"I have no objections," the Wandering Sorcerer said, "This thing is of no use to , but do you really want to do this? Even if it reverts to its original form, it still poses considerable danger." Continue your adventure with empire
Old Wang nodded.
So, the Female Sorceress said no more, figuring that as long as she was here, she could intervene if anything happened.
Then, she saw Old Wang bend down and pick up the Red Little Devil from the ground.
Just as he reached out, the puddle of red paint on the ground suddenly began to move, and then nurous tiny tentacles stretched out, wrapping around Old Wang's palm.
Ma Lu's gaze sharpened, "Ah, has it co back to life?"
"No, it's just an instinctive reaction," the Wandering Sorcerer explained. "Even in its original state, it still retains the desire to feed. Once it senses a nearby life form, it will wrap around it. If you harbor any negative emotions at that mont, it will take advantage of you."
At this, the Female Sorceress beca sowhat nervous, fearing the Red Little Devil might regain consciousness. She pulled a bag of dried sweet potatoes from beneath her sorcerer's robe and began eating as she watched.
Old Wang's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the devil, rinsed it briefly, and placed it on the chopping board, then said to Ma Lu, "lend the Chef's Knife."
The Wandering Sorcerer let out a light gasp, noticing that the tentacles wrapping around Old Wang retracted quickly, indicating it had abandoned the idea of feeding. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Why is that?"
Ma Lu had already guessed the reason, and realized, "Probably because Old Wang is a chanical life form, devoid of emotions."
Demon-class ingredients had such properties, no wonder even other Cosmic Chefs couldn't handle them. After all, even the most steadfast of minds would struggle not to react emotionally when a puddle of paint from Hell clung to their hand.
Only silicon-based beings like Old Wang could maintain absolute calm from beginning to end, making even the demons from Hell lose interest in him.
In contrast, when Ma Lu stepped forward to pass him the knife, the puddle of color beca restless again, though Ma Lu quickly stepped back.
anwhile, Old Wang's process continued. He took out several small bottles he carried with him, poured their contents into a bowl, and began grinding them. He ground them very finely, until the mixture turned into a powder too fine for the naked eye to see, and only then did he stop.
Mr. Furball and the Valkyrie People, curious, gathered around to watch Old Wang's actions; this was their first ti watching a Cosmic Chef preprocess ingredients.
Being watched by so many did not affect Old Wang's efficiency. He sprinkled the ground powder over the puddle of red paint, then began to pat it repeatedly with his palm.
He patted at a rapid pace, dozens of tis per second, with a consistently even force—an level of precise control unachievable by human chefs.
"Is this... marinating?" Yan Wu sniffed the air, however, to his surprise, he didn't detect any aroma of spices.
The scent in the air was more like that of so sort of shell and bone.
After beating for a quarter of an hour, Old Wang finally stopped his movents, then used a pair of chopsticks to lift the substance on the chopping board.
He examined it closely under the light.
It was then that Ma Lu noticed that what seed like a ssy puddle of paint actually had a thickness, albeit very thin, probably less than 1 milliter.
After Old Wang's recent processing, it seed to have undergone so changes, turning from the original bright red to varying shades of dark and light red.
Old Wang's eyes functioned like a 3D scanner, capturing every change in the internal colors of the Red Little Devil.
However, he beca unusually cautious this ti, scanning it eight tis, three tis on the front and back, and twice on each side. Only then did he put the Red Little Devil back down.
Then, taking the Chef's Knife at his side, he began to cut it.
Perhaps because he had already done thorough preparation, by this step his actions had picked up speed; the knife light was continuously flashing, and the tip of the knife was flying up and down.
Below, the Red Little Devil was divided into hundreds of tiny slices.
Old Wang also prepared a plate, picking so slices to place on that small dish, while the rest were thrown directly into the trash bag.
Clearly, the latter were of no use.
In the end, out of an entire Red Little Devil, Old Wang cut out less than 5 slices, each less than 0.5 milliters and not even as big as a pinky nail.
What was magical was that those pieces of at were actually transparent, containing not a trace of red.
It was only then that the hardware store owner realized what Old Wang had been doing in the previous step.
He had used that powder to separate the poisonous from the non-poisonous parts of the Red Little Devil, leaving behind the edible parts.
Seeing Old Wang's intentions, the astonishnt in Yan Wu's eyes did not decrease but increased instead.
Only soone who had watched the entire process would understand how difficult it is to achieve what was casually ntioned.
Because the body of the Red Little Devil itself was extrely thin, less than 1mm, making it even more difficult to slice further.
What's more fatal was that its body was not static but was slowly flowing, which ant that Old Wang not only had to find the edible parts among the poisonous ones, but also had to slice them off as they moved.
The hardware store owner couldn't help but marvel, is this really sothing humans can do?
After Old Wang finished the preprocessing, he said, "This at is best eaten while fresh for the best flavor."
Upon hearing this, those around him just stared at each other in disbelief.
Damn, what if I really want to try it?
Ma Lu looked at the transparent slices of at on the plate, his heart pounding; even he who was usually cautious felt a surge of desire to taste it after watching Old Wang's processing, not to ntion others.
The Female Sorceress, who had been muttering just before about how centuries of experience from the Wandering Sorcerer tribe proved Hell Creatures were absolutely inedible, couldn't help but swallow her saliva wildly.
Yan Wu wasn't faring any better; from his facial expression, it was obvious that he was completely conquered by Old Wang.
Even if Old Wang were to dig through the trash now and casually cook sothing up, he probably would still want to taste it.
Only Chen Zhengyi managed to keep his composure relatively well, maintaining a poker face; however, his wildly twitching ears had already betrayed him.
However, everyone was now unsure whether this dish was really non-poisonous.
After all, it concerned their lives.
Seeing no one answering, Old Wang then minded his own business, adding spring onions, pickled radish and lemon for seasoning, and even prepared wasabi soy sauce and mustard as dips.
Thus, the dish with a gourt index of five stars out of six, "Red Little Devil Sashimi," was completely ready.
After a brief silence, a furry figure was the first to charge towards the plate.
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