your Highness find this great treasure?