I took the time to taste a piece. The garlic taste was just right, a little spicy, and there was a little sweetness in the aftertaste. It was not bad.

The big knife meat slices blessed by "super seasoning" are extremely smooth and smooth. As soon as you chew, you will jump happily on the tip of your tongue, making people unable to help but eat a few more bites.

When I was satisfied, I poured the boiled base into a shuangguo pot, and prepared the base and broth ratio one by one. Then I placed the side dishes on the folding round table next to me. I was about to knock on the dark door and let Ziofra check it out personally.

What? You said you haven't made cold meat yet.

Of course, when big people start eating, they can't be idle either.

I can't touch my temper and am afraid that I will not be able to serve well, so I will end up in a miserable way if I accidentally do it.

To make a cold meat that takes time to wait openly, you can't avoid this helplessness.

At the same time, he can also show his cooking skills so that Ziofra can intuitively see his other useful values.

Why waste it is a waste of killing two birds with one stone?

He smiled proudly in his heart, but his face was still solemn. He walked a few steps and carefully knocked on Ziofra's door.

However, before Jevre's fist fell, the thick dark door creaked open.

Damn! There is indeed surveillance, otherwise such a coincidence would have happened.

As soon as you knock on the door, you can open the door in time and act like you are aware of the uncertainty!

Fortunately, I was respectful before and did not make any small moves, otherwise...

It's probably a piece of meat in the ingredients now.

"Mr. Ziofra, the young man has prepared the cooked meat, garlic paste white meat, and the mandarin duck hotpot. Do you think that letting Leas come out and try it?"

"Well, you wait a moment."

Ziofra's iceberg-like face smelled the rich fragrance, twitched slightly, and then returned to his indifference.

If Jevre hadn't had good eyesight now, far beyond the so-called Hawkeye, he would have mistakenly thought it was an illusion.

Ziofra turned around, closed the dark door firmly, and floated to the lavender door beside her, chanting the spell skillfully, and placing her palms.

It's very strange. Is the spells activated still one by one?

After listening carefully, it is obviously different from the previous one, with at least a dozen syllables growing.

The lilac door had just opened a gap enough for Ziofra to enter and exit, and the magician flashed in in an instant.

Jevre looked at it secretly and saw only a little bit of a corner.

Rows of gray metal fences that couldn't tell what it was, locking several small cages tightly.

Those cages were similar to those of the bird cages that held Leas, but no creature was seen.

Is this a place where experimental subjects are specifically detained?

Looking back at his new bedroom, Jevre instantly had a great psychological balance.

At least I live in a spacious place and I have a little bit of personal freedom.
Chapter completed!