Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 286: Being able to cook is a good skill. Just now, Zheng Yu's heart jumped into his throat when his eyes were focused and "thousands of eyes shot out". When the beast tide was approaching, Zheng Yu's heart jumped into his throat. He was deeply afraid that he might accidentally not hold back and scream out, alerting the Rat King, and then countless mutated rats and other small animals would swarm up, and that he and Brother Pig would be eaten up in the blink of an eye. Only bones remain. Fortunately, although I don't know what the ultimate goal of the opposite rat king is, as long as I don't run out of its sight, the fact that the rat king will not hurt me is still confirmed. As long as you don't move around and get bitten to death by mice, you don't have to worry about it for the time being. But Zheng Yu, who was scared to death and collapsed on the ground, planned to take it easy. Zheng Yu was frightened, but the Wild Boar King was not. He didn't think much of it. The beasts gather together, and the beasts spread across the sea. Although the momentum is huge, in the eyes of the Wild Boar King, that's it. After all, all the opponent can offer is quantity. As long as he does not get trapped in the herd and loses speed, relying on the protection of the body armor, he can come and go freely. There is still no problem, even if a stupid two-legged beast is added as a drag bottle, I will not be afraid. For a beast as huge as the Wild Boar King that has evolved to a certain level, he will not have too many restraints in a confrontation between two armies if there is no one of the same level or capable of suppressing his power. It seemed that only the "big" fat rat with weird eyes on the other side was a threat, but as long as I didn't keep looking into its eyes, it would be no big deal. The reason why he didn't run away was that the other party didn't have any "general" who could keep him. The other reason was that the Wild Boar King was interested in the "crown" on the Rat King's head, and there was an animal skin bag next to him that was about the same size as the Rat King. . These two things had an inexplicable attraction for the Wild Boar King. Whenever he looked up, he felt itchy and wanted to put them in his mouth, chew them, and then swallow them. The Wild Boar King had promptly given support to the commotion caused by the two-legged beasts around him. He could not be cowardly, and there was no reason to be cowardly. Sure enough, his unwillingness to give up resulted in the other party's compromise. The Wild Boar King was filled with pride at this point, and his aura became even higher. When Zheng Yu sat slumped on the ground beside him, he immediately gave a look of contempt. The Wild Boar King didn't understand the Fat Rat King's ultimate goal, and he didn't bother to understand it. Anyway, it would be fine if the other party didn't launch a group attack. There was a lot of food behind him. Before he finished eating, the Wild Boar King could still use it up to see if there was any chance. Grab the good stuff from the mice. Zheng Yu knew that the Fat Rat King was targeting him. Although he didn't understand the reason, he knew that the other side was targeting him, and he just didn't want to eat him yet. For more reasons, Zheng Yu had been "shocked" recently. My brain was so damaged that I no longer wanted to continue being shocked. Why bother with so many things? It's going to rain and my mother is going to get married. Just worry about the present. As for the Fat Rat King, after Zheng Yu returned to its line of sight, it continued to eat and drink. This time, it didn't even look at it for long, as if it had wasted too much energy in the past few times and now it needs to soften. Lie softly and replenish it. The silent confrontation was very time consuming. Soon, the Wild Boar King became impatient as the Fat Rat King made "click, click" sounds and the food quickly disappeared from his mouth. He looks hungry. "Hmph" he exhaled and turned around, and swung his tail on the dazed Zheng Yu with considerable force. The Wild Boar King reminded Zheng Yu that he could prepare food. After getting used to eating cooked food, the Wild Boar King did not want to continue. Live the life of living like a slave to hair and drinking blood. "Hiss." Being whipped by the Wild Boar King's tail, which was not too long but was as hard as an iron whip, Zheng Yu gasped at the "stimulation". Mmp, it really hurts. It seemed that Brother Pig was angry. He didn't know if it was because he had attracted the mouse, but Zheng Yu was still very touched by his obvious actions of protecting him. Seeing that Brother Zhu had already walked to the box and started rummaging around, and found out a lot of canned luncheon meat, Zheng Yu knew that he would have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the cook again. He raised his head and looked at the Fat Rat King. He was eating. "Click, click." He carefully took two steps back. The Rat King continued to "click." and continued to retreat. "Click, snap!" After eating a dried fruit, the Rat King sucked down a purple-black peach. Zheng Yu then turned around, but the Rat King did not move. Zheng Yu began to walk towards the large pile of supplies covered by dead branches. Looking back, the Rat King still didn't respond. Okay, you go about your business, I have to wait for the "uncle" to cook for him. Zheng Yu finally arrived at his destination and began to wash the pots, wash the rice, and light the fire to cook. He was very busy. Half an hour later, fifty minutes later, the aroma of simmering rice gradually arises, and seventy minutes later, the smell of stir-fried vegetables overflows. The soup is boiling, the rice is cooked, and the dishes are ready, plated and filled, just waiting to be eaten. Zheng Yu, who finally cooked a sumptuous but somewhat unsatisfactory meal, returned to reality from the immersion in cooking "gourmet food". Looking around, the scene in front of him shocked him: "What's going on? Brother Pig is sitting upright, waiting for delicious food to be served. This is normal, but Brother Pig is drooling next to him and looking at the fat of the dishes. What's going on with the Rat King?" Zheng Yu, who was a little confused, had yet to recover, and his brain was shaking again. Shock, must be shock. Yaoshou, it seems that the monsters have formed a strange alliance with each other. Could it be because of my poor cooking skills? Zheng Yu's cooking skills are known to him. Before joining the army, I could only fry chicken and cook instant noodles. After joining the military family, I occasionally helped cook in the cooking class and learned how to wash rice, wash vegetables, and steam steamed buns for takeout. After I was transferred from the army to the Animal Management Bureau and became a member of the bureau, I learned a lot about the sweet and salty things from the strange schedule of not knowing what to do when I was busy, and my hair growing on my body when I was free. Boredom is one thing, but more importantly, the comrades around me are all talented people. In a magical mission that is tense and exciting, something that could never have been imagined before joining this team, being fond of food and knowing how to cook it has become a major leisure pleasure for the members of the animal management team. Because of his solid investigative ability and excellent basic skills, Zheng Yu was naturally a member of the team who was frequently on duty. Naturally, he also learned the magical cooking skills through subtle influences. Of course, this is just because everyone knows it. If you don't learn, you will be separated from the masses, have personal ideas, and cannot integrate into the group. Zheng Yu will never admit that he is a foodie even to death.