The dwarf assassin was somewhat curious about the hero's current state.
"It's a very simple operating method, the so-called multitasking. I learned it while cooking, it's not a troublesome thing."
With his mind on two things at once, Bai Yi now has two perspectives: one is in Farrell's forest, cooking coconut chicken.
Another example is cooking a meal at home using ordinary ingredients bought from a nearby market.
"...Sure enough, it's that familiar taste again. Something that's not easy to do is as simple as opening a bottle and drinking soda in your mouth."
But can we please be a little more mindful and stop this constant Versailles-like behavior? How are ordinary people like us supposed to feel?
The dwarven assassin's current feelings are something a certain demon king who died rather undignified should deeply understand.
He had gone through countless efforts, schemes, and training to obtain the most powerful force of the demon race.
Then, the hero casually suppressed them, saying that he was just an ordinary person.
At this moment, the damage to the soul is even greater than the physical pain.
"What is Versailles? I've always known what humility is, okay?"
Enough of that, the coconut chicken is ready, everyone eat it while it's hot.
He conjured several bowls using life magic, once again demonstrating his magical talent in front of everyone. This time, no one said anything.
They're used to it; they've gotten used to it.
"It looks delicious. Is this the hero's cooking?"
Holding the bowl, which contained some soup, three pieces of chicken, and some coconut meat, the dish seemed to speak to the Spirit Envoy, as if it were tempting him.
"Come on, eat me! Come on, eat me!"
"I can't take it anymore, I have to eat right now."
Ignoring the fact that it wasn't cold yet and might be too hot to handle, I hurriedly put the bowl to my lips and took a mouthful of soup.
"!"
He suddenly opened his eyes wide, because the feedback from his tongue was completely beyond his expectations.
How to describe it? The sweetness of the coconut, the savory flavor of the chicken, combined with the seasonings, create the perfect harmony.
As you chew, the meat seems to come alive again, bouncing between your lips and teeth, each chew accompanied by juices and a faint aroma of oil.
Without realizing it, he felt himself leave the woods and come to a small river.
Sitting on a boat made from a coconut shell, with the ever-flowing river water being the coconut juice, he is enveloped in a rich coconut aroma.
"Cluck cluck..."
Hearing the sound, he turned around and saw a group of men in black and white overalls on the shore.
They were holding golden coconuts, as if they were using them as basketballs, and were constantly patting them.
Why would I have such a dream?
Such a surreal scene brought his consciousness back to the real world. The bowl in front of him was empty, and it felt as if a continuous life force was flowing through his body.
"This feeling... it's like I can do anything!"
With all his muscles engaged, the power amplified by the food, which he hadn't yet adapted to, tore his clothes apart in the instant he unleashed his power.
"Tear..."
"Huh, this?"
A gust of wind blew by, and he realized the awkward situation he was in.
"Something's not right with this dish."
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