◎The pancake I just hid rolled over!◎
The jubilant and lively atmosphere continued until the sun rose high in the sky. Warren smiled and clapped his hands: "Okay, be quiet for now. We still have things to do next."
The demons were very obedient, their singing soon stopped, and the demon soldiers sat in a row on the ground, looking up at their king expectantly.
Warren took a step back, leaving enough space, and nodded to the familiar chefs who had been preparing for a long time.
Under the curious gazes of many demon soldiers and led by the head chef Xiliu, the demon chefs lined up and walked onto the podium.
Having never experienced such a big scene before, they inevitably felt nervous, but when they looked around, they saw that the magic soldiers in the audience were all familiar faces with whom they had eaten fried meat and chatted before, so they gradually relaxed, took out the land fruit, and began to introduce it seriously.
"Last night, under the command of the great king, we tried several cooking methods for the earth fruit," Xiliu straightened his back and tried to make his voice louder. "Regarding whether the earth fruit can be used as a reserve food for the Demon King's army and which dishes can be added to the daily food supply, the merciful king decided to let everyone vote."
The demon soldiers looked at each other. It was the first time they participated in decision-making on matters related to their daily lives through voting. This made them feel proud to be valued by the Demon King and they were full of energy.
However, most demon soldiers still have a resistance to the soil fruit. In the minds of the demons, this kind of soil-like thing is the food of demon beasts, and as a powerful demon, eating this mud is tantamount to self-degradation.
The familiar chef slurped but did not continue his speech. Instead, he led the familiar chefs to take out the rock iron pans and start stir-frying on the spot.
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The rich fragrance soon filled the entire military camp. The demon soldiers sniffed, and their slightly disgusted expressions gradually turned into surprise.
"This is the first way to eat the land fruit," Xilu introduced, "Dip punk sauce into the land fruit puree. It's delicious."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen demons came to the front of the stage with stone trays, added a spoonful of earth fruit puree to each plate, and poured half a spoonful of punk sauce on it, and distributed it to the demon soldiers one by one.
Most of the magic soldiers who took the plate were a little hesitant. They had all come into contact with Punk, a kind of magic beast that was widely distributed in the Forbidden Plains. Not only was it sticky like a ball of mud, it also tasted spicy and salty. It could be said that unless they were starving, this kind of magic beast would rarely appear on their menu.
A lot of Ponks were brought back from this hunt, purely because although the scores of these monsters were not high, they were still counted as extra points for the hunting team. Since a mosquito is still meat no matter how small it is, the magic soldiers will not mind the trouble and will try to catch it if they meet it on the road.
Is it really possible to eat food like this that is already unpalatable when mixed with fruits dug out of the ground?
The demon soldiers sniffed carefully, but in the end the idea of not wasting food prevailed and they swallowed it in one gulp with their eyes closed.
The hot and sour sauce soaked in the soft and glutinous soil puree, creating a unique taste, fresh, spicy, mellow and tasty, which caused a dimensionality reduction impact on these magic soldiers who had almost never come into contact with seasonings.
With their mouths full of the fragrant aftertaste, they couldn't help but lick the bottom of the plate clean, then smacked their lips reluctantly and looked eagerly at the familiar chef.
Is there only one scoop for the tasting? Can I have another scoop?
As for the dignity of the demons and the fact that strong men don't eat mud, they would have been thrown into the lava lake and burned to ashes long ago - if mud was really so delicious, they wouldn't mind chewing on it and having a taste!
By the time every demon soldier had tasted the fried meat with land fruit, their enthusiasm for this fresh ingredient was high. In the huge army, there was no longer any voice saying no to eating land fruit, and everyone was looking forward to the next dish.
"There are not many earth fruits left, and they need to be picked and planted further, so we are only giving out small portions for tasting now," the head demon chef explained sheepishly, a little overwhelmed by the eager eyes of the demon soldiers. "The next dish is earth fruit pancakes. They are also delicious."
The fat that had been boiled in advance was melted in the pan, and the chefs baked the land fruit cakes in uniform. The palm-sized cakes were baked into a crispy golden color, and then coated with a layer of fried eggs, which looked very delicate.
Each demon soldier was still only given one. This time they no longer doubted whether the potato pancakes were delicious, but they were a little reluctant to eat them in one bite. It was not until Silu urged them that "it won't taste so good if it gets cold" that they ate the potato pancakes in small bites until not even a crumb was left.
The third dish is fried ground fruit with tanmao beast meat, and the fourth dish is steamed ground fruit...
The demon chef Silu, who was in charge of the explanation, did not have a wide vocabulary, nor could he utter fancy sentences to describe the food. He just repeated over and over again, "This is delicious" and "That is delicious too." However, food itself has a strong persuasive power. After eating several delicious dishes, the demon soldiers already trusted him very much, and when they heard Silu say "delicious", they swallowed their saliva reflexively.
Although only four dishes were served and the portion of each was very small, so that the demon soldiers were not full at all and were even hungrier because they were so delicious, the deliciousness of the land fruit had conquered everyone.
After the familiar chefs bowed and left the stage amid the enthusiastic applause of the demon soldiers, Warren stood up gracefully, pretending that he had not been squatting behind the podium eating fried land fruit bars: "Now let's start voting. Those who agree that land fruit should be added as a reserve food, stand to my right, and those who disagree that land fruit should be a reserve food, stand to my left."
