After we boarded the Golden Melis, Sanji kept hiding away from a distance and staring at me with a fierce look, gritting his teeth. I looked at Sanji with expressionless expressions, with contempt and contempt for him in his eyes, which always made him very crazy.

As night fell, dinner time came, everyone walked to the plywood and prepared to enjoy an open-air dinner. There was a long square dining table on the deck, covered with white ** side tablecloths. The dining table had plates and knife and forks neatly arranged. Two rows of Western-style seats were placed on both sides of the table, which looked very unique. At this time, Nami walked over with a few silver candlesticks and some long white candles in her hand, carefully lit candles on the dining table to prepare for this special candlelight dinner tonight. Nami's bright hair fluttered slowly under the sea breeze, and her hair mischievously covered her eyes. Then she gently lifted her hair with her right hand to the back of her ears, and the candlelight appeared on her cheeks, which looked particularly charming.

I was fascinated by watching the beautiful Nami light candles, but suddenly someone patted her from behind.

"Boss, why are you still stunned? Take your seat now!" Noqi smiled at me.

I came to my senses and found that the straw hats had already happily taken their seats to start their meals. I laughed softly, walked over slowly, and found an empty seat in the place marked by the male seats.

At this time, Sanji, the chef of the Straw Hat Pirates, served us dinner for everyone...

I sat on the dining chair and looked at my dinner. There was only the small plate of bread on the table in front of me, and it was the kind of bread that had begun to become a little moldy. My head turned to Sanji, and I asked Sanji in an unspeakable tone, "Come on the eyebrows, did you get me the wrong dinner?"

After hearing what I said, Sanji raised his eyebrows and replied casually: "No! Everyone is the same!"

I looked at the beauties in confusion, and Nami and other groups were enjoying their rich and exquisite dinner gracefully. I thought about it and felt a little strange. However, those who have read the original comics and animations know that Sanji likes to treat men and women differently, so I glanced at the boys next to me and Luffy were waiting for the sumptuous lunch in front of them. Although their dinner was not as exquisite as the beauties, compared with my dinner, it was just a world!

I turned to look at Sanji and said to him calmly: "Hmm? Curled eyebrows, are you hating me?"

After I finished speaking, seeing Sanji gritting his teeth at me, he almost turned over the table and picked up the chair and hit me. Sanji's performance gave the question I asked a positive answer.

I stood up silently, grabbed Sanji's neck suddenly, dragged Sanji towards the wooden door of the cabin like a chicken, smiled twistedly, and said softly in a strange and loud voice: "Sanji, come with me, let's go in and talk about life together..."

I frowned Sanji into the cabin, closed the door with a "bang", and then I threw Sanji to the ground with one hand. Sanji was completely confused by me, like a turtle lying on the ground. I aimed at Sanji's butt and stomped and kicked. As I broke Sanji's butt, I whispered in a low voice: "Hate me? This is not enough! Then you will hate me very much from now on! You idiot! Do you think all the beauties in the world are yours? Look, you bastard, dare to treat differently! Look, do I shave your curly eyebrows..."

When I kicked Sanji's butt to the size of a watermelon, I stopped. Sanji slapped for a moment, and struggled to try to get up, but the swollen butt finally made him lie back on the ground, maintaining his original turtle appearance.

After Sanji was beaten by me, he turned around and stared at me hatefully, cursing stubbornly: "You are so damn..." Before he finished speaking, I stepped on his swollen butt with another kick, turning Sanji's swear words into painful whispers: "Ah...hum..."

As night fell, the sun had already shrunk his entire head below the horizon, and the sky took the opportunity to quietly open a starry sky...

I pulled up a chair and sat down next to Sanji, crossing my legs leisurely. I looked at Sanji who was lying on the ground and made a "tsk tsk" sound from time to time. This seemed to be mocking Sanji's incompetence, and also to sigh at Sanji's weakness. Sanji glared at me with resentment, and his face was clearly filled with indomitableness and resentment.

I smiled disdainfully at the stubborn Sanji, and then I took out a cigar from the demon space, put it in my mouth and lit it. I took a deep breath of cigarette, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, smelling the faint smell of smoke, and looked up at the stars above my head.

I said to Sanji: "Actually, I won't eat the dinner you gave me, do you know? Devils usually don't eat..." This made Sanji suddenly raise his head, look at me with bloody eyes, and spit out his mouth like a hungry wolf: "Haa...Haa..."

I saw Sanji about to go crazy, laughed evilly and continued, "I heard that you have a good relationship with Red Foot Jeop?" I ignored whether Sanji answered my question, and continued, "It's really pitiful Red Foot Jeop. I lost the Red Foot that he relied on to become famous because of saving you such a useless person. What a pity. I originally thought that I would take care of Luffy's friends by the way to take care of Luffy's friends. I could also help one of his partner's benefactors to get back a healthy Red Foot, but one of Luffy's partners is too ignorant and dare to treat me like this..."

After hearing this, Sanji was shocked and instinctively didn't believe that I had such ability. But when he remembered the story of Nami's dead Aunt Belmer who learned today, he looked at me with a begging look on his face.

I looked at Sanji jokingly and continued in a pity tone: "Oh, who said I am a demon? God gave the demon great powers, but it also gave him a stingy temperament. Who told a child with a curly eyebrows to treat him like this? Alas..."

Sanji looked anxious, and a touch of sweat on his head, struggling to try to stand up. Sanji's legs couldn't use any strength and fell to the ground. Sanji had no choice but to support the ground with both hands, bowed to me with his upper torso, and begged to me loudly: "Please, please take his red feet back for Zhepu! It doesn't matter how you treat me!"

I looked at Sanji lying on the ground with a playful look and said mysteriously: "It really doesn't matter how I treat you?"

Sanji looked at me seriously and nodded solemnly.
Chapter completed!