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After getting settled in the room, Tang An locked the door and went to the lobby on the first floor, where many people were eating at the moment.

Elegant music is also playing, and many successful people in decent clothes eat steak with their female companions and shake red wine very comfortably.

Even some pirates are extremely elegant in this atmosphere, but it is not known whether they are pretending or not.

So the atmosphere is like that.

At the same time, many waiters were busy in the restaurant.

Business is better than expected.

"What does this guest need?"

As soon as I went down the stairs, there was a waiter with a smile. If only there was no scar on his face, and it was not a fierce and fierce man, but a sexy and enchanting beauty.

"Serve some of your signature dishes here."

Under the guidance of the waiter, Tang An sat on a window seat, and he could see the sea outside just by turning his head.

"Need red wine? We have one to ten vintages here."

"For five years."

"Please wait."

As the waiter left, Tang An looked at the entire hall, which was unusually wide.

There are those who talk about love, some who whisper, and some who eat and drink!

Many pirates dare not cause trouble, and leave after eating and paying.

About ten minutes later, an eight or nine-year-old boy came to Tang An with a plate of food.

That blond hair and curly eyebrows couldn't be more definitive.

Vinsmoke Sanji.

"Guests please use it, we can't waste any food here."

Although he is only eight or nine years old, Sanji already has the spirit of chivalry and chef.

Pointing to the warning on the wall, it was impressively written that food should not be wasted.

He and Zhepu have survived on an isolated island, and cherish food very much.

"Your name is Sanji?"

Tang An resisted drawing his gun, but did not call out Sanji's full name.

He couldn't kill him yet, at least not until he was ready to retreat.

"Yes."

Sanji nodded solemnly with a serious face.

"Please teach me more in the future."

Tang An showed a gentle smile.

Sanji didn't understand what Tang An meant, so he had doubts on his face.

"I'm traveling in the East China Sea. I heard that the food in the sea restaurant Bharati is very delicious, so I plan to stay for a month."

Tang An looked at the steak-like food on the dinner plate, picked up the knife and fork and started cutting.

His manners are not elegant, and he is still used to using chopsticks.

It's a pity that there are none here, only knives and forks.

"Bharati has the greatest chef in the world, you will not be disappointed, please teach me a lot in the next month."

Sanji bowed and bowed, full of elegance.

"Bastard Sanji, you're actually lazy at work."

There was a burst of shouting from the kitchen, and Sanji, who was originally full of elegance, broke his power in an instant, and yelled at the direction of the kitchen, "Asshole old man, it is the chef's responsibility to let the guests understand that every meal is also the responsibility of the chef."

"Idiot Sanji, you are just an apprentice!"

Zapp poked his head out of the kitchen, wearing a chef's hat and holding a spatula in his hand, very angry.

"Idiot old man, one day I will throw you into the sea. I said that I am no longer an apprentice. I made this gentleman's food."

With his sleeves rolled up, Sanji, like a raging young bull, walked to the kitchen step by step to scold Zhepu.

From time to time, the sound of pots and pans came from inside, and there were black spots that broke the news about the other party.

Many regular customers in the hall are no strangers to it.

Tang An withdrew his gaze and began to deal with the food in front of him.

It should be some kind of sea fish, with a smooth and delicate taste and just the right taste.

Hearing what Sanji said earlier, he made this food. I didn't expect that the chef's talent has already begun to show.

After finishing the food,

Tang An started wandering around Bharati to get acquainted with the surrounding environment first.

After shopping, Tang An went back to his room and began to practice.

In one month, he must successfully practice shaving.

At the same time, according to the primary military martial arts, strengthen the physique.

Time flies, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Tang An started jogging around Bharati with sandbags with iron blocks tied to his feet.

"Yo! Mr. Tang An."

"Mr. Paddy."

"Morning, Mr. Tang An."

"Morning, Monsieur Carney."

Balati said it was big or not, and Tang An had gotten acquainted with these people in the past ten days.

"Is Mr. Tang An practicing again?"

Sanji yawned and stood on the balcony, Tang An happened to pass by below.

"Sanji, good morning!"

Tang An waved his hand, with a smile on his face, and then ran away.

"Mr. Zapp."

When passing by Zhepu's residence, the other party was washing.

"Mr. Tang An."

Zapp just nodded, not as enthusiastically as the others.

After running around Bharati for an hour, Tang An returned to the room and began to do push-ups, sit-ups, gravity upward...

Each type is three hundred.

I ended my practice at about eleven o'clock, and then I took a 20-minute break and jumped off the balcony directly, and swam in the rough sea for more than 20 minutes.

Then board the boat to clean up and come to the hall to prepare for lunch.

I have to practice shaving in the afternoon, and still spend half of the time in the evening training the basics and shaving. This is the same cycle for ten days.

"Mr. Tang An, this is the latest dish I have researched."

As soon as he sat down by the window, Sanji brought new dishes on time.

"Oh? Then I have to try it out."

Under Sanji's expectant eyes, Tang An began to taste it.

"How? How? Has it surpassed the bastard old man?"

Sanji sat opposite Tang An, his face full of apprehension and anticipation.

"Well, you're good enough compared to other chefs, but you're still a little worse than Mr. Zapp."

Tang An told the truth, seeing Sanji's dejected face, he continued, "I believe you can surpass Mr. Zhepu."

"I think so."

Sanji, who was originally negative, suddenly became confident.

"Bastard Sanji, you're being lazy again."

Daily swearing comes out of the kitchen.

"Damn old man, one day I will kick you to death."

Sanji cursed and left his seat to enter the kitchen.

After finishing lunch and saying hello to people he knew along the way, Tang An returned to his room and began to practice shaving.

In the past ten days, I have made remarkable progress. From the beginning, I stepped once in 0.36 seconds, and now I have stepped on it four times.

For the three extra times, Tang An didn't know how much sweat he had shed, and he lost feeling in both feet after each time.

Tang An originally thought that he would be able to cultivate successfully in one month, but at this rate, let alone one month, even two months would be enough.

Little did he know that if Tang An hadn't been doing basic exercises such as push-ups to strengthen his body, coupled with all kinds of knowledge and skills in his mind, it would be impossible for Tang An to step on his feet four times in ten days.

Shaving was even more difficult than Tang An imagined.

"Boom..."

Tang An stepped on it four times in an instant, but this time he found that he still had enough strength to reach four and a half feet.

After trying several times in a row, the corners of Tang An's mouth curled up.

The hard work and sweat I put in is worth it!

"It broke through five times today."

With a ruthless face, Tang An began to practice boringly over and over again.

The sun was setting, and as Tang An continued to sweat, the sky had gradually darkened.

Tang An smiled at the last moment, because he managed to reach five times in 0.36 seconds.

Now he is in a good mood, as if all the exhaustion has disappeared, and his spirit remains high. .