Universe Infinite Canteen

"I don't have any objection," said the wandering warlock, "this thing is useless to me, but do you really want to do this? Even if it returns to its origin, it is still quite dangerous."

Old Wang nodded.

So the sorceress said nothing more. Anyway, she was still here, and if something really happened, she could take action in time.

Then she saw Old Wang bending down and picking up the little red devil on the ground.

And just as he stretched out his hand, the pool of red paint on the ground suddenly flowed, and then stretched out many tiny tentacles, wrapping Old Wang's palm.

Ma Lu's eyes were stern, "Ah, is it alive again?"

"No, it's just an instinctive reaction," said the wandering warlock, "In its original state, it still retains the desire to eat. Once it detects a living being nearby, it will entangle with it. If you show negative emotions in your heart at this time, it will take advantage of it."

Speaking of this, the sorceress was also a little nervous, fearing that the little red devil would regain consciousness. She took out a bag of dried sweet potatoes from under her robe and ate while watching.

Lao Wang's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the thing, rinsed it briefly, put it on the chopping board, and said to Malu, "Lend me the chef's knife."

The wandering warlock let out a light exclamation, because she noticed that the tentacles of the red little devil wrapped around Lao Wang quickly retracted, which meant that it gave up the idea of ​​eating, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Why is this happening?"

Malu had already guessed the reason, and suddenly said, "Maybe it's because Lao Wang is a mechanical life and has no emotions."

Demon ingredients have such characteristics, no wonder even other universe chefs can't develop them. After all, no matter how determined a person is, it is difficult not to have emotional fluctuations when seeing a pool of paint from hell wrapped around his hand.

Only a silicon-based life like Lao Wang can remain absolutely calm from beginning to end, and even the demons from hell have lost interest in him.

Only Malu stepped forward and handed over a knife, and the pool of color on the chopping board began to stir again, but Malu quickly retreated again.

Lao Wang continued to work. He took out several small bottles he carried with him, poured the contents into a bowl, and started grinding again. He ground very finely until the pile of things became a powder that could not be counted by the naked eye.

Mr. Maotuan and the Valkina people also came up curiously, watching Lao Wang's actions. It was also the first time for them to see a cosmic chef pre-processing ingredients.

Being watched by so many people did not affect Lao Wang's work at all. He sprinkled the ground powder on the pool of red paint, and then began to pat it repeatedly with his palm.

He patted it very quickly, dozens of times a second, and the force was always consistent. This was also a fine control that human chefs could not achieve.

"Is this... marinating?" Yanwu sniffed, but to his surprise, he did not smell any spices.

The smell in the wind was more like the smell of some kind of shell and bone.

After knocking for a quarter of an hour, Lao Wang stopped his hand and then used a chopstick to pick up the pool of things on the chopping board.

Put it under the light and look at it carefully.

It was at this time that Malu noticed that the seemingly messy paint actually had thickness, but it was very thin, estimated to be less than 1 mm.

After Lao Wang's treatment just now, it seemed to have changed a little, from the original red to darker in some places and lighter in others.

Lao Wang's eyes were like a 3D scanner, taking in the color changes inside the red devil.

However, he was rare and cautious this time, scanning 8 times in a row, three times each on the front and back, and even twice on the side. Only then did he put the red devil down again.

Then he held the chef's knife beside him and started cutting.

Perhaps because he had done enough homework before, his movements accelerated at this step, the knife light kept flashing, and the tip of the knife flew up and down.

The red devil below was cut into hundreds of small pieces.

Lao Wang also prepared a plate, picked some small pieces from it and put them in the small plate, and threw the rest directly into the garbage bag.

Obviously, the latter ones were useless.

In the end, Lao Wang only cut out 5 small pieces of meat less than 0.5 mm and smaller than the size of the little finger nail from the whole red devil.

And the amazing thing is that the meat is transparent, without any red.

The hardware store owner only realized what Lao Wang was doing in the previous step at this time.

He used those powders to distinguish the poisonous and non-toxic parts of the red devil, leaving the edible parts.

After understanding Lao Wang's intention, the shock in Yanwu's eyes increased instead of decreasing.

Only after watching the whole process can you know how difficult it is to achieve this understated sentence.

Because the thickness of the red devil itself is extremely thin, less than 1mm, it is even more difficult to cut it.

What's more terrible is that its body is not static. If you look closely, it is actually flowing slowly. That is to say, Lao Wang not only has to find the edible part among the poisonous parts, but also has to cut it off when it flows.

The hardware store owner couldn't help but sigh, this... can people really do it?

After finishing the pre-processing, Lao Wang said, "It is best to eat this meat while it is fresh, as it tastes the best."

After he said that, the people around him stared at each other.

Damn, what should I do if I want to eat it.

Malu looked at the transparent meat slices on the plate, and his heart began to beat. Even if he was such a coward, he had the urge to try it after seeing how Lao Wang handled it, not to mention others.

The female sorcerer was still muttering that the experience of the wandering sorcerer clan for thousands of years proved that hell creatures were absolutely inedible, and now she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

Yanwu was not much better either. From the expression on his face, it can be seen that he has been completely conquered by Lao Wang.

Even if Lao Wang went to the trash can and picked up something to cook, he would probably want to try it.

Only Chen Zhengyi was relatively calm, with a calm face, but the ears shaking wildly on his head had already betrayed him.

But everyone was not sure whether this thing was really non-toxic.

After all, it was a matter of life and death.

Seeing that no one answered, Lao Wang then added chopped green onions, pickled radish and lemon to season it, and also prepared wasabi soy sauce and mustard as dipping sauce.

At this point, the [Red Little Devil Sashimi] with a food index of ★★★★★☆ was completely completed.

After a brief silence, a furry figure rushed to the plate first.