Chapter 736： Let us tolerate him.

Outside the palace, in a dimly lit room, three tall figures sit opposite each other.

"The hottest blood of the Orc warriors has been scattered on the border between the Horde and the Los Angeles Empire. I hope that your Demon and the Forest Trolls will be able to show their true sincerity, not just talking about it." Dark-skinned orcs Shen channel.

"Reassured, the most elite warrior of my forest troll family has arrived in Luodu, and Irina has kept it back." The forest troll twisted his own neck and made a creaking sound. The sound was like Extrusion from the lungs is generally harsh.

The emptiness of the devil licks his mouth, the cold eyes flashed through the cold light, sneer: "The pattern of this world will be redefined by our tribal alliance, elves, humans, goblins, these weak and deceitful things, should be food Yes, don’t deserve to own territory, don’t deserve to be on an equal footing with us, let them start from the inside fight...”

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McGee took a knives box and walked slowly into this huge kitchen. It occupies a kitchen as big as a football field. He saw it for the first time, and the rows were neatly divided. Any vacancies, the chefs are more than a thousand.

And more than a thousand chefs, the best chefs on the Nolan continent, gathered here today, just to offer him a delicious meal on the king's birthday.

"It’s more spectacular than you think." McGonagall said in his heart, looking at the devil chef who chopped three kitchen knives and chopped vegetables like a wind, the forest troll with a fired head against the pot, and that was like magic. An elegant elf chef who cooks delicious dishes.

Different ethnic chefs show an incredible picture, all kinds of wonderful fragrances spread in the kitchen, and the spatula is intertwined into a beautiful piece of music, probably a piece that every chef will like.

McGonagall looked at it with interest. This is the first time he has seen so many peers. He used his different styles of cooking to make food, just like Liu Wei who entered the Grand View Garden. .

"Mr. McGonagall, your cooking location is here, I will start serving in two hours, I hope you can be prepared." The guard who led McGon came in and stopped, pointing to an empty space next to him. McGonagall: "Do you have only one person?"

McGonagall put the tool box on the stove, and looked at the guard and nodded a little. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's just a little surprised. Even Karuru, who only makes a cold dish, has two helpers." The guard looked at the kitchen next to Meg and smiled and said, "So, good luck." Then turned away go with.

"Thank you." McGonagall nodded slightly. He had just walked all the way. The chefs really seemed to have helpers beside them. Instead, his chef was more conspicuous.

"Let's make a Karuru with cucumbers and give us three places. What does he do alone?"

“Is it going to be peanuts?”

"Oh, don't say, peanuts are at the same level as us."

The three people next to the booth whispered.

McGonagain looked sideways at the kitchen next to him. A man with a pretty round body and a white chef's suit was smiling at him with a thick face. He also politely smiled at him.

The uncle's body looks like a little bit similar to the big white, even the face type - (●-●), is generally the same, naturally makes people have a good looks.

There are two 15-year-old little fat people around him, and his body looks like his miniature version. To say that this is not a biological one, McGonagall does not believe it.

Uncle looked at Meg and asked curiously: "Hello, my name is Karuru, they are Kakaru and Lukaka, it is my son. But, brother, what are you doing, how can you What about people?"

The little fat guys also looked at McGonagall with curiosity.

Today, they are considered to be the least number of people. They are somewhat unrecognizable in front of other chefs. But this man turned out to be a person, and his heart suddenly raised some superiority.

"Karuru, Kakaru, Luca..." McGonagall felt that his brain was going to turn dizzy. The name was really casual. He looked at the curious father and son and smiled. "I am McGonagall." Because there are not many things to do, so no help is needed."

According to Qiao Xiu's request, he only needs to do about 10 people. This level is not stressful for him, and he does not need any helper at all.

"I understand, I understand." Karuru looked at me and understood your nod, although being elected to the palace for the king's birthday is a boastful thing, but in this scene of the chef gathering, I can only do such a cold dish, this face is still a bit unspeakable, and he is completely sympathetic to Meg.

"It's okay, McGonagall, although we don't have more people than them, the dishes we make are not necessarily on the king's table, but we are better at relaxing. Look at the big pot on the head. The trolls, the skulls are all red, and the little trolls next to them are all around him, and they are getting tired." Carruru smiled and opened up for McGonagall.

"What you said is." McGonagall nodded so nodded, it seems that the uncle seems to have misunderstood something, but he did not explain the meaning, commanding the guards to put the kitchen utensils, "this put this side, that is placed It’s ok, seasoning for me...”

"Father, does he need to use so many kitchen utensils to make a cold dish? How can we just need a basin?" Lukaka asked with a puzzled look.

"He must have moved his entire kitchen. Although he can only cook a cold dish, he still has to pretend that his cold dishes are very tall. This is very worth learning, miscalculated, and miscalculated." Kaka Lu touched his chin and stunned.

Karuru looked back and said: "Don't say that every chef has his own pride. I can understand this behavior of the McGonagall. When I first entered the palace, I even had a large jar of pickled cucumbers. I brought them up, and I was worried that others would say that I was just a pickled cucumber. I just wanted them to see, even if it was pickled cucumber, it wouldn’t be anyone who could pickle it. Not everyone has a big tank.”

"You see, he should be at that stage of my time. Let us tolerate him and protect him. I should not laugh at him." Carruru looked at his two sons and said with a serious expression.

"Yeah." The two brothers nodded.