"I would never lay a hand on a lady!"
Sanji said something, then took off running, about to rush out the door.
"shave."
Just then, a voice sounded behind him.
Sanji instinctively dodged to the side, only to see a white figure sweep past him from where he had been standing, kicking the wall above the door.
boom!!
The wall was kicked to pieces, the whole kitchen shook, and stones fell, blocking the kitchen door.
Kikyo turned to Sanji and said, "If I let you leave, that man will definitely throw another tantrum. I just want to cook properly and I have no interest in listening to people throw tantrums."
Sanji's face darkened.
"Aren't you going to do it? Then I'll go first."
Kikyo stomped her foot on the ground, her body turning into a blur as she rushed towards Sanji, her delicate hand reaching out to grab his collar.
Sanji stepped back, dodging Kikyo's grab, but just as he did, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his legs unconsciously lifted up, but he quickly put them down again.
The hand that had been grabbing Sanji suddenly accelerated, locking onto his retreating direction beforehand, snatched him up, hoisted him onto its shoulder, and slammed him to the ground.
"Major external cut!"
Bang!
Sanji's head slammed into the ground, creating a large dent, and he lay there trembling, legs pointing upwards.
Kikyo initially intended to continue using her throwing technique, but after a moment's thought, she straightened up and asked, "You noticed, didn't you? Why didn't you make a move?"
Just now, this guy's expression and actions clearly showed that he had anticipated her moves.
Sanji's head trembled in the crater in the ground. He struggled to pull it out, rolled on the spot, and then knelt down, blood streaming down his forehead. He gasped for breath:
"I, I would never lay a hand on a lady, that's my code of chivalry!"
"Huh? You'd definitely make a move on a woman? And you'd even ride on the sidewalk?"
Kikyo stared at Sanji with the same look she gave him as trash. "I guess I was wrong, you piece of trash."
"Hey, listen to me!" Sanji roared. "What's wrong with your ears?!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a hand grabbed him again.
Sanji was startled and dodged to the side. Kikyo missed her and kicked him like a whip.
Bang!
This kick sent Sanji flying.
However, the next moment, Kikyo's expression changed, and she looked to the side, "Oh no, my cooking!"
Sanji flew over and crashed right into her kitchen counter.
However, at this moment, the man in black deliberately lowered his head, forcibly dissipating the force and slamming his head into the ground. He slid a short distance with his face touching the ground, barely stopping at a position very close to the kitchen counter.
There was no impact, and the food was not overturned.
"You rascal..."
Kikyo asked in confusion, "Why?"
Sanji staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from his face. "How could the beautiful lady's carefully prepared meal be ruined?"
"Huh? You're saying my cooking is terrible and you want to ruin it?"
Sanji: "..."
He looked down at the steak that was still cooking. "What a pity, it's overcooked. It's not suitable for pan-frying now; the texture will be off."
Sanji picked up a frying pan from the side, poured in oil, and turned on the stove to heat it up.
Then, she quickly picked up the tongs, flipped the steak over and seared it, while her other hand started cracking eggs from somewhere and preparing a bowl of flour.
"The ingredients are good..."
He quickly stirred the eggs until they became a sticky mess, then Sanji picked up the steak, coated it with flour and egg mixture, and threw it into the oil.
"The oil should be about 60% hot..."
The wrapped steak was placed in the frying pan and immediately began to sizzle.
Kikyo, who was about to take action, had a strange look in her eyes. She just stood there and watched Sanji do what he was doing.
Sanji started mixing the sauce.
"When eating fried steak, you need not only good beef, but also good sauce."
He quickly fiddled with the ingredients, mixing them together until they turned into a color similar to soy sauce.
Only then did he flip the steak over.
"Fry for two minutes, then flip and fry for another minute..."
After precisely timing it for one minute, Sanji scooped up the steak, flicked his wrist, and drained the oil from the fried steak.
He placed the steak on the cutting board, cut it into small pieces, attached the small dish of prepared sauce to the plate, garnished it with a green flower, then picked up his fork, placed it on the other end of the plate, turned around and handed the plate over, leaning forward and saying, "Please enjoy, beautiful lady."
Kikyo looked at him for a while, then picked up the fork on the plate, forked a piece of steak, dipped it in sauce, and put it in her mouth.
chew...
silence...
Kikyo put down her fork, turned around, and said, "If you're going to export it, find somewhere to break it up yourself."
Sanji put down the plate and walked toward the blocked door.
"Your cooking is good, you win. Also... although what you said was awful, your actions show that you are a very polite man."
Kikyo said softly from behind him.
Sanji paused for a moment, then his lips curled up, gradually widening to reveal a set of white teeth.
"Of course, I'm the future Pirate King's chef!"
Bang!
Sanji kicked the blocking rock away and walked out.
Kikyo gazed at the now-empty doorway and murmured, "Not bad Observation Haki. She clearly had the ability to retaliate, but she didn't. However..."
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