Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 483 Tauren all miss Mr. Donne

When it comes to manipulating dreams, Donne is personally confident.

What is meant by “a practitioner walking in a dreamland”, tactically lean back.

As for this level of his ability, when he was hunting the Storm God before, because he had to take care of each other’s back teammates, he had confessed to the cardinal Mayer of the Holy See.

Pope Mohani probably learned something about it from Meyer.

This time, I came to Eaton to personally report the intelligence of the north to Dorne, and he also had the intention of asking God to bring the lord out of the mountain.

“So things in the north require my participation, right?” Donn nodded knowingly.

“It would be great if the Lord of God could make a move.” The Pope replied respectfully.

“I see.”

Dorn said this, and thought of the small note he had received from [Plague], which clearly wrote such a sentence-

[Wait when the time is right, wait for it. ]

Now it may be what Miss said the plague, the time is right.

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Storm sea.

Dawn Island named after Donne.

This is the homeland where the tauren people live in the real world after they have escaped from the [Minotaur Labyrinth].

Under the leadership of Tauren Chief Kane and Shaman Tamara, after a year of operation, this place is already decent, and the scale is even much larger than the original ruins.

Moreover, after getting rid of the limitations of relic resources and development area, the size of the Minotaur ethnic group has ushered in a gratifying growth, and the new population has increased by about 30.

Because it is the boundary of the storm sea area, Shuguang Island is relatively less weather-changing and more suitable for survival.

Tropical vegetation on the island is growing very well.

In the depths of the dense rain forest, there are large-scale tauren tribes, and there are tents, wooden long houses, colorful totem poles, and ancestral light feather nets everywhere.

You can see tauren of all ages living here.

In the southeast corner of the tribe, a long house with colored panels near the monster breeding area belongs to the tribe’s grandmother Lu Lubo, the old cook.

There is a big pot in the open space of the long house.

The Tauren tribe now eats big pot of rice as their daily eating habits. Grandma Lulubo took a few small attendants to prepare the food for the whole clan, and then everyone came to collect it by themselves.

The sun is clear, it’s time for dinner.

Grandma Lu Lubo and her team were cooking fire-feather duck meat. The duck soup also added some wild fruits and wild vegetables from the rain forest. The smell of stewed meat mixed with the fragrance of vegetables filled the whole camp.

It is worth mentioning that Baine, the grandson of Chief Kane, was also in the cooking team at this time.

The little guy is holding a long wooden spoon to evenly stir the ingredients in the pot, and from time to time he squeezes his nose to sniff the scent in the pot to identify the best time to make this pot of fire feather duck soup.

By the side of the boiling pot, there were already many tauren around, all holding wooden pots and bowls, looking forward to the duck soup.

Occasionally someone will joked: “Bain, your duck soup is getting better and better. This pot smells so good. Will you really want to be a cook in the future?”

“Humph~” After hearing these words, Bain shook his cow’s head triumphantly, “Of course it will burn better and better. Grandma Lulubo and I were pointed out by Don Dage! And, What’s wrong with being a cook? Isn’t Dage a cook!”

This mouth is closed, it’s all his Dage.

Although Dorn hadn’t appeared in Minotaur’s vision for a year, his presence in the camp was not low at all.

During the two meals a day, people have to mention it more than a hundred times on average.

There are nearly fifty times of them, all contributed by Mavericks Bain.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this little tauren is a diehard fan of Donne.

Moreover, the appearance of Dorn at the beginning has really left some indelible influence on the Tauren tribe.

When I was in the ruins before, the tribal culture of the tauren worshiped the strong body and strength, and advocated force.

As for now, the ethos of Shangwu has not changed.

But at the same time, the Tauren people have another ethnic hobby-cooking and studying cooking.

It is estimated that this “dry rice style” and “dry rice enthusiasm” will continue to develop in the long term, and it may become an important part of tribal culture.

The duck soup in the big pot boiled for a while, and when the meat aroma reached its peak, Grandma Lu Lubo asked the assistants to start the pot.

The tauren, who had been waiting for a long time, hugged the bowl and surrounded him.

“Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze, everyone has a share! Hey! Seti, don’t think I didn’t see it! There is a bowl for one person, and many people haven’t come to eat. Give me the bowl you’ve hidden back!”

“What? For the sake of my life and death with Mr. Donne, isn’t it worth getting an extra bowl?”

“You have used this excuse many times!”

After a brief confusion, the duck soup in the cauldron was divided in half.

The tauren carried the duck soup and ate the golden brown rice crackers sweetly.

By the way, the raw material of this rice cake, rice, is one of the crop seeds left by Don after helping the Tauren people move.

Under the leadership of the old human adventurer Kezi, the planting of some crops has shown initial results.

As a result, the life level of the tauren people, especially the level of diet, has been visibly improved.

When this group of idle tauren had almost eaten, another group of people gathered and hunted around the cauldron returned and joined the meal.

Among the second group of diners, there was the half tauren Benissa who looked like a monster girl.

Benissa received a lunch today, so she went in and found a small wooden stake to sit down, eating while listening to the gossips of people around her——

“The dishes made by Grandma Rulubo and Bain are getting better and better, but ah… shhh, I still miss the bite that Mr. Donne made himself.”

“I miss it too. But it can’t be helped. How can other people compare to Mr. Donne, that’s Mr. Donne.”

Listening to the conversations of the people around him, Benissa had no words, but silently took a bite of rice cakes.

Click, click, click.

The rice cracker that was baked until it was burnt and crispy was a bite-sized grain. At this time, drink another sip of hot and delicious duck soup, soak the rice in your mouth, not to mention how beautiful it is.

Of course, if compared to the dishes Donn had made, the combination of duck soup and rice crackers is indeed a bit inadequate.

But people, know enough.

“Call -” fun exhaled breath, Bei Nisha picked up rice cakes and eating a mouthful, her slender back of ox tail from side to side, while eating only he can hear the sound of a whisper, “who more than Mr. Eun…”