Is this a mermaid?

"How big a beast can you eat?" Uncle Mu asked angrily. When he saw a gold swallowing beast rubbing against Dale again with a pitiful face, his face twisted, hard He forced a smile.

Under Dale's warning eyes, Uncle Mu gritted his teeth and smiled: "I just want to investigate, so that I can feed you in the shortest possible time."

Hearing this sentence, the gold swallowing beasts looked at each other and communicated in their minds.

"What are they talking about?" Unable to hear the inner communication of the gold swallowing beasts, Mingo shook the foodie.

The foodie shook his ears and listened for a while, and secretly told Mingo: "What kind of data are they talking about in the end, so that they can fully satisfy their appetite without scaring Uncle Mu."

It seemed that he had heard the exchange between Chihuo and Mingo, and a nearby Gold Swallowing Beast looked back at Chihuo warningly.

The foodie shuddered and buried himself in Mingo's arms: "Father, they say I'm a little traitor, and I'm not allowed to tell you what they're talking about."

"Afraid of what they will do." Mingo stared, looking at the buttocks of all kinds of gold-swallowing beasts imposingly, "We will fight the evil forces to the end, don't be afraid, you say what you want, dad will protect you!"

"But Dad, they have blocked me now." The foodie looked up at Mingo.

Mingo looked at each other: "Then why didn't you block them when you talked to me before?"

The foodie covered his face: "I'm too young, I don't have enough skills."

Really!Mingo looked angrily at the Gold Swallowing Beasts who were clearly muttering and discussing with each other, but still pretended to be confused and didn't know how to answer this question, making Uncle Mu relax his vigilance, feeling that the Empire Film King selected two days ago It's really lucky that he didn't face this group of experienced and mature gold-swallowing beasts, otherwise how could he be qualified to hold that golden trophy-his ranking has long been unknown by this group of tens of thousands of years The Golden Swallowing Beast, who deduced experience, squeezed into that lump.

"A cumming beast, maybe?" the gold swallowing beast hugged by Dale said hesitantly, "We have never tried to eat enough."

Hearing this sentence, Dale's sympathy immediately overflowed, and he tightened his arms holding the gold swallowing beast and said without hesitation, "It doesn't matter, I will make you full this time, if one Kaming beast can't do it, add a few more .”

"Thank you." Under the leadership of the gold-throwing beast this time, the other gold-throwing beasts ran to Dale and rubbed against him.

Mingo was stunned by the side, watching Dale's happy face with pink bubbles, suddenly felt that there was a dark conspiracy behind those cute little animals.

"Okay." Uncle Mu gritted his teeth, "How about I make you two cumming beasts?"

The gold-swallowing beasts looked at Uncle Mu in surprise, and one of them said, "Two ends are enough, we mean we need one end."

At that moment, Uncle Mu's face turned green: "One for one?"

Uncle Mu repeated in disbelief—with a seriously frightened look on his face.

"Is there any difficulty? You can do it in two or three strokes." Dale hurriedly helped the gold swallowing beasts to speak.

"The edible part of a Kaming beast is [-] catties." Uncle Mu looked at Dale, "How many heads do I have to make for him!"

"Ten thousand catties? The Kaming beast is so big!" Dale's hands trembled.

Seeing that Dale's position tends to waver, all the gold swallowing beasts felt a great crisis, and they all turned on the power of cuteness to the maximum, trying to make Dale firmly on their side with full firepower.

Although thinking that the amount of food processed this time is indeed too large, Dale still can't help but want to help these 'poor' and 'cute' little guys: "Mu, just this time. They will come here next time." I don't know when I went, you just work hard this time, okay?"

All the swallowing gold beasts stared at Uncle Mu with sparkling eyes.

Uncle Mu put on a stiff face, and directly ignored the gold-swallowing beasts—unlike Dale, he didn't take the trick of the gold-swallowing beasts, but seeing his lover's begging eyes, Uncle Mu's heart trembled, and he compromised: "I'll try!" Let’s try and process as many heads as you can today.”

Seeing Uncle Mu being captured, Mingo blinked, um, he made a note, the capture of Uncle Mu should be like this, like this, then like that, like that.

In the end, through urgent recruitment in various markets, the entire Imperial City finally produced five cumming beasts.

When the spaceship hung the cleaned cumming beasts and slowly lowered them from the sky, the five cumming beasts were above the royal garden, blocking all the sun.

"Wait." Uncle Mu stretched out his hand to prevent the spaceship from continuing below the Kaming beast.

The waiters put together five holding grills in the garden.

The wind-type power user among the guards raised a huge iron rod as thick as two fists, and a group of several tried hard to penetrate the iron rod into the body of the Kaming beast, and then directed the spaceship to carefully set the iron rod to the top of the grill.

The five grills were placed in a five-pointed star shape, and Uncle Mu was in the middle, letting out a long breath.

"Come on." Mingo gave Uncle Mu a sympathetic look, looking at the grills that looked taller than the palace, Mingo deeply felt that it would not be so easy for Uncle Mu to complete the task of cooking the Kaming beast. .

