El always felt that if monsters could eat people, why couldn't people eat monsters?

Only in this way can we achieve true equality for all beings.

"I hope my recipes can make this world a better place..."

However, El was also pondering a question: if others were to prepare and consume monster dishes, such as the minotaur dishes this time, how much enhancement would they likely gain?

Al knew very well that he was different.

Even with El's hands-on guidance, when it comes to making slime dishes, the others can only make the food taste better and have a slightly better effect; the strongest glowing dish has never appeared.

Eating monster food doesn't provide as significant an effect as El.

He can easily lift a section of river, but those kids...maybe they can just make a few water balloons to play with?

"You can't generalize about the relationships between people, but the problems aren't that big."

As long as they eat enough, and as long as the monsters offer up their flesh, the accumulated profits over time will be considerable.

(Monster: Can't we stop being so selfless?)

No longer dwelling on the previous question, El needs to continue exploring the possibilities of the Minotaur in order to complete the Recipe: Minotaur Chapter.

He grabbed a large beef bone, placed the middle part against his knee, and exerted force with both hands.

"Crack..."

The bone from the minotaur was broken by El, thanks to the previous minotaur dish that gave El some strength enhancement, and it didn't take much effort.

It could be said that it was taken from the Minotaur and used for the Minotaur.

"Thank you again, Tauren, for giving me a wonderful lunch, enough for dinner and for the next few days."

The beef bones are to be used to make bone broth, and he also wants to eat braised beef bones and suck out the marrow.

In the Wayne house, the kitchen was at work once again, and a domineering aroma wafted out of the window.

The passing villagers sniffed the air and felt their appetites whetted; they longed to go back and eat three large bowls of rice.

"What dish is Little El preparing now? It tastes absolutely amazing..."

One villager thought that when he got back, he should teach his children how to cook.

Look at El, that's what you call someone else's kid. Their skills are nowhere near as good as his.

Even if you follow the recipe step by step, some people will still end up making strange-tasting culinary disasters.

After all, it still comes down to the same old saying: a little, a suitable amount, a certain amount, a certain time, simmering over low heat, stir-frying over high heat. Many people still don't understand the meaning of these terms.

As the sun rose and set, another day passed. When Carl and his wife returned home, they found some discarded, unusually large bones, and the room filled with the aroma of meat.

"There's meat again today... Wait, this tastes like beef, right? El, where did we get the beef from?"

Blind student, you've discovered the key point.

Carl Wayne thought of this problem: they didn't have any cows, so the question was, where did the beef come from?

He remembered something that happened in a neighboring village: a fisherman, having missed his fishing trip, led away a cow that was grazing by the river on his way home.

The cow belonged to another fisherman who was grazing there. The owner was fishing nearby and almost beat up the guy who had taken advantage of the situation... to steal the cow.

"El, is this beef of yours legitimate quality?"

"Don't worry, Dad, there's no problem with the origin of this beef. It came from a minotaur that I hunted myself."