One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Only those who spend years at sea truly know how tedious and demanding it is to sail on a vast ocean with no land in sight.

After more than a month at sea, the warship did not return to the Navy Headquarters immediately, but instead wandered around in the East China Sea. Garp was obviously slacking off and did not want to return to headquarters to take up his post so soon.

On the deck of a warship, a boy in training uniform mingled among a group of naval soldiers, doing his daily morning exercises.

"Drink! Drink! Drink..."

The boy stood with his legs apart and knees slightly bent, remaining motionless as the warship rose and fell, intently swinging his fists.

The sun rises in the east, and the sunlight shines brightly.

After a round of sun exposure, the boy's skin did not turn dark; instead, it showed a healthy olive color.

With diligent daily training and the abundant Qi nourishment from the Six Treasures Immortal Thief through dietary supplements, Yang Ming not only did not ruin his body, but instead appeared stronger than his peers, with increasingly defined muscle lines serving as the best proof.

That day, after his morning exercise, Yang Ming did not carry a bucket to wipe the deck as usual, but was called over by Kapu.

Kap looked at the boy in front of him with kind eyes, and was very satisfied with him.

Karp originally planned to assign Yang Ming to a lower-level position to hone his skills and test his character.

A soldier's duty is to obey. No matter how capable a soldier is, he must learn to obey. Those who do not understand this principle will find it difficult to rise to a high position in the navy.

Fortunately, Yang Ming did a great job, better than Karp expected.

Since joining the grassroots level, Yang Ming has worked diligently and without complaint, doing his job perfectly. He has won the recognition of officers and soldiers on and off the warship, which is very commendable for someone his age.

To Karp's surprise, Yang Ming did not object to his arrangement for his deputy to teach him.

Every naval commander is the soul of a warship.

If a naval commander does not understand the seas and the Grand Line, he will be unable to lead his soldiers across the seas if his navigator dies in battle.

If naval commanders do not understand the cultural environment of different countries, they will easily find themselves in a passive position when going to sea to carry out missions and dealing with local naval bases and local nobles. They will be unable to obtain enough information from the local area, and if the two sides become enemies, they may even be secretly tripped up by local forces, making it difficult to carry out the mission smoothly.

Such naval commanders are not qualified naval commanders.

Garp admired Yang Ming and hoped that he could become a well-rounded naval commander, rather than a narrow-minded naval officer.

There are far too many narrow-minded naval officers; one more Yang Ming won't make a difference.

The navy is actually lacking a leader-level admiral.

The current Fleet Admiral of the Navy is not lacking in combat power and strategy, but he lacks the ambition to make progress. He is good at maintaining the status quo but not good at making progress.

Garp had always hoped that he could cultivate someone who could succeed Sengoku as Fleet Admiral.

Unfortunately, Dragon, the son on whom Garp had placed high hopes, was too radical and actually took up the banner of overthrowing the Celestial Dragons' rule.

This time, Garp didn't want to fail again.

"Yang Ming, you've worked so hard for so long, take a good rest today."

"After today, the warships will no longer linger in the East China Sea, but will return to the Grand Line via the calm sea."

Since he rarely had time to rest, Yang Ming naturally wouldn't refuse.

Garp seemed to be trying to make amends to Yang Ming, as the warship suddenly turned and headed in a certain direction.

In less than three hours, the outline of a building appeared on the horizon.

It was a restaurant floating on the ocean, the famous Balati Floating Restaurant in the East China Sea.

The warship docked smoothly on one side of the restaurant, and Kapu and Yang Ming stepped onto the deck outside the restaurant one after the other.

Just then, a blond-haired boy was kicked out of the restaurant and rolled around at the restaurant entrance.

The blond-haired boy got up, calmly dusted off his clothes, and shouted into the restaurant as he did so:

"You old fool, my cooking method is the right one! That's how you make dishes that satisfy your customers!"

As Yang Ming passed by the blond-haired boy, he recognized him as Sanji and paused slightly.

Yang Ming turned to look at the blond-haired boy. The boy's curly hair was very distinctive, and there was still a hint of resentment on his face. He couldn't help but say:

"From the moment you step into the kitchen, you bear the responsibility of cooking delicious food."

"I think this is the attitude a chef should have."

Upon hearing this, Sanji was slightly taken aback.

He originally thought that someone who uttered such philosophical words must be a seasoned chef.

But when Sanji looked in the direction of the voice, he found that the other person was a boy not much older than himself, and he immediately got so angry that his nose twisted.

"What right do you have to lecture me?"

Chapter 10 The Test from the Warring States Marshal

"What right do you have to lecture me?"

Sanji's temper is like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

Especially in the area of ​​cooking, which she has always considered very important, she cannot tolerate others interfering.

