The Capital of Gourmet Food, Pucci, the most famous Gourmet island in the sea. Every year, countless tourists would come from every corner of the sea to this place.
There are all the delicacies that all food lovers can think of here. There is no doubt that this place can satisfy all the desires of these old gluttons. For food lovers, it is a matter of course that this is a place like heaven.
No matter when, the entire island exuded a rich fragrance. It was a mix of countless flavors of food. This was an incomparably moving fragrance. Just smelling this fragrance was enough to make one's appetite burst.
"Well --"
Vlad looked at the cake in front of him with a bit of hesitation. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and his tongue was licking his lips from time to time. He looked very conflicted.
"How is it, Mr. Jack? How does it taste?"
A tall, fat man dressed in a white chef's uniform, and his body emitted a strong sweet fragrance that could not be erased. He stood in front of Vlad with a little pride and asked softly.
Jack is naturally Vlad who got a pseudonym for himself. He also wears a mask covering the upper half of his face. With a face with a high bounty on his face and using his original name to mess around on this island mixed with dragons and snakes, He's afraid that a large number of warships will come around in a day.
Fortunately, dragons and snakes are mixed on this island. As a deadly tourist attraction, there are navy pirates, businessmen and tourists coexisting on the gourmet island of Pucci, and even the giants of the underground world. World government officials are not uncommon. After all, people love food.
Therefore, for some shady guys, changing clothes was a very reliable method, so Vlad's bird appearance was not eye-catching.
"Well..."
In the face of the fat chef's question, Vlad was very confused and did not speak.
"What? Mr. Jack? Is it not delicious?"
The fat chef looked a little surprised, as if he was very unwilling to believe it.
This man named Jack had come out of this island two months ago. Although he did not admit it, he was undoubtedly a crazy dessert enthusiast. Moreover, he was very generous. In order to be able to taste delicious dessert, he did not care at all. Almost all the dessert masters on the island had been patronized by him.
Although he did not reject anyone, even the dessert that did not taste good would not be rejected. However, all the dessert masters who had received this man knew that this man was a rare dessert appraiser. Although he did not know how to cook, and although he had not received professional dessert appraisal training, just based on his almost instinctive taste, it was enough to think that these dessert masters had pointed out the right direction. It was enough to think that these dessert masters had decided who was the better.
Yes, Vlad had been on this island for two months, but he had already become a famous dessert appraiser. It could only be said that it was the will of the heavens.
The fat chef had already made an appointment with Vlad for two weeks. There was no other way. Recently, Vlad had been too busy. Many dessert masters on the island were looking for his help. They all hoped that under his suggestion, his cooking skills would rise to the next level. Due to excessive sugar intake, Vlad had grown close to fifty pounds in just two months. Fortunately, he was still in a high speed developmental period. His height had also increased by quite a bit, reaching two meters. There did not seem to be anything out of place.
Vlad was really busy, so he would not agree to anyone's invitation. Although it was the island of delicacies, the level of the dessert masters on the island was also uneven. Although they did not reject it, as a person, Vlad still instinctively yearned for better food.
This fatty's level could be counted on one hand on this island. Otherwise, Vlad would not have agreed to his invitation. Now, it was different from when he tasted the works of all the dessert masters before.
Now it was him who took the initiative.
"Eh..."
Vlad was a little hesitant, as if he did not know how to open his mouth.
"How should I put it? It's very delicious, there's no doubt about it!"
Vlad seemed to be very hesitant. It was very different from his usual style. It was obvious that he was very hesitant.
"Is it delicious?"
The fatty instantly had a happy expression on his face. Since Mr. Jack had said so, it meant that his new work was very successful.
"Then, Mr. Jack, is there anything else that you are not satisfied with?"
The fat chef said.
"Of course there are some who are not satisfied. There is no doubt about it."
Vlad's voice suddenly became serious, as if he had encountered a huge problem.
"Gulp"
A pin drop could be heard in the dining room, and the fat chef's gulping voice was extremely obvious.
"Then, what is it that you are not satisfied with?"
The fat chef was a little nervous. Large beads of sweat rolled down his head. This was a new cake that he had spent a lot of effort to develop. If it was a small flaw, it could be improved, but if there was really a big flaw, then the efforts of the past few months would be in vain.
"Yes, I am very dissatisfied,"
Vlad said, "What if I can't eat this kind of dessert in the future?"
"Uh..."
The fat chef was dazed for a moment, then he was overjoyed.
"Hahahahaha!"
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Jack. I can give you the recipe. You just need to find a chef to make it!"
The fat chef was unexpectedly generous.
"Really?"
Vlad was shocked. This was the work of this chef. Could he really give it to him so easily?
"Hahahaha, it doesn't matter, Mr. Jack. A man who loves dessert like you can undoubtedly be entrusted!"
Every pore on the fat chef's face seemed to be smiling.
"Who? Who do you say loves dessert?"
Vlad was furious. "I'm only here to do research, okay?"
"Good, good!"
The fat chef understood this man very well and did not get along well with Vlad. He just smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Jack. I believe this recipe of mine will play a role in your research."
The fat chef took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It must have been prepared for a long time. "Please accept it!"
"Well!"
"Alright!"
Vlad took the paper from the fat chef and carefully put it back into his pocket. The heavens had pity for him. Even when he had taken the blueprint of Hades, he had not been so careful.
"Alright, I'll be leaving then!"
Vlad stood up and was about to leave.
"Please take care, Mr. Jack!"
The fat chef stood respectfully at the back and whispered goodbye.
Vlad waved his hand and staggered towards the door. At this time, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.
"Oh? Someone familiar!" Vlad thought so.
The one who hit the head was a man with purple hair and a short beard. He wore a striped shirt and looked a little imposing.
However, this person was not what Vlad cared about. What he really cared about was the few guys behind the man. Behind the man was a woman, a very beautiful woman, and also a very sexy woman. She was wearing a black OL uniform and a pair of net socks wrapped around her slender legs. Her golden hair was scattered behind her back, and she had a pair of glasses on her eyes. She had a very intellectual temperament.
And behind them was a man, a man with a white pigeon on his shoulder, who was the most worthy person to pay attention to.
His name is Rob Lucci, the strongest man in Judiciary Island for 800 years, the actual leader of CP9