Chapter 805: cook

Lao Luo put down the plate and touched his chin with his right hand.
"I can ask what to do."
"I need him to do a favor, there is no danger, I assure you, after the matter is done, how about making a large oven that can roast things without fire?"
"Um... that sounds good, but... Alas, go and see for yourself, he is in the kitchen."
Miveman slurped his head and took another bite, then looked at the slightly fluttering kitchen curtain.
"Thanks, Lao Luo."
He drank the mushroom wine in the glass beside him, and the mechanic wiped the corner of his mouth.
"Let me go to Kangkang."
When the curtain was lifted in, the first thing that came into the eye was the two humming ventilation fans beside the oil lamp, the squeaky oven gas stove below, and a bald head like a ball. The man's eyes were focusing on the flat bottom On the pot, when he finally realized there were others in the kitchen,
Immediately saw Miveman's figure.
"Ouch!"
His shrill voice is like a mouse, and it's hard to imagine that such a fat person makes such a small voice.
"I haven't seen this gray clothes, but I know you must be the boss!"
"You guessed it."
Miveman lowered his head and looked at the pair of bare bare feet on his stout legs, along with the pair of slippers fully covered by fat feet.
The white chef's clothes on the cook's body can no longer see the original color, as if it were like a rag, full of greasy luster, just like his head.
"Then welcome you to my kitchen! This is where I show my skills! Just call me Mudun, what do you call your boss?"
He left enthusiastically in front of the stove, a few meters away so that his calf ran eight or nine steps. It seemed that this human being was completely accustomed to the existence of Ok, and he was not completely intimidated by the appearance of Miveman, although he was not How scary...
"Just call me Miviman. I'm a mechanic and repair dirty cars."
"Ooooooo! Boss Miveman, but a big man! What do you want to eat? As long as I make it out!"
From him, Miveman smelled the smell of many kinds of spices and the smell of seafood. Recalling that Lao Luo's restaurant is best known for all kinds of seafood, he can probably guess that it was all from the fat cook.
"Uh, it's not my intention to eat."
"So is it soup? Clear soup? Thick soup? Cold? Hot? Sweet? Salty? Hemp? Spicy? Aha! Bitter! Huanglian bitter gourd soup!"
"...If you can close your mouth and listen to me, I think I will be very grateful."
In Mivyman's view, this thing is more like a typical fart than a human, noisy, greedy, cowardly, maybe this is why he can partner with Lao Luo, know that there are very few guys, even if it is Ok, can work with fart, and even the boys can't stand the verboseness and sharpness of these dwarfs.
Facing Miveman's attitude, the fat cook looked puzzled.
"You don't eat or drink? What are you doing? Telling a joke? Big man? There used to be a mountain and a church in the mountain? There was an old bishop living in the church. The old bishop told the children about the Father?"
"I don't have so many boring jokes, I want you to pick up the guy you picked up and cook, and then follow me to the front."
After a few seconds of silence, a high-decibel scream came from the back kitchen.
"I got the wrong guy!"
The cook screamed in panic and overturned a soup pot.
"Impossible! I'm not married yet!"
Miveman turned and lifted the door curtain, giving Lao Luo an interrogative gesture.
The fart leader spread his hands and motioned to the mechanic casually.
"Okay, listen, your boss has transferred you to me temporarily. Now I'm listening to my orders and I'll go back and pack things up...Hey!"
Suddenly found no one in front of him, Miveman was wondering, and suddenly found that there was movement in the cabinet under the oven.
He looked down and found that the fat man was trembling in the cupboard, with a pile of onions scattered next to it. He couldn't believe that the shrimp was so flexible that he stuffed himself into such a small space.
"Don't! I don't want to go to the battlefield! Why did you want to go to the battlefield? Wasn't it just said that I was only responsible for cooking! Blood, weapons, stay away from me! Oh, Father is on! Big guys are you kidding? Tell me you are joke?"
"Unfortunately this is true."
Miveman listened helplessly to the whimper of Shrimp. If it wasn't for his voluntary cooperation behind him, the mechanic would have used a gun against his head. There was so much nonsense there.
"And I have to say that if you don't follow me, you will regret it."
"Repent? Regret! I don't regret! Why should I regret? What can make me regret?"
The pile of onions in the cupboard shuddered. Obviously the guy made up his mind that Meviman would not come out of it without leaving.
Miveman could only snap his fingers, and then fart elder Luo passed through the kitchen curtain.
"So I told you before."
The fart elder Luo shrugged.
"The only reason to stay with him is his cooking skills. Since Miveman works for the overlord, why can't you find another shrimp, I remember—"
"What, he... Lord!"
The pile of onions stopped suddenly.
"This is Meviman~EbookFREE.me~ the boss of the dirty car. Under the command of the overlord, the big tank he drives is bigger than the house you live in. You are not coming out soon!"
After hesitating for a while, the fat cook stood in front of Miveman again, but this time his face was much worse than before.
Squinting at the guy trembling, the mechanic suddenly had some interest in playing.
"So, are you determined to be a deserter?"
Licking his lips, Miveman's expression looked like a jump.
"Do you know how to deal with cowards at the overlord?"
"I don't know!"
"Oh, you must know, because you will soon experience it yourself."
Meviman's expectant expression.
"I want to put a bunch of grenade on your fat body, and then throw you like a shell into the pile of shrimps."
After a few seconds of silence, a scream enough to lift off the roof rang from the back kitchen, and even the kids dining outside were trembling with fear.
"It's not fair!"
The fat cook yelled angrily before coma.
After saying goodbye to Lao Luo, Mi Weiman's right arm was carrying the cook in a posture like carrying a bucket of motor oil, and the shoulder bag on the left shoulder was a kitchen knife with a good touch, and the knife cover was full of cooking tools. There is also a huge iron pan behind his waist. .
Along the way, the mechanic began to wonder whether he should immediately turn back and look at the reliable old Luo, and then let this fat cook cool and where to go.
It's a pity that he didn't wait for him to figure out his clue, he already saw the crew members waving to him.
"This...is that cook?"
Although Ouck depends on body size to judge whether a thing is powerful, but it does not include fat, the boys pay great attention to muscle exercise, and extreme pressure on fat.