Durin's Diary

Chapter 232 Braised and Fried
"What are your requirements for consuming the power of the root?"

The original creator summoned by Durin was amused by Durin's question.

"Humans often use the method of impersonation, but I think it's all outdated. In the past, impersonation was indeed an effective way to avoid distortion. After all, there was a hole in the sky at that time, and the bits and pieces that came out of the subspace always caused trouble on earth."

At this point, the god glanced at the ceiling and said, "Now that there's no hole, the role-playing method is more like a ritual for the extraordinary profession, anchoring the existence of the extraordinary profession camp."

"Subspace?" Du Lin was a little confused because he heard a technical term from his previous life.

"Yes, the four alien gods among the Chaos followers are the identities they originally used when they descended. Unfortunately, the hole is too small, and I arrived too early, sealing it. Now these four alien gods are nothing more than local evil gods."

Having said this, the Primordial Creator leaned back on the bench and said, "You can choose a method of consumption. You can take it with wine, or cut it into slices. It doesn't matter. The low-level root power that dissipates easily is just some of the energy. However, after taking it, you will need to fight against your fate. You should be fine."

"No problem. I have been fighting against fate all my life. I didn't expect that if I lived again, I could fight it for another lifetime. It's so much fun to fight against the sky." After Du Lin finished speaking, he picked up the power of the root and walked downstairs.

"No, you really went downstairs to make braised lion's head." The original creator stood up and followed Du Lin: "No, I have to watch this fun."

Du Lin pushed open the door and walked towards the elevator. "Some people say that life consists of only two things: food and sex. This means that life is either eating or sleeping. I don't have any other hobbies. I just like eating and sleeping."

When they arrived at the third floor, Uncle Hannibal had never seen such a young man following Du Lin, so he quickly opened the kitchen door.

Not to mention him, everyone in the restaurant, including the waiters, chefs and diners, were dumbfounded.

After Du Lin explained his purpose, Hannibal quickly arranged a seat for him next to the stove next to the restaurant counter, where he could interact with the guests in the restaurant. This was usually the uncle's seat.

Braised lion's head? It was one of Du Lin's favorite luncheon meats in the cafeteria in the tower when he was a child.

I haven't done it for many years, I hope my skills haven't declined.

Thinking of this, Du Lin took a new knife from his uncle and chopped the root power of the Invisible One onto a newly placed clean chopping board.

At the same time, Uncle Hannibal also cut a piece of half fat and half lean meat under Dulin's arrangement.

While everything is being mixed in a bowl, the two eggs beaten by the Master's Hand are poured in.

Add the chopped mushrooms and stir thoroughly again.

Over there, the original creator was waving to a little dwarf who flew into the restaurant: "Come, come, come."

The man who had transformed from a bat into a dwarf was still sniffing the air one second, and the next second he discovered the original creator. He looked at him with an embarrassed face and said, "Sir, can I leave?"

"It's not easy for you to come out in broad daylight, and today you've even bravely come to the Everburning Lair. Sit down and have a drink with me, or maybe your leg is broken and you need my help." The Primordial Creator said, then turned to look at Durin. "Come, let me introduce you to Durin Elsh, my beloved. Your children and grandchildren should be more careful in what they do. If they hurt him, don't complain when I come and kill your entire family."

"Of course not, your lord, how could our Dracula family harm your darling?" The dwarf walked over tremblingly and sat down in front of the counter. He held up the small cup tremblingly and looked at the original creator with a flattering face.

The original creator smiled and opened a bottle of wine. Just as he poured him a glass, he smiled at the shadow in the corner and said, "You are here too."

"Yes, my lord...it smells so good..." A dragon appeared in the shadows, cowering.

"Since you're here, come and have a drink with me. You heard what I just said, right?"

"Yes, sir, we certainly wouldn't dare to take action against your beloved." The dragon came over and carefully sat on the chair.

He held up the glass and the Original Creator poured him some wine. He said thank you nervously.

Shadow dragons are the bad guys among dragons. They are born to steal the good things of other dragons. To be honest, they are not completely bad, but judging by their behavior, any dragon would want to skin them alive.

Du Lin has already made a pretty big meatball.

The oil in the pan has been heated, put the meatballs into the oil.

Du Lin came to the front counter and looked at the third uninvited guest - a werewolf who had climbed up the wall. He was quite handsome when he appeared, and even let out a wolf howl, which scared everyone at the restaurant.

Then, under the scolding of the original creator, it turned into a good dog.

"Uryula Dracula, the blood-sucking species, salutes you." The red-eyed bald dwarf lowered his head and looked submissive.

"Kakula Graywing, Shadow Dragon, I swear not to rob your treasure house." The dragon that looked like a grassland elf had a kind face.

"Kemis Julian, a pure-blooded werewolf, sorry to bother you, young sir." The silver-haired werewolf sat on the small chair and didn't dare to move.

"Guests are welcome. How about this? Once I'm promoted, I'll cook for you all."

After saying that, Du Lin didn't wait for an answer, but returned to the pot and poked the meatballs with chopsticks.

almost.

Pour in the wine, remove from heat, place on a plate, and cut into several slices with a knife.

Pour the meat sauce that has been prepared long ago.

Du Lin came to the counter with the food.

At this time, the fourth audience member had arrived, but this one made Du Lin a little confused.

"My old friend, Ayers." Anonymous said with a smile.

Greetings, Mr. Du Lin.

The bone lich in front of him lowered his body and looked at Du Lin.

"Hello." Since he was a friend, Du Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Anonymous invited me to have a drink today, so I came. Don’t worry, I don’t like the taste of the souls of kind people, it’s too sweet. The souls of the three people around me are more delicious, one is bitter like poetry, one is mellow like wine, and the other is particularly chewy.

After telling the joke, he and the Original Creator laughed together.

The other three guests were feeling very uncomfortable.

Du Lin looked towards the restaurant. The diners who were still sitting there had gone from being surprised at first to being completely numb now.

You see, among the six people inside and outside the counter, the lowest one is a seventh-ring warlock. Not to mention the divine bone lich and the original creator, the remaining three also have their own notoriety, but they are like young sons in front of the gods.

Before eating the lion ball, Du Lin raised his glass and said, "I believe there are no vegetarians among you here. I will drink first to show my respect."

After saying that, he tilted his neck back.

The Prime Creator raised his glass.

Mr. Lich named Ayers raised his glass.

The remaining three raised their glasses at the same time.

Du Lin swept across the lion's head, burped, and then dived headfirst into the small pillow pushed over by the Original Creator.

Next, it’s time to witness a miracle.

After the lich sighed, he glanced at the old pocket watch in his hand.

(End of this chapter)