After he finished speaking, none of the demon soldiers moved, and they all looked at the Demon King with wide eyes.
Warren was slightly stunned: "What's wrong?"
The demon soldiers were also anxious to vote. They asked with tears in their eyes, "My king, which hand is the right hand?"
Warren held his forehead.
"Those who agree stand on the side closer to the lava lake, and those who disagree stand on the side far away from the lava lake." He changed his words and quietly put the issue of universal basic education on the agenda.
The demon soldiers then started to move, all running to the right. Only one unlucky guy rushed to the left in a hurry: "The pancake I just hid has rolled over! Don't step on it!"
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All in all, despite some minor incidents, the proposal to make land fruit a reserve grain was still passed unanimously, and the four newly launched dishes were all included in the menu of military camp meals.
Warren announced on the spot that in order to commemorate this valuable moment, the name of the earth fruit would be changed to potato, which means that it is "golden beans in the earth."
Although they didn't know what golden beans were, all the demon soldiers were cheering.
Even at a night banquet, when they were feasting on fried meat, they could not help but think about the sweetness of fried potatoes and meat, the sour and spicy taste of mashed potatoes with punk sauce, and the crispy and fragrant potato cakes.
A joyous celebration banquet came to an end, bringing a perfect end to the previous eight days of intense hunting competition.
The magic soldiers became more and more excited. They trained strictly in teams and were very clear about their daily hunting. Several other teams asked the championship-winning team leader Arabella for advice on how to make traps, and they also included trap-making in their training.
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The hunting teams have been divided into teams one to eight in order, and each team has sent out two magic soldiers to form a potato collection and planting work group. One of the magic soldiers who participated in digging potatoes last time will serve as the team leader and be responsible for potato collection.
Also joining the potato-collecting team was the goblin, who put on a small animal-skin vest and was granted the status of a technician responsible for exploring potato-growing areas by the Demon King.
When he first arrived at the Demon King's Palace, the goblin felt that the surroundings were eerie and huge. He was so scared that he hid in the small room assigned to him by the demon steward and trembled. The next morning, he was carried out of the room by a strange demon, who used magic to bathe him from head to toe, and then measured his body with his fingers.
The goblin thought they were going to eat him, but after measuring the strength, he took out a piece of Voldemort's snake skin from behind and started cutting it skillfully.
"We are going to attend a banquet tonight. The Demon King said that you have made a contribution to the search for the Earth Fruit, so you can come with us to attend," the familiar told him, "so I have to make you a set of clothes quickly, otherwise you will wrap your butt with mud, which is simply a disgrace to our tailors in the Demon King's Palace."
The position of the familiar tailor was established when the previous demon king took office. It made all kinds of gorgeous and majestic animal skin clothes for the demon king. After Warren came to power, they had their own names. They were no longer forced to tan animal skins in a small room like before, and they were no longer forced to sew pieces of fur with all their magic power while hungry. Instead, they could walk freely in the demon king's palace and eat delicious and sweet fried meat.
The grateful tailors wanted to sew the most noble royal robe for the Demon King, and then their aesthetic sense was completely transformed by the brightly colored and exquisitely styled clothes in the Warren card pictures.
Therefore, the magic tailor made the small vest seen on the card for the goblin. The goblin had never seen such exquisite clothes before. He took the vest in a daze, feeling that he was dreaming an unrealistic dream.
When he followed his servants to the military camp, sat with the demon soldiers and ate barbecue, and could even hear the great demon king telling jokes to the surrounding demon soldiers and servants, he was absolutely sure that he was awake - even if it was a dream, he could not have dreamed of such an outrageous thing!
That night, the goblin told his name truthfully: "You can call me Barlow."
A few days later, under the arrangement of the Devil, he joined the potato team, responsible for finding and digging wild potatoes nearby, and selecting the large and sweet ones to keep in the warehouse, covering them with a shallow layer of soil, preparing to cultivate them into seedlings.
At the same time, the pickling meat plan that Warren led the demon chefs to research also began to show results. The animal meat pickled with punk sauce did not deteriorate after a week, and tasted unique, which was generally welcomed by the demon soldiers.
The familiar chefs were greatly encouraged and decided to make all the slimy monsters in the Forbidden Plains into sauce.
The monsters in the Forbidden Plains expressed great fear.
The appearance of pickled meat allowed the prey that would otherwise rot to be properly preserved. In addition, the magic soldiers would often go out hunting during their daily training, so the full granaries made everyone feel at ease.
After organizing everyone to marinate all the meat, dry and store the animal skins, and confirming that there was still a long time before the potatoes sprouted, Warren gathered the familiars, Dark Iron Dwarves, and magic soldiers and announced: "Every night from now on, everyone will gather next to the lava lake. We are going to start class!"
Everyone who heard the news was surprised and excited.
In fact, Warren had not originally planned to teach the demons knowledge so early. In his plan, the experiment of using vines to make handicrafts such as baskets had not been successful, and the search for a suitable place to plant potatoes had not been completed. The demon soldiers who had to train and hunt every day also needed a good night's sleep.
——He chose to start the night class in advance, not only because he found that the well-fed magic soldiers were very energetic and often ran to the lava lake to dance in the middle of the night, but also mainly because of the new card he had just drawn.
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