Uncle Mu went to the pile of gold-swallowing beasts and squatted down.

"You have to do something for me later." Uncle Mu said, "The task of turning over the barbecue will be entrusted to you later."

The gold swallowing beasts nodded neatly.

"Then let's start." Uncle Mu took a deep breath, looking at the five giant meats surrounding him, full of fighting spirit.

Standing in the center, Uncle Mu commanded the waiter to put carefully matched mushrooms and vegetables with fatty meat on the emptied belly of the meat, and then added ginger, garlic, green onions and other condiments and various spices.

The belly, which was empty of meat, was stuffed and even bulged, and the opening directly above the belly was widened.

The power-type power user has melted pectin on his back, climbs up the high grill, pulls the opening on the meat with force, adds liquid pectin with super viscous force, and then passes through the ice-type power user's body. Cool down and seal the belly of the meat.

And Uncle Mu himself was not idle, he poured all kinds of condiments into a three-meter vat according to the ratio, and Uncle Mu opened the dusty secret system with distress, and the special clay pot that had been hidden underground for nearly a hundred years When the soil seal was untied, the rich aroma made the sound of saliva in the garden one after another.

Uncle Mu took one last look at the clay pot, and poured it all down with a ruthless heart. Immediately, the prepared ingredients in the vat looked even more lustrous and attractive, rippling slightly in the sun, making the foodies around them unable to take their eyes off it.

Uncle Mu sighed, and put the empty clay pot on the ground. Immediately, several nearby gold swallowing beasts rushed over like wolves, fighting for the few sauces stuck on the wall of the pot. .

"This is the sauce!" Uncle Mu said angrily, "It has such a strong taste that your tongue will feel numb after taking a bite."

A gold-swallowing beast licked the edge of the clay pot in disbelief, then ran wildly in the back garden with its tongue out, and finally threw itself into the fountain.

Uncle Mu shook his head: "Let me just say it."

Immediately, several claws that were close to the clay pot retreated.

Smelling the smell coming out of the vat, Mingo inhaled the liquid that was about to flow out of his mouth, which represented hunger, and encouraged Uncle Mu with great anticipation: "Come on, Uncle Mu, I know when I look at the ingredients. The barbecue must be delicious later.

Uncle Mu rolled his eyes angrily, put a five-meter-long big brush into the vat and stirred it. After the stirring was even, Uncle Mu exhaled and took out a new vat. It was full of oil.

The oil used by Uncle Mu is not simple. Various oils are mixed according to the ratio to get a bucket of cloudy oil.

After the oil was finished, Uncle Mu set out with a five-meter sword.

Standing under the meat, the tall and strong Uncle Mu looked so small.

"Come one and help this grill to turn over." As soon as Uncle Mu said that, the Gold Swallowing Beast who was a little closer rushed towards the grill.

The Gold Swallowing Beast, who was always behind, jumped onto the head of the former Beast unceremoniously, and suddenly grew bigger in the air, with its paws firmly on the grill.

While the other gold swallowing beasts roared, the successful huge gold swallowing beast kept looking at the sky.

And when the losers finally vented their anger and wanted to occupy the other grills, they looked back and saw that the winners of the other grills had already been decided.

"Ow!" All the failed gold-eating beasts started howling in the yard, warning the winners not to steal, but what responded to them was the unified silence of the five winners, what, the wind is too strong, you just said what?

Uncle Mu didn't care about the competition between the gold-swallowing beasts. In his opinion, it was better to fight, and it was better to fight all of them, so that he didn't have to cook.

But in fact, the gold-swallowing beasts didn't fight, and Uncle Mu was still wielding a knife twice as big as his body, cutting the meat according to the lines of the muscles.

Fortunately, Uncle Mu is a person with supernatural powers, and fortunately there is a gold swallowing beast to control the grill.

The Gold Swallowing Beast is smart. Uncle Mu asked it to turn over and it turned over, and it stopped when it was told to stop. Everyone obviously never cooperated, but there was an indescribable tacit understanding.

After the meat is cut, it is brushed with oil.

Every time one was brushed, Uncle Mu ordered people to start a fire.

Ten fire-type supernatural beings are in charge of a piece of meat, and the flame with precisely controlled temperature rises and releases heat around the meat.

When all the grills are ignited, there is a crackling sound, and the smell of meat slowly becomes stronger.

The special oil ensures that the meat will not be blackened, and the reasonable knife marks allow the heat to enter the inside of the meat, so that the whole meat is heated evenly, and there will be no situation where the outside is burnt and the inside is not yet cooked.

Guessing that it was almost time, Uncle Mu set off with a huge sauce bucket on his back.

Walking to the bottom of the grill, the gold swallowing beast obediently lowered its head and carefully put Uncle Mu on the grill.

"Small fire." Uncle Mu said, and then the flames that wrapped the whole body of the meat suddenly decreased to one-third of the position.

Uncle Mu put down the bucket, waved a huge brush, and brushed on the top of the meat, leaving a dark trace, slowly following the shape of the meat, spreading out drops of sauce to both sides.

And when those slipping sauces met the flame, 'Ziz' evaporated, exuding a tempting aroma.