Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1372 Look at the Hungry Child
Pork Chop and the head chef worked together and used all their skills to make delicious food that filled the entire huge long table using ingredients that were not too abundant on the Blue Star.

The chef’s specialties include grilled steaks, fried meatballs, spicy stewed dragon tail, stewed belly with rich fat and luxurious ingredients, and even a whole roasted pig with mushrooms.

The carefully proportioned spices blend perfectly with the unique fragrance of the moss on the mushroom pig, making people drool at the mere smell.

There are also a variety of salads, desserts, soups, main dishes, and side dishes.
It’s a luxurious meal that’s enough to fill everyone on board!

"Everyone please enjoy, meow!"

Pork Chop wearing a chef's hat stood by the table with his head held high and a look of pride on his face.

The chef standing shoulder to shoulder with it took off the red headscarf from his head and shook it vigorously. His tone was reserved and low, but the pride in his single eye could not be concealed.

"Hurrah, I'm sorry for not hosting you well, meow!"

Staring at the huge roasted pig in the middle of the long table, Gordon asked curiously, "Didn't they say that the kitchen on the ship only has the most basic kitchen utensils?

How did you make this roasted whole pig? Where did you get such a big oven?"

"Meow meow meow--"

“Meow, hoo, hoo—”

Pork Chop and the chef looked at each other and laughed strangely.

"Guess meow."

"Oh, what are you guessing? The food will get cold if we don't start eating!" Isana waved the empty wine glass and banged on the table like a hammer.

"The puzzle is solved! They were roasted in a steam engine boiler. The fire was a bit strong and they almost got burnt. I even helped to remove some charcoal.

So did anyone notice? The flight speed slowed down a few knots in the afternoon, hehehe."

"I know. Alva reported it to me." The leader of the third group said expressionlessly.

Alva wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Fortunately, I was keeping an eye on the speedometer, otherwise I would have to recalibrate the route."

Pork Chop and the chef looked away with a wry smile.

The professor's face was dark. "This meal has a special purpose. I'll forgive you this time, but it won't happen again!"

"Meow"

"Okay, let's eat. Don't waste food." The professor tapped the tableware with his fork. "Remember our purpose. Everyone should eat as deliciously as possible in front of Feng Ying."

As he spoke, he served himself a piece of the almost melted dragon tail meat, tasted it, and praised with satisfaction: "Well, the seasoning is just right, and the cooking time is just right. It tastes very good."

He said this specifically to Feng Ying.

Feng Ying, who was sitting at the dining table with the others, looked ashen.

——There were no cutlery in front of her.

She had been fasting since yesterday afternoon and was already starving.

This carefully prepared meal of pork chops was made specifically for her, but unfortunately the purpose was not for her to eat it, but to make her greedy.

"What are you guys still standing there for? Start eating, and remember to describe how delicious the food is to Fengying." The professor urged dissatisfiedly.

Compared to Gordon who shook his cheeks, there are Isana and others.

Hayata, Ai Bo and the others are soft-hearted and feel a little embarrassed.

But under the professor's urging, they could only enjoy the food with apologies.

Of course, there are also some who are particularly arrogant, such as Xianglan.

"This soup is so delicious meow! It turns out it contains dried shellfish meow. Did you learn how to make pork chops from fish roe meow?"

"This dragon tail meat is so delicious meow! Hiss—so spicy meow! But I can't stop eating it meow!"

"Meow! The potatoes in this stew taste better than the meat, meow!"

"Next, I'm going to eat a roasted whole pig, meow, Fengying Fengying! Look at this shiny pig's trotter, meow! Lick it——."

Feng Ying: "."

The fist is hard.

“Don’t let your emotions get carried away by anger.”

The professor reminded, "Feel your desire for food and energy. Experience this feeling carefully and let it merge with the anxiety in your heart and become one with it."

"Ahhh! Who would understand what you are talking about?" Feng Ying scratched her hair frantically.

"How about serving her some?" Hayata asked the professor tentatively, "She has been hungry all day, don't hurt her stomach."

The professor was as hard as iron. “Don’t worry. Occasional fasting has no effect on the body and can even boost metabolism.”

Ansir, who was sitting next to Feng Ying and was responsible for supervising her, took out a piece of food, broke off a piece less than the size of a thumb, and handed it to Feng Ying's mouth.

"Eat."

Feng Ying, who was extremely hungry, ate it without thinking.

Ansel put away the remaining food, picked up the cutlery again, cut himself a steak, and said slowly:
"Small amounts of food get your digestive system going, saliva is produced, bowels are moved, and pretty soon, you'll be hungrier."

"That's a good idea." The professor nodded happily.

Feng Ying: “???”

The mushroom looked at its owner with pity, then buried its head in the bowl and continued to eat.

"Gulu——"

Just as Ansir said, in less than a minute, a thunderous sound came from Feng Ying's stomach.

"Pfft!" Aiden, who was eating stew, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

With a bone in her mouth, Isana crossed her arms in a pretentious manner and shook her head, "It's too tragic, it's really too tragic, tut tut tut."

Looking at the giggling young people, the professor frowned.

He put down the cutlery, "Do you think I'm joking? Or do you think I'm playing a prank on Feng Ying?"

Facing the professor's stern tone, Isana and Aiden quickly lowered their heads.

“I have long stressed that letting her starve and crave food is all for the purpose of subconsciously aligning her with the anxious emotion that is most likely caused by resonance.

Since your words and actions have filled Feng Ying's mind with anger, let's do this.

You guys don't have to eat anymore, just watch the others eat with her, and the pig licking Elu over there, too. "

Aiden, Isana, Xianglan: "."

"Hahahaha!" Feng Ying laughed wildly.

The professor himself stopped eating.

He looked at Feng Ying, and when she had vented her anger and her emotions had calmed down, he stared into her eyes and said in a gentle, hypnotic tone:
"Clear all the other thoughts and keep one thought in your mind, which is 'I need energy'.

Don’t think about anything else, don’t think about anything else, I need energy, I need energy.”

The others at the table all lowered their eating noises, fearing they would disturb the professor and be fasted by him as well.

Maybe it was because she was hungry and had low blood sugar, or maybe it was because of the professor's hypnosis, but Feng Ying became a little dazed.

"I'm hungry and need energy." She drooped her eyelids and muttered to herself.

It seems like some kind of synchronization has been achieved.

The strange feeling of anxiety that shrouded her heart, which was visible but intangible like fog, seemed to be ignited and instantly turned into a raging flame, rushing into her heart.

absorb, devour, absorb
Energy, energy is needed! Even if the price is to kill this land.

The professor, who was staring at her eyes, clearly saw a flash of scarlet light flash across her eyes.

"Roar--!"

Feng Ying suddenly raised her head and let out a roar that echoed.

The hands on the table twitched and spasmed, and unconsciously bent into claws and grabbed fiercely.

The solid wood tabletop was hard and rough, and under the tremendous force, her fingernails cracked and flipped up, leaving several bloody scratches on the table.

Gordon's face was filled with astonishment, and he stood up from the table. At that moment, the [Madness Mark] on his body awakened.

After Feng Ying finished yelling, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

(End of this chapter)