Chapter 1547

Men always prefer to compare who is miserable

"Come on, come on, eat quickly. You can't let down Beansa's heart, right?" Old Galen smiled sinisterly, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and swallowed the boiled noodles in the bowl with one breath.

..

Then he burped, blew out a cloud of black smoke from his mouth, patted his stomach, and turned to stare at me proudly.

"Humph, you fool." I pushed up the bridge of my nose and sneered.

This old man underestimates me, thinking that I am a pampered greenhouse flower. Will he be afraid of this small bowl of boiled noodles?

I slowly closed my eyes, and the past flashed through my mind like a fleeting glimpse of flowers.

Then, he picked up the spoon and took a small spoonful. Amidst the sizzling and smoking sound of the wooden spoon that was about to melt, he ate the bowl of black, sticky boiled noodles one bite at a time, as if tasting a dessert.

Go down.

"Well, it's not bad." I put down the bowl and elegantly took out my handkerchief. Just as I was about to wipe my mouth, I thought about it and suddenly put it back. Instead, I looked at the dumbfounded and messy old man Gallen.

He pulled his cloak over and wiped it on his mouth.

I only heard a hissing sound, and when I wiped my mouth dry and let go of my hand, there was already a big hole in Old Gallen's cloak.

"My precious cloak!!!" After a while, the other party started crying and screaming in agony.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Beansa didn't know why.

"It's nothing. It's normal for people to become insane as they get older." I smiled and comforted the innocent girl in front of me.

"one more bowl."

"Okay, senior brother, are Beansa's boiled noodles delicious?"

"It's very subtle... unexpectedly, there is an irritating feeling that goes straight to the head."

"Really, in fact Beansha feels the same way, he is worthy of being a senior brother, hehehe~~~"

Biansha was very happy to give me another full bowl, and then there was old man Galen who was still holding his cloak and crying sadly, staring at me.

The pot was very small, and after each person ate two bowls, the pot was almost full. After finishing the last bite, the three of them burped in unison and puffed out a puff of black smoke.

To be honest, as long as the tail and stomach pouch are strong enough to hold up, the boiled noodles will taste quite delicious.

I touched my belly and thought.

Looking at the pot that had bottomed out and the way Beansa was licking the corner of his mouth, he was heartbroken.

Just finish the Dark Dinner to the end.

With a "dong" sound, a square, double-layered black wooden box was placed in front of the three of them.

"Brother, this is..." Beansa was like a newborn baby, full of curiosity about everything that appeared. Seeing this box, he couldn't wait to ask.

"Hmph, this is the door to salty hell." I held my forehead, smiled cruelly, and opened the box.

The various dishes inside are neatly arranged, even like works of art.

"Come on, you're welcome. I'm bleeding profusely today, so I just want you to have a taste."

Although it's scary, after all, it was made by the little fox herself, and it's filled with her heart. I'm not willing to give it to ordinary people who want to eat it.

"Boy, don't be alarmist, did you make this?" Old Man Galen came over, stared at the delicious and delicious dishes in the box, and swallowed his saliva.

"no."

"I just said, how could you have such taste?" He seemed relieved.

"Then let me taste it first."

He picked up a mouthful, looked at the chopsticks and saw that it had not melted, and said hello.

Look at the color again. Although it has been two days, it is still fresh and tender. The green color of the vegetables and the freshness of the meat are all maintained very well, so I said "wonderful" again.

But even so, he was still worried. The little ghost had learned from the past, so he stretched out his fingers and pinched it. He found that there was no strange thing hidden that could not be chewed or digested. He was filled with joy and said good things.

This time, Gallon finally put the dish into his mouth and took a big bite.

Rumble————!!!

Several thunderbolts flashed through the clear sky. He kept his chopsticks in his mouth, and Galen's face was twisted like a character in a runaway comic.

"Water...water..." He croaked with difficulty, reaching out to Beansa and me for help.

"Seeing that you are in a hurry, I have already prepared it." I smiled brightly and handed over the large basin of water I had prepared. With a swipe of my finger, a dried plum fell into the basin.

The unsuspecting Gallon took the water basin, poured it into the water, paused for a few seconds, suddenly screamed, dropped the water basin and ran out of the window, probably to find some water to drink.

Huh, you deserve it. This is called evil being punished.

"Senior brother, can I eat it?" Beansa kept pulling on my sleeves, and even though old man Galen showed such a miserable look, her curiosity about the box was not shaken.

