The oil pan in the kitchen was burning, and she knelt down in the mess on the floor, digging her knuckles into the moldy wooden boards - this was her three hundred and sixty-fifth day as a maid in the Aurora Pirate World.
"You bitch!
The seafood porridge you cook will be so fishy that it can smoke out sea kings! "The muffled crack of the whip on the back mixed with the smell of alcohol, Ren Blackthorn's one eye was glowing scarlet, the military boots ran over the pottery bowl she had been holding for half a quarter of an hour, and the hot porridge stained with broken shells flowed down her collarbone and into her collar, "If you dare to cook my breakfast tomorrow, I will throw you into the windless zone to feed the sea beasts! "
Hina bit her lip and didn't cry.
She had long been used to it - ever since she traveled to this hellish place, her sense of taste had been covered with a rag, and she couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar.
But when she trembled to pick up the last half of the burnt bread, a line of golden words suddenly popped up in front of her eyes:
[Ding!
The awakening of the host's food talent is detected - the current reputation value is 0/1000, and the novice recipe "Golden Seafood Porridge" is unlocked.
Purification progress of spoiled food: 1%...]
The iron pot suddenly felt hot in her palm.
That night, Ren Blackthorn kicked open the kitchen door to cause trouble for her, but was pinned to the spot by a pot of boiling aroma.
The milky white porridge was wrapped in freshly purified lobsters and scallops, and sprinkled with mint leaves she secretly picked. In the steaming heat, he saw the maid who always huddled in the corner raised her head, her eyes red but her back straight: "This
