The Demon's Menu-Chapter 642: Warrior Pot

Chapter 642 -54 Warrior Pot

The sound gradually faded away.

Jason didn’t pay much more attention to Bolun’s second son and the girl named Emily.

To him, these two youngsters were just an interlude during this “lunch”.

The real focus was: lunch!

Soon, Tony pushed out a trolley.

It was the metal trolley used specifically in the kitchen, with two tiers, completely covered by a white tablecloth.

The moment the trolley appeared, Jason’s gaze locked tightly onto it.

Squeak, squeak.

With a smile on his face, Tony pushed the trolley toward them.

The sturdy metal trolley made a teeth-grinding, overloaded noise.

Hearing such a sound, Tel from Delbon was also attracted.

That heavy?

What could it be?

A roast whole lamb?

No, no!

The roast lamb wouldn’t be that heavy!

Neither would a roast suckling pig!

A roast beef?

But the trolley was too small.

This member of the “Clock Tower” stationed at the “Ground Reconnaissance Bureau” stared at the trolley, guessing over and over in his mind.

Even when Tony had come up to him, Tel couldn’t help but sit up straight.

He wanted to see firsthand what was under the tablecloth for lunch.

And Tony didn’t waste any time, he reached out and pulled the tablecloth.

Whoosh!

With a crisp sound, Tony skillfully rolled the tablecloth onto his right arm, then the chef bowed slightly, smiled at Jason, and with a gesture of his left hand, said, “Lord Jason, your lunch.”

A huge pot that could be called a bathtub appeared on the first tier of the trolley.

Neatly arranged inside were pork belly, chicken meatballs, fried tofu, red shrimp, mushrooms, and potatoes.

The pork belly was the size of a palm, in thin slices.

The chicken meatballs were as big as fists.

The fried tofu was cut diagonally to form triangles.

The red shrimp were whole, de-veined and shells and legs removed.

The mushrooms were cut crosswise, each facing upwards.

The potatoes were chopped, seemingly random but in fact orderly.

More importantly, the clear soup was still roiling in the pot, with rich beef aroma spreading through it.

"This, this is a ‘Platinum’ warrior pot?”

Tel stared at the food in the big iron pot with some uncertainty.

"Yes, this is a new ‘Platinum’ warrior pot that I’ve improved based on the recipes of the ‘Bolun’s relentless’ warriors. While retaining the basics, it has a more reasonable nutritional composition. Not only can it provide for those warriors who train all day with the necessary nutrients their bodies need, but it also makes their appetite better and allows them to consume more food,” Tony nodded.

Such an answer made Tel gasp in surprise.

The ‘Platinum’ warrior pot was well known to Tel, a formal member of the ‘Clock Tower’.

It was the food eaten by the ‘Bolun’s relentless’ warriors after a rare victory at a celebration, mainly consisting of meat.

Of course, that wasn’t why Tel was surprised.

What truly amazed him was the portion size of the ‘Platinum’ warrior pot!

The so-called ‘Platinum’ comes from the homophonous ‘hundred jin’ (a jin is a unit of weight equaling approximately half a kilogram)!

As you could guess, this ‘Platinum’ warrior pot was a ‘hundred jin’ warrior pot.

One pot equaled a hundred jin of food!

Even though Jason could eat a lot, one hundred jin of meaty food would still be too much for one person, even the ‘Bolun’s relentless’ warriors might not be able to finish it on their own.

In fact, as far as Tel knew, the ‘hundred jin’ warrior pot was originally a dish shared among many people.

Bringing it up now… seemed a bit wasteful, didn’t it?

Tel looked at Tony with puzzlement.

"You have to trust my instincts as a qualified chef!”

As he spoke, Tony bent down to move the charcoal stove from the lower tier of the trolley up to the table, followed by the hundred jin heavy iron pot.

Neither the high temperatures of the charcoal stove nor the weight of the big iron pot made Tony’s hands tremble at all.

Flame? High temperature?

What kind of chef would be scared of these?

As for weight?

How can one handle real high-end ingredients without strong arms?

These are basic skills for a chef.

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Considering himself a qualified chef, Tony naturally had solid basics.

"Lord Jason, please enjoy.”

A ceramic bowl and utensils suitable for eating the ‘hundred jin’ warrior pot were placed in front of Jason.

Jason, who couldn’t wait any longer, picked up the utensils and started immediately.

He began with a spoonful of soup.

The delicious taste layered with the flavors of the ingredients in the pot laid the foundation on Jason’s taste buds, first with the taste of mushrooms, followed by pork belly, chicken, and shrimp flavors coming in succession, while the tastes of fried tofu and potatoes were not last.

The last taste was that of beef.

It was the purest taste mingling in the broth.

The thick aroma of beef was the first thing he smelled.

The last thing he tasted was the flavor he had first smelled.

"A beginning and an end, huh?”

Jason murmured to himself.

Hearing these words, Tony’s smile immediately deepened.

A good diner always delights a chef.

Because he understands you.

Putting down the soup spoon, Jason picked up a large slice of pork belly.

The slice of meat was large but not thick, even being extremely thin; on one side of the slice, it was almost translucent.

The transparency made it look quite crystal clear.

Jason’s chopsticks twirled twice, and the large slice of pork belly instantly wrapped around them, also soaked in the soup.

With a bite, the entire slice of meat disappeared from the chopsticks.

The fatty and lean layers of the pork belly offered a clear and distinct texture.