Great, we're doomed now!

"Hehe~"

If it's a newcomer from outside, rashly venturing into the fourth basement level alone... someone who clearly comes from a wealthy family, you can definitely swindle a lot out of them.

If the other party is a highly skilled adventurer or someone with considerable social experience, they will not act rashly.

Adventurers are mostly people who dream of getting rich but have nowhere to go. They can easily degenerate into hooligans and thugs. It is not uncommon for them to cheat each other or even fight. People who fish here may have less of a fighting spirit and just want to take advantage of any opportunity.

But they quickly abandoned their plans, because the cleanest human in the labyrinth had approached a slovenly dwarf who was considered extremely unsightly even by adventurers, completely lacking the fastidiousness of a nobleman.

"Hello, dwarf."

"Hmm? Is there something you need?"

"I see you have a pot in your backpack, may I borrow it?"

"You and your companions came down without any cooking utensils?"

"I have no companions. We were attacked by monsters and lost most of our luggage... Could you lend it to me?"

Ye Shou sat down, opened his backpack, and "took out" two oil paper packets. Upon opening them, a fresh, pungent smell of blood attracted everyone's attention.

The ensuing conversation led them to stare at each other, their eyes widening in terror:

"I want to process this 'fishman's' tail meat while it's still fresh, otherwise it might affect the taste."

"!!!"

"Sigh... monster meat?"

"Want some? Does that guy want some?"

"vomit……"

"Such a disgusting request, only a fool would agree to it—"

"Okay, take it and use it."

The strong but short man actually agreed and then took the opportunity to make his own request.

"But could I try some too?"

"Okay~"

Ye Shou bowed slightly, revealing a charming yet slightly mysterious smile.

"Hello, my name is Kuze Yoshimori, and I am a gourmet on the go."

"I am Mori."

Blinking his calm and clear eyes, which seemed somewhat out of character for his appearance, the dwarf uncle said this.

Do you also like monster-themed cuisine?

and also?

Is eating this stuff really that popular?!

The fishermen were instantly bewildered.

Chapter 59 Ye Shou teaches you the principles of "being a person"

In the public's perception, dwarfs are often associated with caves, minerals, unconventionality, heavy drinking, and dirtiness.

In reality, there's truth to this, but not entirely true. Dwarves do indeed enjoy mining, have an amazing capacity for alcohol, are extremely resistant to high temperatures, and possess great strength, which is why many excellent craftsmen have emerged from them.

But they are by no means known for their "unconventional" and carefree style!

Dwarves' behavior cannot be described as either generous or stingy; they are a group of stubborn people who will accept any terms agreed upon beforehand, even if they are at a disadvantage.

Conversely, if one has gained a significant advantage, one will never offer the other party any discount.

On the other hand, not all dwarves are craftsmen; in fact, most are skilled in both hands, but many are primarily warriors or miners.

Craftsmen generally pay more attention to personal hygiene, a habit formed from the daily maintenance of their weapons. Miners and soldiers, on the other hand, are more casual, especially regarding their overly bushy beards…

But even among the dwarves, Sensi was an extremely special one.

As a human, Ye Shou didn't know what standard to use to judge the dwarf's appearance, but from his perspective, Senxi had an honest and reliable look, and his muscles were strong and muscular, making him look like he was very familiar with combat.

However, his clothes hadn't been washed in a long time, his thick beard and hair were stuck together with grease, and he smelled like a wild beast or a monster... He looked like a savage!

Interestingly, this statement isn't entirely wrong, because in Ye Shou's memory, this dwarf warrior (cook) had lived in the labyrinth for over fifty years, and aside from buying daily necessities like salt, he never went to the surface.

The fact that he could still grow up healthily in such a place meant that he had found a fresh and abundant source of food—monsters.

This kind of food that a normal person would never try is a kind of faith for Senshi. You can tell from his luggage; even important items like his helmet and axe haven't been well maintained, but his iron pot and kitchen knife look brand new.

...By the way, this set of kitchen utensils seems to be made of adamantite and mithril, right?

Ye Shou picked up the kitchen knife that Senxi had lent him, weighed it in his hand, and paused for a moment, slightly taken aback:

If we could take this thing back, could it help scientists create a new material?

"What, can't you handle it?" Senxi asked, looking up when he saw that Ye Shou hadn't made a move.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what dishes to make."

Ye Shou smiled gently, and with a light twist of his cleaver, he sliced ​​the "fish" open with exceptional smoothness.

The flesh of the fishman's tail is similar to that of the sailfish. After the blood is drained, it turns pink, and slightly darker textures are evenly distributed on the cross-section, giving it a firm and explosive feel.

Ye Shou's "Monster Hunter" did tell him how to cut along the muscle texture, but the cooking method was a bit beyond his scope. He had no choice but to follow the recipes in real life and decided to make a pan-fried fish fillet or eel sushi.

