The God of Gabut

Greatest Chef

The owner of the Arena stood up with Radja's help. "Of course, I'll treat you. Please come to the top floor."

Radja and the thugs follow him with war shirts. Lisa and her Grandfather looked at each other and immediately joined the Arena Owner.

The person who originally mocked Radja now praised him for having such an admirable acquaintance.

Rico seemed annoyed that his phone was not answered, if his boss did not stop him, he would beat the Arena Owner.

"Bro, why don't you buy HP with nano technology?" ask the Arena Owner.

"To be honest electronic goods are very expensive, what if you buy me this poor one?"

Radja asked back, he did not have any money at all.

"Sure, I'll buy you a waterproof Ipin!"

"The pin?"

"Satellite phone that can reach me even at the end of the world?"

"Can I use it in the dungeon?" ask Radja with a flat face.

"Of course not, dungeons are very mysterious. The technology here cannot be brought into the dungeon, so many fighters ignore the government."

"Oh, the pantes of small cats and small bees can not go along. Then why don't they want to?"

"Hiswa is worth more than money, so they don't want to risk their lives for a bag of paper."

"Oh, so finishing a dungeon can earn money. How much can I earn when completing a dungeon in a middle-of-the-sea prison?"

"The Dungeon is S-class, it is very difficult to complete. Probably about 20 billion to complete."

Radja's eyes turned green and immediately looked at Rico. "Contact the government, I finish the dungeon! We can eat here for a whole year!" he shouted with great enthusiasm.

Rico looked for the phone in his pocket, as not finding it, he patted the Arena Owner's shoulder. "Give me your phone!"

The owner of the Arena smiled wryly and gave Ipin's phone to him.

Rico tries to take the prize, but the government rejects it because there is no clear evidence. Plus Radja's group hasn't been listed as Hunter.

"Woh, the concept is the same as the hunting comics themselves. Let's register!" yelled Radja while clenching her hands up.

Rico and the thugs followed him and shouted together, "Come on the list!"

Lisa and her grandfather were just as figures, they did not take out a word out of confusion.

Inside the restaurant, Radja ordered 20 servings. "Remember, there's very little fried rice here. Anyone who orders less than 15 will push up 10 thousand times!"

Rico and the thugs like crazy ate his fried rice. In contrast to Radja who casually spent his rice.

Lisa saw a spoon and fork on the table. "Hi, is there no point in that table, spoon, and fork?"

Radja raised her hand. "We poor people have no right to sit in expensive seats. Eating on the floor is our style!"

Rico and the thugs applauded. "Good, boss. Very touching words."

Not only did they eat on the floor, they used their hands to eat. Maybe this looks slovenly, but for Radja and the thugs it has been everyday behavior.

"Well, I understand you guys are eating on the floor, but why are grandfather and arena owner sitting down!" lisa shouted as she pointed at her Grandfather and the Arena Owner.

Grandpa Lisa looks so happy. "My grandson grew up in luxury, he never felt comfortable eating with his beloved family on the floor."

The Arena owner nodded his head. "Although I am also a second generation from a wealthy family, my father always taught me martial arts in the forest. Eating on the floor reminds me of eating snakes in the Amazon forest."

Radja excitedly took out a portable stove. "Let's make a really good drink."

Arena owners immediately goosebumps to hear Radja will make a drink. He felt like he had experienced this somewhere.

Woks and sudip are removed. Some of the toxic ingredients were put in a frying pan and used strange energies to combine them.

Dark purple drinks were created. Radja poured it into a clear glass.

"I have a bad feeling" said the Arena Owner looking at the glass that emitted a fragrant smell.

"Grandfather, this is an energy drink that can kill someone. I mean cure someone!" radja said with a sweet smile.

Rico took the glass. Radja's hand quickly hit her head. "Repeating first, I've heard the elites have to toast before drinking!"

Finally everyone toast, Rico and the goons instantly finished the drink. Followed by the Arena Owner who was forced to spend it.

Lisa and Lisa's grandfather could only drink half a glass. They are like worms exposed to salt.

"What the hell, lebay." Radja finished off the remaining drink.

They scream like crazy, Radja goes to visit the restaurant kitchen. "Hello, Uncle. Who makes our fried rice?" tanyakanya.

"I made it myself, Mr. Radja."

"Oh, teach me how to make it."

The restaurant chef did not mind, he showed his technique in making sea food fried rice. Radja easily mimicked it and perfected the spice.

"The salt is too excessive, the sauce made from tomatoes will make it too acidic. Use tomatoes from Indonesia to make it a little wry." Radja instead teaches world-class chefs with his knowledge.

The open-minded chef received all the input from the 15-year-old. "It would be very acidic to use that tomato" he replied.

"That's what good onions and oil are for. Also dip shrimp or other meat into the honey first. It'll make the meat not so charred."

"The honey does soften the meat, but can it affect the meat of sea fish and caviar eggs?"

"Not very influential, but honey can prevent salt and other spices from affecting its main ingredients."

Their discussion presented all the perfect cuisine. They both tried it with happy faces.

"It's delicious," both of them enjoyed the meal.

Unknowingly, Radja has created a god of fried rice.

Radja returned to the room. He saw that everyone was still like a worm, only Rico and the thugs were sitting quietly.

"They're overreacting. Though the drink is very good," said Radja while sleeping on the table because the floor is full of vomit water.

After a while, it finally calmed down. The smelly floor made Lisa and Grandpa Lisa run to the toilet and clean themselves.

The owner of the Arena became younger and looked extremely charming. Sitting on a chair near Radja's sleeping table, Rico and the thugs were already meditating in his chair.

"Ah, you're awake. Bro, is there a nice brawl?" tanya Radja is looking for entertainment.

"There's a fight between clans next week. I invite you to represent the Hao clan." The Arena owner made an offer.

"Who is the Hao clan?"

"Maybe it's too late to introduce yourself. I am the second generation of the Hao family, Jung Hao."

"Hi, your name is inconsistent. Isn't Hao a Chinese name and Jung a Korean name?"

"Hehe, my mother is from Korea while my father is from china."

"Oh, your panties are so handsome. All right, I'll take a look around. Let Rico take care of the weak."

"Ready, Boss. I'll beat up whoever the enemy is."

Lisa and her grandfather return to the room, Radja and her friends are home. Jung Hao returned to his study, while Radja contacted his colorful helicopter.

A week passed quickly, Radja and the thugs followed Jung Hao to the scene of the clan battle.

"Woh, what a big place. Are there many strong fighters here?" ask Radja excitedly.

"Yes, this is the biggest fight in the continent!" answer Jung Hao.

"Oh. I haven't seen a strong man yet." Radja looked right and left.

Some of the people who heard him directly directed a killing gaze. The desensitized Radja with murderous intent only walks without guilt.