Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

However, since the other party threatened her life, the white-haired loli would certainly not seek trouble.

She took a peek into the pot and saw that the fish was almost cooked, so she cut the scallion into shreds and threw them into the pot.

After stir-frying for a few times and frying the scallions and fish evenly, he lifted the pot and placed it on the mud ground next to him.

"Wow! Are you done yet?"

Yamato stood up quickly and stretched his head to the edge of the pot.

"Wait a minute, it's hot."

Veneto grabbed Yamato, then took out two pairs of chopsticks, two loaves of bread, and a bottle of white wine from the ship's space.

“Will this work?”

Veneto handed the chopsticks to Yamato.

"Yes, Gangwan taught me."

Yamato tried using the chopsticks twice. Although he was not very familiar with the technique, he was still able to pick up things with it.

"You know what bread is? Rice, that's a dish, you have to eat them together."

Veneto took the baguette, put it to his mouth, turned it sideways, and gestured back and forth.

"Bread? I know, I know!"

Yamato nodded frantically.

"This is what you're going to drink. Are you sure you can drink this?"

Veneto was a little worried.

I've never heard of deep sea drinking.

Later I thought, there are so many things in the deep sea that I have never heard of. The deep sea is so far away from humans and ship girls.

Look, even the talking Yamato has appeared. What other magical things are there? Veneto won’t find it magical.

"Ahahaha, I don't know, but here you go!"

The white-haired girl snatched the bottle from the white-haired loli and looked at it back and forth in front of her eyes.

The bottle was a transparent glass bottle, and inside it was a transparent liquid, which swayed in the bottle as she shook it.

"What kind of wine is this? I saw in the book that there are many kinds of wine, such as sake, brandy, whiskey, and wine."

After looking for a while, I didn't see what was going on, and I didn't dare to open it.

She didn't know how to cook or drink, she just saw in the book that someone drank.

At this time, we have to ask Veneto.

So he just snatched it away, but afraid of drinking it the wrong way, he had no choice but to stop and look back at Veneto.

"You have to eat before you drink this, otherwise you will feel very uncomfortable."

Veneto shook his head, warning Yamato.

"Why, do you mean you feel uncomfortable? Why do you drink when you feel uncomfortable?"

Yamato asked curiously.

"I don't know. I don't understand. I don't drink it anyway. This wine is for cooking."

Veneto thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a suitable excuse for those drunkards.

She felt that he was just teaching a child bad things. Although Yamato was not a child, his brain was no different from that of a child.

Veneto thinks that things like "social", "art" and "culture" are all excuses and are all misleading.

It's just that those drunkards want to drink, and they find so many excuses just to have a legitimate reason to drink.

Look, these drunk guys are either sleeping soundly or boxing. How does this have anything to do with socializing, art, or culture?

He even forgot his last name and given name.

Veneto didn't think the wine was any good. It was either too spicy or had a weird taste. The delicious ones with fruity flavors were even more annoying. After drinking them, he didn't know anything.

When you wake up the next day, you may not even recognize who is lying next to you.

Anyway, Shao Mouming drank the blackout wine and woke up in the hospital, with vomit on three sides of the bed.

That guy is awesome.

So Veneto thinks wine is not a good thing.

But Yamato is the guy who can take her life at any time, so she can just give it to him if he asks for it.

What if she doesn't give it to him and he gets drunk and crazy even though he hasn't had any alcohol? Will she be thrown into the pig cage again?

"So what's the difference between the cooking wine you use and this wine?"

Yamato doesn't understand, they are all wine, why is that called cooking wine?

"Because of added ingredients? Anyway, cooking wine is the wine used for cooking, and white wine is just a temporary substitute... and white wine can be used for disinfection and drinking. Bringing a bottle of strong white wine is much more convenient than bringing disinfectant and cooking wine, especially in a situation like this when stranded in the wilderness."

Veneto kept talking while using chopsticks to turn the fish to dissipate the heat.

Yamato was eager to eat meat, so she had to find a solution.

Veneto suddenly realized that she was just like Party B, or Party B squatting next to Party A.

