If there was one item in Super Mario World that was the most memorable, then Chen Ze felt that it should be this mushroom.
In one bite, Mario turned from a little man into a big man, and he could even break bricks. If it was in the world of the carriage, the mushroom had the effect of acceleration. In short, there were many wonderful uses.
And it basically satisfied every man's fantasy. Super Mario had also become a big IP with its playability, and now there were many derivative games.
However, this was always the content of the game. If it was put into reality, it may be completely different.
Chen Ze deeply suspected that the reason why Mario could grow bigger after eating the mushroom was completely related to his own physique. Wasn't there a saying that went like this?
People's physiques couldn't be lumped together. Although the latter part became bragging, the first part was quite reasonable. At the very least, Chen Ze felt that it was so.
An athlete who often exercises and a nerd who drinks fat and drinks at home, the physical fitness is definitely different.
"I'll return it to the guest when he comes next time." Chen Ze did not have the habit of casually using other people's items, so he put away the red mushroom and planned to give it to Mario the next time he came.
Chen Ze looked at his mobile phone. It was already noon. It seemed that it was almost time for lunch.
Chen Ze went to the second floor. He planned to ask Lavra what she wanted to eat, but just as he went up, Chen Ze saw Lavra lying on the bed, sleeping quietly.
Because there were no other guests now, the sun outside the window shone through the glass and shone on Lavra's side face, looking extraordinarily sacred and beautiful.
Chen Ze scratched his head. He was a little confused. Should he ask? Or not ask?
Then Chen Ze suddenly realized that Lavra was not afraid of the sun. It was probably related to her own strength. After all, she was the ancestor of vampires.
"Let her sleep." Chen Ze slowly walked down. Judging others by his own standards, Chen Ze felt that when he was sleeping soundly, it would be very annoying if he was woken up by others.
Back in the kitchen, Chen Ze twisted his neck. He still needed to eat his fill for lunch, so Chen Ze planned to make a basket of Goubuli buns. With soy milk, it would be a delicious lunch.
As Chen Ze kneaded the dough, he thought about what he had learned about sauces this morning. The sauces he knew now were all inclined towards Japanese cuisine, but he still didn't know how to make bean paste. As for sweet and spicy sauces, it was needless to say.
"But speaking of which, eating some food now is like eating a periodic table of elements." Chen Ze yawned, put the prepared noodles aside, and began to make the meat filling for the Goubuli buns.
Chen Ze always felt that the longer he was a chef, the less he liked to eat fast food and snacks. Some snacks and fast food had a lot of additives. Although it tasted good, it was not good for the body in the long run.
After a while, Chen Ze put the Goubuli buns in the steamer. Now he just needed to wait patiently. Chen Ze planned to take advantage of this time to make some soy milk to drink.
Soy milk could be regarded as the most traditional and most popular drink in Hua Xia. There were many people who drank it for breakfast. Among them, soy milk and fried dough sticks were regarded as the best partner by many people.
Unlike fried dough sticks, which were often involved in food safety controversies, most people's impression of soy milk was a healthy drink.
Chen Ze also liked to drink soy milk. When he woke up late at work, he bought a few buns and a cup of soy milk on the way to fill his stomach.
So when Chen Ze bought ingredients before, he also stored some soybeans.
But just as Chen Ze was about to start making soy milk, the door was pushed open and the sound of Feng Ling came in.
"Welcome to the Dream Restaurant ~ Lord Sebastian, what would you like to eat?" Betty immediately greeted the three dragons in front of her with a smile.
"Betty, I'm still the same." Jussel looked very tired and kept yawning. This was not normal. Megalosaurus were generally a race full of energy.
"I … Twenty barbecue, barbecue, and ten cups of Remai …" Sebastian was also a little tired. After he came in, he directly sat down at the nearest seat with a look of despair.
"I want ice sea chestnut rice, a Goubuli bun, and Wensi tofu." Dragan was much better. He looked at Betty with a smile and then helplessly helped Jussel who was about to fall.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Chen Ze clapped his hands and walked out. He had just put the soybeans into the soy milk machine and added a little white sugar.
"Don't say it, manager. I feel like my whole dragon body is about to collapse." Sebastian took the Remai from Chen Ze and took a big gulp before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Actually, it's not a big problem. We dragons gather once every thousand years and have a game competition." Jussel smiled and thanked Betty, then picked up the cola and took a sip.
"And this year, Dragan's father is in charge of deciding the game competition." Sebastian glanced at Dragan with a face full of indignation.
Dragan smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect this to happen.
"My father decided that this year's competition is to fly ten thousand laps around Norbeda …" Dragan trembled a little when he thought of this.
"And we're not allowed to use magic! They want us to use our physical strength to fly! "Sebastian slammed the table angrily. Who knew how much torture his wings had suffered?
"And we have to fly all at once, without stopping in the middle." Jussel rubbed his shoulders. He felt that flying this time was even more uncomfortable than making a baby dragon with his wife.
"… How many meters is one lap?" Chen Ze asked curiously.
"Norbeda is not big. One lap is only 40076 kilometers," Dragan answered. He was very relaxed.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched. Not big? Do you have any misunderstanding about how big it is?
Chen Ze still remembered that when he participated in the school sports competition in the third year of junior high, he signed up for a three-kilometer race.
"Then wait a minute, I'll make it for you as soon as possible … By the way, Betty, give Sebastian and the others twenty portions of mango mousse." Chen Ze clapped his hands. He didn't care about the special mango mousse anymore. Stan ate it, and there were no side effects. It was pretty good.
"Okay ~" Betty happily followed Chen Ze into the kitchen.
"Dragan, a lot of people are very dissatisfied with your father this time." Sebastian looked at Dragan with a smirk.
"So what? Can they beat my father? "Dragan didn't care at all.
In the dragon race, the fist was the law, and his father's fist was very big.
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