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

He was just trying to give the other person some friendly advice, so how did he end up offending them?

Normal people simply cannot understand these kinds of problem children.

Fortunately, the system's notification in his mind somewhat alleviated Yang Ming's dissatisfaction.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to start the prize wheel?"

Before Yang Ming could make a choice, a middle-aged man dressed in a white chef's uniform appeared at the door.

The middle-aged man had a weathered face, and one could tell at a glance that he was a man who had experienced many hardships.

He wore a tall chef's hat, his mustache was braided, and his right leg, now amputated and fitted with a wooden prosthesis, was rhythmically tapping the wooden floor as he shouted at Sanji:

"Sanji, I don't recall ever teaching you to treat guests like this!"

"Aren't you going to apologize to the customer right now?"

Zeff's words seemed to have the opposite effect, provoking Sanji's rebellious mentality.

Sanji turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

"Ugh!"

Zeff was both angry and anxious, and finally let out a sigh.

This great pirate, who once roamed the Grand Line, recognized Garp as the famous Marine hero the moment he saw him. The boy who was brought by Garp must have an extraordinary relationship with him.

Zeff dared not offend him in the slightest, nor even show the slightest disrespect.

Zeff, whose back was usually ramrod straight, bowed slightly, adopting the most sincere and humble posture, and said:

"I'm sorry, guests, I'm sorry to have startled you."

He stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.

Garp raised his eyelids and quickly sized up the other person.

Naval Headquarters maintains a record of wanted criminals from all over the country, and one of the essential courses for every naval admiral is to memorize each and every one of them.

Although Garp's appearance differed slightly from that on the wanted poster, looking more downcast and dejected, Garp still recognized him as Zeff, the former captain of the Chef Pirates, known as "Red Leg," with a bounty of 60 million Berries.

But soon, Garp lowered his eyelids, pretending not to recognize the other person.

He had finally managed to ask for leave from the Warring States period to go back to his hometown in the East Sea, and he didn't want to work overtime during his vacation.

Lying on a beach chair, reading fashion magazines, and enjoying quality time with your children and grandchildren—isn't that a wonderful life?

Garp isn't like Yang Ming, a workaholic, so of course he'll slack off whenever he can, since he'll still get paid!

As Yang Ming and Kapu stepped into the restaurant, Yang Ming felt his clothes being tugged forcefully.

Yang Ming turned around and saw Sanji staring at him stubbornly.

When it comes to chefs and culinary skills, Sanji becomes unusually stubborn.

In the eyes of ordinary people, such people are either geniuses or madmen, a type of person not recognized by the world.

Yang Ming glanced at the prize he had just drawn on the lottery wheel, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Didn't you just ask me what right I had to lecture you?"

Yang Ming rolled up his sleeves and looked at Zhepu:

"Boss, may I borrow your restaurant's kitchen?"

[Commoner's Cuisine]: It comes from the lifelong learning of Soma Yukihira, the protagonist of Food Wars!, and possesses superb culinary skills that can turn ordinary ingredients into something magical.

The moment Yang Ming received the prize, all sorts of culinary knowledge flooded his mind, as if he had spent eighteen springs and autumns, countless days and nights pondering culinary skills.

Garp paused, a look of hesitation on his face.

"Yang Ming, don't be reckless."

"Teacher, don't underestimate the cooking skills I learned by secretly working in the warship's kitchen!"

Yang Ming waved his hand, looking confident, and entered the kitchen under Zhepu's guidance.

Zeff crossed his arms and looked at the boy, who was not much older than Sanji, with a cold expression, somewhat disapproving.

"Even with my personal guidance, Sanji's cooking is still appalling. What kind of dishes can this boy possibly make?"

In Zeff's view, this was mostly a battle of egos between teenagers.

Zeff secretly planned that, in order to avoid Garp taking his anger out on him and Sanji, he should just have Sanji act out a bit more and admit defeat. It would be better than Garp and the Marines destroying the Baratie.

The kitchen of the floating restaurant was very clean and tidy. Although small, it was fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils.

The moment Yang Ming picked up the kitchen knife, Zeff's expression changed instantly.

"This is……"

Under Zhepu's astonished gaze, Yang Ming's knife skills were superb, just like a seasoned chef who had been immersed in the art of cooking for many years. His movements were as smooth as water, slicing the ham sausage and cutting the scallions into flower shapes.

Yang Ming turned around, turned on the stove, heated the pot until it was red-hot, poured in the oil, and then began to stir-fry the eggs, rice, ham, scallions, and other ingredients one by one.

Her small frame seemed to house the spirit of a great chef. Her hand holding the wok handle was always steady, and she had a knack for tossing the wok. As the ingredients flew through the air, the egg liquid gradually coated each plump grain of rice, forming golden rice that was perfect in color, aroma and taste!