Suddenly, I felt disgusted with the shark meat in my hand. What should I do?

Thinking of this, Veneto closed his mouth.

“Can I eat now?”

After a few seconds of silence, with no movement, Yamato couldn't help but ask.

"Eat, eat, eat something to fill your stomach before drinking."

After she finished speaking, she felt that the fish was almost cool, so she stopped turning the fish over and instead picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

The shark meat is chewy and bouncy without sticking to your teeth. It tastes like it’s alive in your mouth.

Her hands shook just the right amount, with just the right amount of salt, not too much or too little.

The amounts of other ingredients were just right.

Veneto guessed that it might be because of her physical condition as a ship girl now, so her hand control was much stronger than before.

"Well, it's OK, but a little spicy."

I cut a little too much pepper just now.

As for the fish meat now, I still took out some and gave it directly to Yamato. The remaining ones after eating are still spicy.

"Oh, I know, I know."

After waiting for a long time, Yamato couldn't wait to pick up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

Veneto stared at the white-haired deep-sea fish with his eyes wide open.

It wasn't so big that everything was swept away, but some of the soup still splashed onto Veneto's face.

"don't want……"

Veneto shouted too late.

Yamato rolled on the ground screaming while covering his eyes as the soup splashed onto his eyelids and he went to rub his eyes.

She didn't wash her hands after handling the peppers.

This deep-sea creature also has no habit of washing hands before meals.

Veneto also subconsciously thought that Shenhai would not have a stomachache because of the uncleanness if he did not wash his hands.

After all, what kind of magical creature is that, living in the depths of the sea, and we don’t know how there are so many of them.

No one has ever communicated with the deep sea, so everyone subjectively believes that the deep sea will not have stomachaches.

"Are you okay? Wash it with water."

Veneto quickly showed concern.

What if he gets angry and starts hitting her?

At least showing concern shows you have the right attitude.

"Pfft."

Yamato, whose head had once stabbed into the bucket because of fire coming out of his mouth, now had his head stabbed into the bucket again because of fire coming out of his eyes.

It took a long time before Yamato pulled the head out.

“The peppers are amazing.”

Then something came out that made Veneto touch his chin.

“Do you think chili is delicious?”

Veneto asked.

"Yeah, it's very exciting and feels great."

Yamato nodded.

"Does the burning of the peppers hurt your eyes?"

Veneto continued to ask.

"It's uncomfortable, but very exciting. I've never felt this before."

Yamato stared at Veneto with bloodshot eyes.

Well, this is a masochistic M and this is (save my life, dog head!!!).

Scientists say that spiciness is not a sense of smell, it is pain, it is a feeling.

NO.278 Two bottles...but that's 72% alcohol!

Yamato didn't understand Veneto's thoughts. He just gave Veneto a bloodshot look that he would never forget, then quickly turned around and rushed to the big iron pot.

There was still a lot of shark meat in the pot, and she wouldn't let go of any of it.

Veneto looked speechlessly at Yamato who monopolized the entire pot.

This guy actually didn't want to leave any meat for her.

Veneto had no choice but to take out a small bowl and squat beside the iron pot.

As soon as Veneto stretched out his chopsticks, he saw Yamato staring at his chopsticks.

"I can't starve to death, or no one will cook your next meal."

Veneto kept picking up his chopsticks while explaining.

Yamato glanced up at her, then fixed his eyes on the tip of Veneto's chopsticks.

However, it can be felt that the muscles of this deep-sea fish have relaxed a lot.

Veneto ate piece after piece of meat until his bowl was full.

"Woooo..."

Yamato made a sound like a puppy guarding its food.

"Okay, okay, I won't eat anymore. Okay?"

Veneto quickly picked up his bowl and moved away from Yamato.

This dog is very protective of its food. It would be bad if it got angry and bit her.

"Don't go, how can I get this wine?"

Yamato called out to Veneto.

“Crack.”

Veneto unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and the aroma of wine immediately wafted out.

Veneto admitted that strong liquor does have a unique aroma.

But thinking of how uncomfortable she would feel after getting drunk, she was no longer interested in the scent.