[One Piece] The White Wolf of the Red Foss

Leaving South Perch Isle - this time with a whining cook.

A big man wiped a lot of tears and snot from his tears. He looked really ugly. Auston patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, but couldn't say anything.

Peel's confident chef's hat did not fall on his head in the end, but was given to another young man by the crowd. The treatment is higher than him.

When he was making dim sum, the other party could do chores for the head chef, but he could only learn secretly when he was free.

Although it is very unreasonable to say so, except for Peel himself, everyone else on Red's boat is quite happy.

Shanks comforted with a smile: "It's okay Peel, if you like that tall hat, we'll go to the next island and buy one for you."

"It has nothing to do with the hat, it symbolizes a kind of honor!" Peel muttered out of breath, his eyes were red, he stared at the deck in front of him, and sniffed fiercely.

A few monkey squeaks sounded, and Pier looked sideways. Doragon was stepping on the board, holding a white hat with both hands and trying to hand it to him.

There was still a light yellow oil stain on the hat, and Pierre was shocked when he took a look at it: "Where...where did this come from?"

This is obviously the hat of a great chef!

"Xiaoduo brought it for you," Greila said with a smile, "The reward is that the head chef will make banana pie for him!"

"I want to eat meat! Delicious stew~" When mentioning food, Shanks and Lagi's eyes lit up, especially Lagi's stomach growled in response.

"But...but I can't..." Stealing the hat, Pierre has not yet realized that he has boarded the pirate ship. In his heart, he is still the chef on the island, not the pirate chef on the pirate ship.

"Isn't the new chef's hat new?" Greira didn't quite understand the other party's stubborn thinking. He said, "Actually, you don't need to be obsessed with this title. After all, the level of a chef has nothing to do with the level of the hat."

"Yes, yes," Alston nodded approvingly, "It's not cooking with a hat."

Pirates have a lot of fallacies, and it is useless to reason with them. Apart from listening to the captain, they obey their own inner thoughts. The rules of ordinary people do not hold true among pirates.

Peel sighed, and finally wiped his face with his sleeve, planning to see where he would work in the future.

"Where is the kitchen?"

As soon as he asked about the kitchen, the guys who couldn't wait to show him around actively immediately, and there were only Yakales and Beckman left on the deck for a while.

Beckman thought it would be cold, after all, Akales is a question-and-answer machine that doesn't talk much, but unexpectedly, the other party walked towards him.

Akales simply recounted the information he heard last night, then stared at one place in a daze in silence.

Beckman took a cigarette in his mouth, frowned and thought about what Kiacarles said, snipers, Zeli Pirates, Kings of the Sea... It seems that things can be threaded into a thread.

An enemy's enemy is a friend, and that famous sniper in the East China Sea may be able to help them.

"I'll talk to Shanks." Beckman took a breath, "This information is very important." After he finished speaking, he saw the white wolf's tail wagging.

Akales nodded with a cold face. After finishing what he wanted to say, he immediately turned and walked to the kitchen.

Beckman stared at his back for a while, then laughed helplessly. The white wolf on their boat... how should I put it, sometimes he is too good at hiding his emotions.

He looked up at the black sails floating in the ocean, and after making sure that there would be no danger for a short time, he walked towards the kitchen.

Being brought by the captain and the others, he did get hungry easily.

In fact, when he first came to the kitchen, Peel was surprised. The pirates in his impression were definitely not clean people, and the kitchen in his previous imagination was also messy.

But as soon as he came in, he realized that the kitchen seemed to be cleaner than his tavern's kitchen. All kinds of things were neatly arranged, and it was complete at first glance.

"It's great." Shanks stood beside him, quite proud of Amway: "I wiped the table!"

"I did the dishes the day before yesterday~" Lackey raised his hand.

"Then I mopped the floor the day before yesterday." Alston punched Lackey's chest with his elbow, scolding him so shamelessly that he even told what happened the day before yesterday.

Not to be outdone, Lackey scolded back, saying that Auston had never done any work except dragging the floor the day before yesterday.

"Stop arguing, harmony makes money and anger makes money." Peel, who will be able to say "whoever wins, will eat" in the future, is still doing his best to persuade the fight.

Shanks dragged his arm to the refrigerator—due to their long time at sea, they couldn't often eat stale food, so the refrigerator was the most expensive item in the kitchen.

"What do we have for lunch?" The captain enthusiastically opened the refrigerator and actively took out the meat from it.

Peel looked at the pile of meat in his hand, then at Shanks' hand that kept reaching out, and couldn't help but said, "That's enough, can you really finish this?"

"It's okay, you can rest assured."

Bearing the expectations of the captain, Peel began to work skillfully.

Chop meat, chop vegetables, and work with several pots without any haste.

Akales sat on a chair, smelling the aroma wafting in the air, and listening to the gurgling sounds of the stomachs of several people lying on the table.

This life is good, and it deserves his protection.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-1323:13:52~2020-10-1523:12:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Nanci;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!