"Of course there is no problem, but there is one condition, that is, you have to eat it no matter what, you know?" I touched Beansa's smooth and soft black long hair and said with a smile.

"Then, you need a basin."

By the time Gallon came back panting, Biansha and I had already eaten half of it.

Seeing the two of them eating in silence, taking a mouthful of food and a mouthful of water, Galen, who originally wanted to get angry, suppressed his anger and sat down depressedly. He also took out a water bag and started eating.

"It's not easy for you either." He sighed vaguely as he poured water.

"Just so-so, pain and pleasure, just like this mouthful of food and this mouthful of water."

After finishing the last bite of the dish, I poured the remaining water from the basin down my throat, touched my swaying belly, which made a gurgling sound, and said calmly.

If I have to compare Beansa's boiled noodles and Little Fox's salty hell, which one is more powerful, I think we should compare them on a case-by-case basis.

For ordinary people, there is no doubt that Beansa's noodles are more powerful. If you take one bite, your life will be over.

But for adventurers, I think the salty hell of Little Fox is more powerful. Every time you take a bite, it feels like all the water in your body has been drained.

, absolutely beyond imagination.

There is also Princess Sanwu’s failed dish, which is no less powerful than these two. Thinking about how I have come through these years, I shed a handful of tears for it. In comparison, I just ate it.

A bowl of diamond caterpillar noodle soup makes a certain hairy-legged fairy become cynical and obsessive, and he is simply weak.

However, I never expected that the girl in front of me, the cheap junior sister I just met, Bei Ansha, would be so sharp. Whether it was the boiled noodles she made herself or the salty hell of the little fox, she could eat them with relish.

Perhaps, I have found a guy with an appetite comparable to that of the little ghost. Should I let her try a diamond?

Resisting the temptation of this thought, I set my sights on the half-dead old man Galen. After playing around for so long, let’s get down to business. I’m holding back a lot of questions now.

"Speaking of which, why did you suddenly go from the first world to the third world?"

"Hmm? What's there to say? Just come when you want, it's that simple." Also feeling the water in his belly, the old man with hairy legs raised his feet on the table, like a mountain villager, without any knowledge of the world at all.

The image of a strong person can be described.

"Besides, what's there to miss about the first world for me? Should I stay there and continue to be manipulated by that little kid Akala?"

I thought about it and realized that this is true. With his strength, only the third world can become the real stage. For him, the first world is like a birdcage, unable to use his hands and feet at all.

"Okay, actually I have always wanted to ask the most basic question, how old are you?"

"You bastard, why don't you ask me why? If you're bored, you might as well ask how old the ghost you raised is." Old Galen's eyes widened and he hit me on the head without thinking.

Damn it, it seems that age is a taboo topic for him. He is such a weird old man, and he is not a woman. Why should he keep it a secret?

I touched my sore forehead and rolled my eyes: "Then let's change the question, what are you doing now?"

"That's a good question." Old Galen slapped his thigh, which startled me. I asked, "What are you thinking about in this sudden move?"

"Finally asked a decent question, cough." After a few pretentious coughs, he stood up, took a few deep steps, and looked over with inscrutable eyes.

"As I told you yesterday, I have actually made a name for myself in the third world. Since you are asked about it now, let me continue with that topic."

"Sorry, I suddenly don't want to know anymore. Let's change the question."

"There's no door! Whose fault do you think it is?" Gallon shouted and glared at me angrily.

"You said it as if it was my fault." I was confused. What happened to me?

"Who else could it be but you? Isn't it you who indulged that ghost?"

Oh, after all, it was Diamond’s fault that night when he cooked noodles. I looked at Old Man Galen, waiting for him to continue.

"Since then, I have deeply understood how luxurious a bowl of delicious noodles is. So, I learned from the painful experience, came to the third world, explored hard habits, and finally found the mysterious thing that controls taste-spice!"

After finally speaking, Old Man Galen suddenly made a cocky gesture and lifted both sides of his cloak, revealing the bottles and jars inside. Of course, the hole just now was also dancing coquettishly.

"Now, I am the Spice Emperor!!!" He announced loudly, with a dignified and majestic expression, just like the gods on the throne.

"Who approved it?"

gallon:"……"

"I'm asking, who approves this spice emperor?"

"Ahem, don't worry about such small things. In short, I have mastered the secret of taste now, and I no longer have to be destroyed by things like diamond-year-old caterpillars cooking noodles." Thinking of the past, Gallen still felt sad.

A handful of tears.
To be continued...