Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 238: Sorting Ingredients and Leaving Nibelungen
“This can is pretty good.”

Lu Zao patted the can shell and peeled off all the edible parts of Gleipnir. The remaining armor formed a hard outer shell.

From the perspective of alchemy, this shell will be absolutely top-notch material after it is taken out, and the alchemical sword forged from it should be able to hurt those noble first-generation species.

If the target is Fenrir or even Xia Mi, maybe every strike of the sword can be a critical hit.

Caesar put away his hunting knife and said, "Eat here or deal with those two chains first."

Lu Zao thought for a moment and said, "Deal with the soda chain first. Xiaolu, you and Samson go to the villa and get the gourmet backpack."

The food backpack is a food storage box specially designed for holding liquids. It is mainly made of natural rubber and has a large capacity.

Although the firepower configuration of the food world is not much different from that of the Earth, the technology in the food field is developing more rapidly.

If the material standards are based on those of the food industry, it would not be a problem to drain the lake or sea water like some magic weapon in mythology.

The difference is that the appearance of the magic weapon of the immortals will not change much after the water is drained, but the food backpack may turn into a mountain.

Lu Mingfei and Samson ran back, and to be safe they brought all the food backpacks with them.

After all, judging from the size of the potato chip mountain just now, it is not impossible to create a soda lake after completely cooking the chain.

"Get ready. Caesar will be in charge of guiding, Xiaolu, you and Samson will be in charge of packing the bags."

Lu Zao glanced at Fenrir who was ready to make a move, and after thinking for a while, he asked Chu Zihang to stop cooking and go watch the big stupid dragon.

According to Fenrir's current state, he would not cause any damage to them if he rushed over excitedly, and the forced blood deduction in the game mechanism was also impossible.

But this guy's size is definitely enough to knock over Xiaolu, so Lu Zao was really afraid that this guy would waste the food if he got excited.

When the cooking is finished, Fenrir will definitely get a portion, but before that, it’s better to keep that Husky quiet.

Fenrir looked at Chu Zihang who was walking towards him with his hand on the hilt of the knife, and shrank his head unconsciously.

Why did he feel that the human in front of him had the aura of his sister, and the expression on his face was also similar.

Illusion?
Pink peach soda began to gush out, and Caesar clapped his palms in front of Lu Zao and rubbed a wind funnel to ensure that the soda could be sucked up by the food backpacks in Lu Mingfei and Samson's hands without a drop leaking out.

Jasmine flew to Lu Zao's shoulder, her cute body holding a large bottle of dark viscous liquid.

"My Lord, I put away the sword, but I always feel uncomfortable when I actually touch it."

"Thank you for your hard work. Just give me this."

Lu Zao took a look at the amount of soda gushing out and chopped it again. With his other hand, he shook the sticky liquid that Marian had handed over.

Fenrir's analysis panel says that this thing is some kind of Supreme Black Blood Greatsword, which means it is most likely related to the Black King.

Just like the dragon clan has never been away from humans, the parts of the Black King's body seem to be preserved and used by his children in some way, which shows the father's love and filial piety.

Forget it, I'll take it back and help my grandson broaden his research ideas.

Lu Zao concentrated on cooking. After finishing the soda chain, he started to deal with the potato chips. However, due to the nature of potato chips being crispy and fragile, a small part of it was still broken.

Caesar clapped his hands again, and the potato chip crumbs and several large mountains of potato chips cooked during the battle just now were rolled into a tornado, and poured them towards Fenrir who had been waiting for a long time.

The fight between Fenrir, with his mouth wide open, and the potato chips tornado was very much like the process of cramming, except that Fenrir's stomach was a bottomless pit. After eating a few mountains of potato chips, he was still clamoring for another meal.

Chu Zihang took a look at the small mountain of food in front of him and felt a little troubled.

"Caesar, you can use wind and lightning, can you summon clouds and mist to coat the food? Otherwise, we can't get the food out without alerting anyone." Caesar was furious: "Do you think I'm the dragon in your Eastern culture? Clouds, mist, thunder and lightning will come at my beckoning?"

Lu Mingfei: "Actually, a Taoist who has a high level of cultivation can do it too. If they learn the proper Taoist methods, they can even ask the gods to make the clouds and rain."

Caesar:? ? ?
Is this the point?

After taking a look, Lu Zao couldn't help scratching his head.

"How about this, Caesar, you and Lao Chu go out and take care of the warehouse and the truck first, then we can arrange a place to take all these things out?"

Caesar snapped his fingers and said, "This is a good idea. You can always trust the financial strength of the Gattuso family. Just leave it to me."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but didn't intend to spoil the show.

How to put it, in their previous life, they were chased like wild dogs in Japan, and the financial resources of the Gattuso family didn't seem to play any role at that time.

No, I still have to be a gigolo in Takama-ga-hara.

Lu Mingfei's eyes rolled.

Wouldn't it be interesting if my adoptive father went to work in Takamagahara?
Judging from my godfather's personality, he is definitely a lunatic who can do push-ups with a smile while having two guests sitting on his waist.

If we meet a fat woman weighing over 300 pounds, Takama-ga-hara might become a weight loss training class.

Fenrir came closer with eyes wide open.

"Prophet, prophet, are you leaving?"

Lu Zao pointed to the side and said, "Most of that is reserved for you. To be honest, it will take a while to finish eating so much."

It is a lot, but the problem is that before they were cultivated, these chips and sodas all had the same taste.

He left a portion of the leftovers and divided them into two halves. One portion was eaten by the tree in the academy, and the other portion Lu Zao planned to take back to IGO to see if they could develop some new potato chip ingredients.

Lu Zao said: "Now that we have solved the problems that have bound you, you can eat whatever you want from the ingredients here."

"Just don't be so reckless next time. If you want someone to come after you, don't just drag the house over here."

Fenrir looked at Lu Zao eagerly, as if a puppy was looking at his master who was about to go on a long journey.

Lu Zao: "Don't look at me like that, this place is too special. At least for now, I dare not move."

Regardless of whether the dragon veins in ancient times are real, the Nibelungen of Fenrir exists based on a large subway station in reality.

In other words, if they planned to cook the entire Nibelung directly like they did last time, the external impact would be absolutely no different from a terrorist attack.

Lu Mingfei waved from a distance.

"Brother Zao, there seems to be a means of transportation that can directly leave Nibelungen. It's an old-fashioned subway!"

This was valuable experience from his previous life. When his senior brother wanted to risk his life to send him out to receive merit, it was this subway that he used.

Lu Zao clapped his hands: "Oh yes, there is also this trick. This way it won't be so complicated."

"Fenrir, stay here. I'll go get you some oranges."

"Samson, your mission has changed. Find a way to quickly teach Fenrir how to shrink his body!"

(End of this chapter)