The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1187 Cooking
The caves where the underground gnomes live are not very big. The widest part is less than a kilometer, and the narrowest part is only about 4-500 meters. Fortunately, the village is not populated, so it looks relatively empty.

When he was taken to the center of the village, Randall quickly gave up his relatively larger hut built with vines and straw and invited Allen to move in. Allen gladly accepted the offer, as he was attracted by the relatively spacious hall of the hut and the bonfire that was still burning in the hall, which was the only artificial lighting in the entire cave.

Just as Alan was enjoying the thatched cottage in front of him, another underground dwarf woman and child brought a slate plate and timidly brought it to Alan.

"There's nothing good in the village to treat the warrior. Only the fragrant mushrooms we grow ourselves are quite delicious. Let's fill your stomach."

Randall pointed to the only black food on the plate and introduced it to Alan.

Alan glanced at the so-called fragrant mushrooms, and the God of Food domain quietly analyzed the essence of the food. After confirming its non-toxic properties, he smiled heartily: "Thank you all for your hospitality, I won't be polite then."

Allen picked up the wooden bowl and was about to eat it, but suddenly thought of the role he was playing. He immediately held the wooden bowl in his hands, closed his eyes and prayed devoutly: "My Lord in heaven, may your..."

"Praise my Lord, may the glory of the God of Food protect the humble Lamb!!"

After the clumsy performance, Alan opened his eyes and saw the group of gnomes around him hurriedly retracting their curious gazes, which made the corners of his mouth slightly rise but he didn't say anything else.

Only then did he use the fork on his waist to pick up a long piece of black mushroom and slowly put it into his mouth to chew.

After being roasted, the shiitake mushroom has a tender texture. During the chewing process, a faint and strange fragrance slowly dissipates and fills the mouth. Even after the food is swallowed, there will still be an aftertaste. It is indeed a good ingredient.

It’s a pity that the cooking skills of these dwarfs were too crude, and the inner part of the shimeji mushroom was not roasted thoroughly, so there was still an earthy smell left, which greatly reduced the taste of this dish.

After taking a sip, Allen frowned slightly, which immediately made Randall and others nervous.

"Is this food not to your taste, warrior?"

Randall and his companions were helpless. The village was so poor that they could not produce anything valuable. This unexpected visitor said that he was just passing by to rest, but in fact, any guy who dared to venture out to the Underdark alone was ruthless and cruel. If the village did not entertain him well, he would surely be killed.

"Hahaha, this is just my professional habit. Your shimeji mushroom is indeed a good ingredient, but your cooking skills are really simple. You can't bring out its advantages at all!!"

Alan shook his head slightly and explained, "Do you have any fresh shimeji mushrooms? I'll show you how good I am!!"

“Yes!! Yes!!”

Although this fragrant shiitake mushroom is a specialty cultivated carefully by the village, Randall and his companions usually rely on it to exchange for some daily necessities from the traveling merchants who pass by regularly. However, when faced with the request made by this powerful adventurer, they nodded and responded hurriedly.

Soon, a dwarf brought a dozen brown-red mushrooms as thick as a child's arm, with their canopies still unopened, into Alan's hands.

Clang! !

Alan pulled out a rectangular kitchen knife that glowed with a cold light, which scared the surrounding dwarfs. But then they returned to their normal and even greedy expressions, staring at the obviously well-made kitchen knife in Alan's hand.

Picking up a mushroom, Alan used his knife to trim the root of the mushroom. After cleaning the parts stained with sawdust and dirt, he put it down again and quickly cleaned all the ingredients.

Alan then opened the bulging bag beside him and took out several sealed bronze jars of different sizes. He then wiped the inside of the frying pan with a cloth to remove the traces and dirt left by the battle, and used it as a chopping board to cut the mushrooms into thin slices of uniform thickness.

The identification feature of the God of Cookery allowed Alan to come up with several cooking methods in his mind while cutting vegetables. However, as there were not many other ingredients in his disguised bag, he finally chose the simplest pan-fried dish.

Although it was just a cheap ingredient and there were many substitutes for it in Feynman's world, when it fell into Alan's hands, he was still prepared to devote all his concentration to completing the dish as a shock to the first group of dwarves in the Underdark who were fortunate enough to taste the magic cooking.

Alan held the frying pan steadily over the campfire in the hall to heat it. The oil added inside sizzled as the temperature rose. When the oil temperature reached a certain degree, Alan first sprinkled a little fine salt evenly into it, and then gently fried the mushroom slices in the hot oil. Soon, an aroma mixed with oil and mushrooms spread, which immediately aroused the appetite of a group of dwarfs in the house, and they couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.

