One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 29 Green Hair and Yellow Hair

The Shimotsuki family is really full of talented people, and they even have this kind of skills?

Xia Nuo was a little surprised. He bent down and prepared to knock on the wooden leg to feel it. As a result, as soon as he squatted down, he happened to meet the eyes of a little kid with blond hair and curly eyebrows.

"Xia...Brother Xia Nuo!"

Sanji was a little nervous and stammered, "Thank you! The old man told me that if you hadn't arrived in time, we would have starved to death on that deserted island!"

Such a cute voice... Is there a Chopper hidden in it?

"I didn't do that much." Xia Nuo smiled and rubbed his little head. "You can survive, you have to thank Uncle Zhepu a lot."

"I know."

Sanji nodded vigorously.

He only figured out the situation after waking up in the clinic this morning. He hugged Zhepu's broken leg and cried bitterly.

But Zhepu laughed and comforted him, saying how could he just sit there and watch a kid who shared the same dream starve to death. This made him cry even louder, and he didn't recover until he was about to leave.

"Uncle Zhepu."

Shanuo pinched his wooden leg, raised his head and asked, "It seems that daily activities are not affected. What about combat? Can you still use the same kicking skills as before?"

"Huh?" Zhepu was dumbfounded. "Benefactor, so you... you know my previous identity?"

"I know." Shanuo clapped his hands and stood up. "The leader of the Chef Pirates, Red-footed Zeff, is quite famous in the East China Sea."

In fact, he is more than just famous. Zeff was able to escape unscathed after a year of adventure in the Grand Line, and when he returned to the East China Sea, he was at the level of a hidden BOSS.

He had also seen the wanted order in the newspaper. 5000 million Baileys was a unique price in the East China Sea.

"Then why are you so calm? I'm a pirate, shouldn't I be afraid?"

"Are you the kind of ungrateful person?" Xia Nuo gave him a strange look. "If not, why should I be afraid?"

Pirates do have a very bad reputation among the people.

But after all, he is a time traveler who is familiar with the plot, so he naturally would not be so foolish as to roughly kill everyone based on the camp divisions.

In this turbulent era of pirates, one can no longer treat others harshly according to the moral standards of modern society in the previous life. He has guys on both the navy and pirate sides who have left a good impression on him, and Zeff is undoubtedly one of them.

"This..." Zhepu was stunned, and suddenly realized that the young man who saved him didn't seem to be a simple character.

Look around again.

Koshiro was still smiling, as if the words just now had no effect on him.

So they are not ordinary people... Zhepu couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the slight sense of restraint that had been there before suddenly disappeared completely.

"As for kicking skills, I can use them with some effort, but the power is greatly reduced!"

Zeff said cheerfully, "With the little skills I have left, I can't survive on the Grand Line. I can't become a pirate anymore. But that's fine. I'm old enough to take a break."

But Xia Nuo still saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. After pondering for a while, he asked, "What are your plans next?"

"Well...I'm not sure either."

Looking at the youngsters who were training noisily in the dojo, Zhepu suddenly asked, "Hey, Mr. Koshiro, is your dojo still short of a cook?"

"Ok?"

Koshiro was a little surprised and shook his head. "How could we afford a chef? Kuina and I used to take turns cooking. It's only in recent years, with more and more children learning kendo, that we asked the old lady next door to come over and help."

"How about letting me try it?"

Zhepu chuckled, "Since everyone hasn't had breakfast yet, I guess I'll show off my skills!"

"You're still recovering from your injuries, how can this be appropriate..."

Koshiro subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, but Zhepu had already waved his hand and strode towards the kitchen. Only after he entered the room did his loud voice come out again: "Little brat with curly eyebrows! Come over and help!" "Coming!"

Sanji's eyes lit up and he rushed over hastily.

What kind of thing is this? How can we let an injured guest cook? Koshiro held his forehead helplessly, glanced inside the dojo, and ordered:
"Kuina, Zoro, you two should go and help."

"Yes, father."

Kuina nodded, put down the bamboo sword, and with an expressionless face, she grabbed the ear of a little green algae-head who was struggling and shouting "I don't want it" and walked towards the kitchen.

……

in the kitchen.

Zoro was chopping onions with a kitchen knife angrily, with an expression on his face as if someone owed him five million berries.

what!

She actually interrupted his practice and made him come here to do this kind of chores!

"Your name is Zoro, right?"

Suddenly, a small blond head popped up next to him, speaking warmly and friendly. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sanji. I used to be a professional chef in the kitchen of a passenger ship. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"If you have any questions, you can ask me~~"

Zoro repeated sarcastically, "There are so many things I can't do. After all, not everyone likes to hang out in a place like this all day long."

"I really like it." Sanji scratched his head and smiled brightly, "Cooking is one of the most interesting things in the world, don't you think? Oh, by the way——"

He pointed to the onion that was in a terrible state after being destroyed by Zoro.

"There's a technique to chopping onions. First, remove the top and bottom stems, then cut through the middle and turn it over. It's easier this way..."

"Shut up!"

Zoro turned around and yelled anxiously, "I don't want to listen to this nonsense! Also, why do I always want to cry when I hear you talk?"

"That's because of the onions, not me..."

Sanji was speechless as he looked at Zoro, who was in tears. "Well, you can actually breathe slowly through your mouth, and you can also put a bowl of water next to the cutting board while you cut..."

"I still don't want to listen!"

Zoro snarled with his fangs, "Are you a man? Or are you just a girl with a freshly shaved head? How can a man know so much about something like this without diligently training in swordsmanship?"

"what?"

Sanji's eyes widened, and he also became angry. "Who are you calling a girl? You can't even cut an onion properly, aren't you afraid of accidentally killing yourself when you swing the knife?"

"You're so proud of yourself for being able to chop onions? Onions are the worst! They're all twisted and tangled, just like your eyebrows. They're disgusting just by looking at them!"

"What did you say! You're a green-haired vegetable who can't even tell the difference between salt and sugar in the kitchen!"

"You sissy who swings a spatula ten times slower than my sword!"

"A single-celled organism that thinks with its muscles!"

The two little guys were so close to each other that they didn't even notice a dangerous figure approaching from behind them.

"You two little brats..."

Zhepu gritted his teeth, grabbing one ear with each hand. "If you argue in my kitchen again, I'll chop you all into pieces and make today's main course! Do you hear me?"

Boom!
One minute later.

Zoro and Sanji were kneeling in front of the faucet to wash the vegetables. There were a bunch of big lumps on their heads, and green smoke was rising slowly.

(End of this chapter)