"Mr. Mori, does the flesh of the fish-men contain toxins?"

"No," Mori said succinctly. "Haven't you ever cooked fish-men before?"

"I have tried large whales and octopuses, but there are no such monsters in my hometown. I travel here to find special ingredients like these."

As Ye Shou spoke, he methodically used Senxi's seasonings, carefully removing the veins and tendons from each piece, ensuring that the ratio of fat to muscle remained consistent.

It's clear that he can cook well and his skills are quite good. Every movement is skillful and natural, with a unique sense of relaxation that draws you into his rhythm just by watching.

Mori nodded earnestly. As a chef who had been working for half a century without a certificate, he admired Ye Shou's focus and passion.

Interestingly, the fishermen also gathered around without realizing it, seemingly very interested in how to cook monsters, and watched Ye Shou's every move with great interest.

A simple stove was supported by a few thin iron rods, and coal with excellent combustion efficiency provided the fire. It was clear that it had been treated to prevent moisture. It was successfully ignited after being struck with flint a few times.

—Senshi's luggage looks bulky, but when you actually use it, it's like a mobile kitchen, with everything neatly arranged in its place.

With these abilities, Senshi, a warrior who doesn't know magic, was able to explore the labyrinth alone, making him practically the logistics department's backbone.

As the iron pot heated up under the flames, Ye Shou first used the oilier part of the pot to sear the bottom, then spread the overflowing oil evenly around the sides. To remove the fishy smell, he ground spices into powder and sprinkled them evenly on the fish, then coated the fish with a layer of flour, and then stuck it to the inside of the pot. He would lift it up and rotate it from time to time to ensure that it was heated evenly.

Soon, the aroma wafted out, and the surrounding anglers looked at each other in surprise.

Meanwhile, Ye Shou also finished cooking the fish-men's hair—which was actually the seaweed they used for camouflage—mixing a small amount of rice with the washed and chopped seaweed, adding a little salt, and making a mixed porridge.

The moment the two dishes were finished, Senxi couldn't help but applaud: "It smells delicious, it's sure to taste great! You didn't waste a single drop of the essence, well done!"

He couldn't help but feel a slight sense of goodwill towards Ye Shou because of his attitude towards the ingredients:

In Senshi's value system, monsters eat people, and people can eat monsters, which is not wrong. However, food should be used to its fullest potential and made as delicious as possible, because it helps them survive and deserves respect.

"Okay, let me try it!" This was the first time he had eaten monster food made by someone else, and Mori couldn't help but feel excited.

The dwarf took the plate Ye Shou handed him, picked up a piece of fried fish fillet and tasted it carefully. His eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, clearly very satisfied.

He wasn't one of those judges in food anime who always said something outrageous; Ye Shou was already quite satisfied with his reaction.

He set aside his portion, but there was still some left in the pot, so he waved to the fishermen: "Want to try some?"

"what?"

The four were taken aback and instinctively took a half step back: "No, no, no, you're too kind! I... well, let's just forget about it."

"Really? You all look like you really want to eat it?"

"Haha, you must be joking!"

"Yeah, who would like to eat monsters?"

"Be careful not to catch some strange disease, young man!"

Ye Shou nodded: "I appreciate everyone's kindness... but this is strange."

He stood up and strolled over under the watchful eyes of the group.

"If you all don't want to eat monster food, why are you looking at 'me' with such longing expressions?"

"..."

The four looked at each other, instinctively clenched their fists, but still smiled and laughed.

"Hey, don't say that, we all like women, hahaha~"

"Yes, although you're good-looking, we're not interested in that kind of thing!"

"There is no best." Ye Shou said with a harmless and polite smile, and unknowingly walked to someone's side.

With his arm around his shoulder, Ye Shou said, “But your gazes are a bit too intense; it’s really easy to make someone nervous.”

If it's neither love nor appetite, then it's hard not to wonder what it is.

Or are you looking at something around me, not 'me'?

Instinctively, the man's gaze fell on the backpack Ye Shou had placed on the ground. His limbs tensed naturally, and as he turned his head, he clenched his teeth, his expression turning fierce.

The movement suddenly stopped.

He was shocked to find that he couldn't turn his head!

Because Ye Shou had appeared behind him at some point, his companion, who was clearly within two meters, was unable to stop him. Now, in addition to the hand on his shoulder, there was a finger pressed against his neck like a short knife.

It's unbelievable! With just this one movement, he felt completely powerless, as if a nail had been driven into his neck, trapping him and leaving him utterly helpless!

Hey! What are you doing!

"Boy!"

"……stop."

The man, who was being restrained, trembled slightly in the eyes, and his lips murmured, "Stop...don't come any closer..."

"Big brother!"

"What's wrong? There are more of us!"