……

The seemingly simple fried mushrooms were successfully cooked into a mid-level magic dish after more than half a magic hour thanks to Alan's perfect technique and the cooking bonus provided by the God of Food's domain and kitchen utensils. When the dish was presented to this group of country bumpkin dwarfs, it was a bunch of blooming burnt yellow flowers, neatly and beautifully arranged on the simple plate.

Although it was only an intermediate magic dish, it was already the limit of what the magic of the fragrant mushroom could cook. Alan gently poured the last drop of oil on the burnt yellow mushroom flower, and then nodded with satisfaction. "Come on, all of you try it!!"

Alan showed off his cooking skills not just to satisfy his appetite. A mere mid-level dish would be of no help to him now, but to this group of lucky people, it was more than just a dish.

Alan generously shared this dish that looked like a work of art with the dwarfs present, but it did not win their joy. They all hesitated, a little afraid and worried. However, after seeing Alan's face gradually turn from cloudy to overcast, the old dwarf named Randall finally gritted his teeth and stood up, mustered up the courage to reach out, grabbed a piece of mushroom and put it into his mouth.

The mushroom entered the mouth and broke easily with a light touch between the lips and teeth. The food full of oil and mushroom fragrance turned into lively elves, forming a sensory storm in the mouth of the elderly dwarf, which made the dwarf burst into tears at that time.

“Y-yummy!!”

"Village Chief, you should try it too, it's really, really delicious!!"

After the old dwarf's attempt, the dozen or so middle-aged dwarfs in the room seemed a little crazy, but their lives did not seem to be in danger, so they let down their guard and grabbed the food on the plates with their bare hands.

Afterwards, everyone began to imitate the old dwarf's expression and became a little crazy and excited, and started to scramble for the food on the plates without caring about their image.

This group of dwarves from a remote area usually find it difficult to get even salt, let alone various expensive spices. Now, this magical dish with its color, aroma and taste is like people who usually can only see black and white pictures suddenly seeing a colorful world, which has a great impact on their worldview.

And this matter is not over yet.

After a dozen dwarves had eaten all the mushrooms on the plates, and even the remaining oil stains were licked clean by a dwarf with his tongue, the energy contained in the magic dish began to take effect in the bodies of these lucky guys.

"Why is the connection between me and the Shadow Energy Plane so close? I..."

"My strength seems to have become stronger!!"

"I can see further..."

Perhaps because of its growing environment, the magic power that the Tan Mushroom absorbs from nature is mainly shadow energy, mixed with some earth and dark elements. Therefore, after being stimulated by Alan's cooking to produce special effects, it will mostly be blessed by these three attributes.

As for the different effects it exhibited on a dozen dwarves, it was because of the different elemental properties contained in their bodies.

Among them, the village chief named Randall should be the one who gained the most after eating this dish. Not only did it increase the shadow energy in his body permanently by more than double, but it also improved his shadow affinity, directly reaching the middle-level 10-11 level, and not far from the peak of the middle-level 12.

"Dear guest, please accept the most sincere thanks from all the villagers of Panxi Village!!!"

After a moment of noise, Randall and the village elder Sammy finally calmed down and remembered that there were guests around them. They hurriedly bowed and thanked Alan. However, this time their gratitude came from the bottom of their hearts, and their fear of Alan was reduced a lot.

If someone really had ill intentions towards the village, they would never share such a precious thing generously with everyone. Although Randall and his friends had not seen the world, they still had basic common sense. Even if they sold their entire village and all the villagers, they probably would not be able to buy such a dish with such a remarkable effect.

"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank the great God of Gourmet. It was He who created the unique and powerful magical dishes, allowing all the ingredients in the world to be used in their proper places and to play their roles."

Alan acted like a charlatan very well, but the god of food he was talking about was still his own god, which made it a bit difficult for him.

But Alan still had a big heart and behaved very calmly. Although he let go of these weak dwarfs out of kindness, in addition to obtaining some information from them, he also had to make them pay some other price.

For example, right now, Alan is thinking of developing them into believers of the God of Food and making them the source of his power of faith, just to add some fun to his adventurous career.

Maybe the seed that I planted unintentionally now will grow step by step into a famous belief in the Dark Region in the future! !
"God of Food??"

Randall and the others were bewildered, having never heard of the name of this god, but they soon came to their senses, not wanting to spoil the interest of the powerful bear goblin in off-white clothes, and muttered to themselves, "So that's how it is. Praise the God of Food!!"

“Praise the God of Food!!”