Sometimes, it's a good thing to humbly listen to other people's advice.
Because some things are like math problems, if you don't know how, you don't know how; if you can't do it, you can't do it.
Just like now, although El said that he specially increased the elasticity of the handmade beef balls he made in order to satisfy his own appetite.
If you let someone like Karl Wayne, whose stats are inferior to El, eat it, the experience will most likely not be very good.
However, Carl Wayne doesn't think so.
He's El's biological father, after all. How could he say no in front of his son?
So, Al and his mother finished a plate of tomato beef brisket, while Carl Wayne was still wrestling with the beef balls.
"Dad, how's it going? Are the beef balls delicious?"
Seeing someone still chewing on a beef ball, El, whether intentionally or not, picked up a piece of brisket that was still wobbling and had tendons from the broth and put it in his mouth.
"I don't eat beef..."
Clutching his aching cheek, Carl Wayne did not directly answer Al's question.
There was no way around it; I was just being stubborn. I couldn't admit defeat in front of my son.
It's not that he can't eat beef balls; it's just that he doesn't usually eat beef, and he was careless and didn't dodge properly, which is why he couldn't finish them.
"Really? Dad, you don't like beef."
"It really is real, even more real than real gold."
Carl Wayne became more and more convinced of his own point of view, as if he himself believed it.
"That's a real pity. Such a big minotaur, except for its head, the rest of its body was intact."
I was thinking of saving that bull penis for you to cook something since I don't eat it, but I guess I'll just throw it away.
He turned around, seemingly preparing to go into the cellar to dispose of the ingredients.
"Wait a minute, you little brat, don't go yet!"
Behind Al, Karl Wayne suddenly stood up, raised a hand, and tried to stop Al.
"Oh? What's wrong? Didn't you say you don't eat beef?"
Al stopped and turned back with a subtle smile. Carl Wayne realized he had been tricked.
"The past is the past, the present is the present, and these are different."
I don't eat beef, but then again...
Without blushing or skipping a beat, she calmly stated that it was all the children's good intentions, and it would be a waste and a pity if she didn't eat it.
After this, the room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Over the next few days, El continued to use minotaur ingredients intensively at home to make monster dishes.
He needed to prepare for the upcoming vampire hunt. The minotaur stats were important, and although his magic was already very strong, a powerful physique was also crucial.
Imagine this: as a mage, El is caught in close combat by an enemy, and the opponent thinks victory is assured.
El dropped his magic wand and punched the guy in the face, denting his cheek.
Isn't this scene quite nice?
So, thanks to the Tauren for providing the ingredients, in addition to the braised beef that was made at the beginning, El also enjoyed beef porridge, beef soup, grilled steak, braised beef bones, stewed beef, and beef fried noodles...
Now, just thinking about the minotaur who used to provide him with food brings tears to El's eyes.
"Tauren, my good friend, thank you for your efforts. Don't worry, I will remember you, and your contributions will not be forgotten."
Wiping away her drool... no, it was tears, El opened her notebook and began writing the next recipe.
"Monster Cuisine, Minotaur Edition"
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