Maha was stunned, watching what he made. He learned secretly in the order of cooking in Damu, so why did he come up with such a thing?

Damu sneered: "Waste food, the head in the army will be cut down and buried in the sand."

Mom Ma Qi smelled it and pinched her nose with her hands. The smell was not right. She quickly picked up the plate and poured it into the trash can under the table: "Forget it, Maha, apologize, and study hard with Teacher Damu and insist on not making mistakes for three days..."

The stubborn Maha grabbed his mother's hand with his hands, took the plate and placed it on the table. He watched the black-carbon food stuffed into his mouth bit by bit, and vomited several times during this period.

But in the end, the plate was eaten up and even the plate was licked clean in front of Damu.

Maha showed off the plate with a temper.

Damu was conscious and thought for a moment and smiled, pointing to the kitchen location: "Boy, don't say I didn't give you a chance, come in with me."

"What are you doing?" Maha shouted angrily.

"Don't you want to learn cooking? Kowtow and become a disciple!" Damu stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Maha was at a loss, and his mother Maqi patted Maha's head: "Hurry up, why don't you go in and get a disciple."

At the end, the cabinet that Damu never opens, unlocks with a key, and inside it is a stack of seven helmets.

Maha, who thought it was some kind of treasure, looked at the seven helmets and was puzzled.

Damu knelt down and pointed at Maha, too.

Maha looked at a cabinet of helmets and asked, "What is this?"

"Do you know why I can't stand you? Because you're wasting, but do you know why I want to accept you as my disciple today?" Damu asked back.

"Because I didn't waste it, I finished eating the bad ones?" Maha was impatient but not stupid.

"Just how you just ate, you reminded me of the past. I only told you this, do you know? Why do I look down on waste? When I was still in the army, there was no food at all in Huangxing. When I was anxious, we ate the enemy, and even the dead ourselves..." Damu said this but stopped.

Maha was stunned and Damu smiled: "It won't feel disgusting when it makes delicious food, so it tests the chef's level. It can't be wasted at all. At that time, we really couldn't survive. The team was only seven of us left, so we thought about running away. At that time, we just retreated to our country's aviation dock. At that time, there was a spherical boat at the dock, and we went there stupidly. We pried open the hatch door with tools, and the two of us pushed out a certain speed, then pulled it into the spaceship hand in hand, and closed the hatch door."

Maha asked, "What are you talking about this?"

"We don't understand, so we made a big mistake. Do you know why the spherical ship took off at night? Because the spherical ship cannot fly by itself at all. It can only push from one planet to another with gravity within the shortest distance. There is only a fixed trip every day, and we took off at that time at that time. Gravity threw us out of the planet and we crossed a larger amplitude. We walked for sixty-three days when we could reach a distance between a planet in half a day! Fortunately, we were finally pulled to the Red Star by the pulling ship, otherwise I really didn't know what would happen. When the spherical ship opened, only me was left. There were seven helmets in front of you. The people at the dock were shocked. I waved my knife and ran out with six helmets." Damu said, looking at the helmet.

Six partners plus their helmets, seven are all here now.

"Why is it me? Why is it that I became popular? It's because I can only cook. They can't eat anything, and I don't feel disgusting when they have it. So I always think cooking is sinful, but today I will teach you alone in front of my brother." When Damu said this, he lowered his head and slapped the ground with four hands heavily.

This is an action that represents a request for forgiveness. Maha vaguely understood what Damu said before.

There are some things that cannot be said more, Maha lowered his head and slapped the ground with four hands.

Damu looked at Maha's movements and laughed: "Okay, I will hand over everything I can to you in the future."

Damu stood up with Maha, and Maha spoke as if he understood something: "Master, I promise not to waste it again from today!"

Damu locked the cabinet with his own secret: "Starting tomorrow, you don't have to waste anything. You don't have to do anything. Just stand by and watch me make it. Remember my movements, no matter what dish is ordered outside, I will tell you the process of each dish. When you can tell a dish word by word, start to do it. But in front of it, if it is not delicious, you can eat it yourself."

"No, I'll do the chores for me!" Maha shouted.

Damu smiled and stood up and left.

Leaving Maha stood there in a daze, looking at the closed cabinet and savoring everything that had just happened.

Is Damu delicious to cook? It tastes delicious! Why is it delicious? It is to swallow things that cannot be swallowed.

This is the original intention of Oki to learn cooking, and it is also something that a chef must do as a battlefield.

And I have to follow Damu to learn this ability of the other party.
Chapter completed!