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054 The tauren misses Mr. Donne

When it comes to manipulating dreams, Donne is still very confident.

What is "a walker walking in a dream", tactical backwards.

As for his ability, when he was hunting the Storm God, he had a briefing on the Holy See Cardinal Meyer because he wanted to be a teammate who took care of each other's back.

Pope Mohani probably learned a little about this from Meyer.

This time, Eaton came to report the information from the north to Dorn, and he also wanted to invite God to come out.

"So, my participation in the matter in the north, right?" Dorn nodded understandingly.

"If God can take action, it will be better." The Pope replied respectfully.

"I see."

Dorn said this, and thought of the small note I received from [Plague], which clearly stated this sentence—

[Wait until the time is right, wait for an opportunity to move.]

Now it may be what Miss Plague said, the time is ripe.

...

Sea of ​​storm.

The Island of Dawn named after Dorn.

This is the home where the Tartars live in the real world after leaving the [Minaultus Maze].

Led by the Taurus Chief Kane and Shaman Tamara, after a year of operation, the place has become quite decent, and the scale is even larger than it was in the ruins.

Moreover, getting rid of the limitations of relics resources and development area, the scale of the Minotaus tribe ushered in a wave of gratifying growth, with more than 30 newborns.

Because it is the boundary of the storm sea, Shuguang Island has relatively less changing weather and is more suitable for survival.

The tropical vegetation on the island grows well.

Deep in the dense rainforest, there are large-scale Tauren tribes, with tents, wooden long houses, colorful totem poles, and the ancestral light feather net.

You can see taurens of all ages living here.

In the southeast corner of the tribe, a long colored board room near the monster breeding area belongs to the old chef Lulubo of the tribe.

There is a big pot on the open space of the long house.

The current Taurus tribe has a daily dietary habit of eating big pots. Grandma Lulubo brought a few small followers to prepare the diet of the entire tribe, and then everyone came to collect it themselves.

The sun is in the sky, and it is time for dinner.

Grandma Lulubo was stewing the fire-feather duck meat, and the duck soup was added with a little wild fruit and wild vegetables from the rainforest. The stewed meat aroma mixed with the vegetable aroma filled the entire camp.

It is worth mentioning that Chief Kane's grandson, Bain, was also in the cooking team at this time.

The little guy was holding a long wooden spoon to stir the ingredients in the pot evenly. From time to time, he would urge the bull's nose to smell the fragrance in the pot, and distinguish the best time for the pot of the hot feather duck soup.

There were already many taurens surrounded by the boiling pot, holding wooden basins and bowls, looking forward to the duck soup.

Occasionally, someone would quip: "Bain, your duck soup is getting better and better, this pot smells so good. Do you really have to be a chef in the future?"

"Hmph~" Bain shook his bull's head a little proudly after hearing these words, "Of course it will burn better and better. Grandma Lulubo and I were advised by Brother Dorn! And, what's wrong with being a cook? Isn't Brother Dorn the cook!"

This is all about his eldest brother Donne.

Although Dorn has not appeared in the Minotaus clan's vision for a year, his presence in the camp is not low at all.

During the two meals a day, people have to mention them more than a hundred times on average.

Nearly fifty times, all contributed by the Mavericks Bain.

It is no exaggeration to say that this Little Maverick is a loyal fan of Dorn.

Moreover, the appearance of Dorn really left some indelible influence on the Taurus tribe.

When they were in the ruins before, the tribal culture of the Niutou people worshiped strong bodies and strength extremely, and advocated force.

As for now, the martial spirit has not changed.

But at the same time, the Niutou people have another ethnic hobby - cooking and cooking.

It is estimated that if this "dry rice style" and "dry rice enthusiasm" develop in the long run, it may also evolve into an important part of tribal culture.

The duck soup in the big pot was boiled for a while. When the meat aroma reached its peak, Grandma Lulubo called on her assistants to get the pot.

The tauren who had been waiting for a long time surrounded the bowl with a whistle.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, everyone has a share! Hey! Seti, don't think I didn't see it! One bowl is one by one, and many people have not come to eat. Put the bowl you hid back for me!"

"What? Isn't it worth a bowl of extra for my life and death with Mr. Dorn?"

"You've used this excuse many times!"

After a brief chaos, the duck soup in the big pot was divided halfway.

The people of the bullheads were holding duck soup and ate it sweetly with golden baked rice cakes.

By the way, the raw rice cake, the rice cake, is one of the crop seeds left by Dorn after assisting the people of Niutou to move.

Under the leadership of Chiz, the old human adventurer, the cultivation of some crops has begun to show results.

In this way, the living standards of the people of Niuta, especially their diet, have been significantly improved.

When the group of idle taurens were almost ready to eat, another group of people gathered around the big pot, returned from hunting and joined the dinner party.

Among the second batch of diners, there is the half-taured man Benisha who looks like a monster girl.

Benisha received a lunch today, so she went in and sat down with a small wooden stake. While eating, she listened to the gossips around her—

"The dishes made by Grandma Lulubo and Bain are getting better and better, but...shh, I still miss the bite that Mr. Dorn himself made."

"I miss it too. But there is no way, how could anyone else compare with Mr. Dorn? That's Mr. Dorn."

Listening to the conversations of the people around him, Benisha didn't say anything, but just silently took a bite of the rice cake.

Crack Crack Crack.

The rice cakes that were roasted until crispy are in one bite, which is very grainy. At this time, take a sip of hot and delicious duck soup and soak the rice in your mouth. This taste is so beautiful.

Of course, compared to the dishes that Donne made, the combination of duck soup and rice cakes is indeed a bit inadequate.

But people are content.
Chapter completed!
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