Sanji didn't expect Lin Mo to come to him.

Just look for it, but it actually caused him to break a plate...

This made him angry.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sanji said unhappily, "For you, you broke a plate!"

Lin Mo said with a funny look: "I broke it with my own hands?"

Sanji was stunned and curled his lips and said, "No..."

Lin Mo: "What does that have to do with me?"

"Huh?" Sanji knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only swallow his unwilling breath. "Damn it! You all know how to bully me. Those stinky chefs are like this, and those stinky old men are like this. Even you, an outsider, will sooner or later, I will definitely make you look at me with admiration!"

Just then, Padie angrily pushed the door from outside the kitchen and complained as she walked: "The pauper dares to come to Balati for dinner. What a fearless guy!"

The busy chefs laughed.

"Pidi, have you thrown someone out of the back door again?"

"Hahaha, it's really Patty's style."

Sanji paused when he heard Paidi throw a pauper who had no money to eat from behind, his hand was washed.

Lin Mo looked at him calmly.

Based on his understanding of Sanji, this kid would definitely secretly take food to those who have no money to eat.

After all, Sanji cannot sit idly by the hungry people.

As expected.

Sanji secretly took two bread and a bottle of milk.

When he noticed that Lin Mo was looking at him, he also made individual gestures to Lin Mo.

Then, while Paddy and the others were not paying attention, they slipped out of the kitchen.

Lin Mo followed him.

Sanji came to the back door deck.

There was a hungry skinny man lying on the deck in despair.

Sanji put the bread and milk next to the man without saying a word.

"Eat." Sanji sat next to him and stared at the man.

The man turned his head weakly and glanced at him, tremblingly picked up the bread and milk that Sanji had placed beside him, and swallowed it without hesitation.

After eating, he burst into tears at Sanji: "Thank you, thank you so much. I almost thought I was going to starve to death in this sea."

Sanji grinned and asked, "It feels good to have something to eat."

The man nodded and smiled, "Yes, for the first time I feel that having something to eat is a very happy thing. I really don't know how to thank you."

"There is no need to thank you. Food is a treasure given to us by nature. As long as you promise me that you will not waste food even if your life is rich in the future."

"Okay, I promise you!"

"Yeah." Sanji nodded and turned around and walked back.

When he came up from the spiral stairs.

Lin Mo leaned against the wall next to the second floor stairs.

Watching Sanji walk past him, he spoke, "Hot food is better than dry bread."

Sanji suddenly stopped.

Lin Mo's words were like stabbing a sharp blade into his heart.

"Hey! What do you know!" Sanji couldn't help but angrily, "I also want to cook for those hungry people, but the food I made is very unpalatable! That smelly old man just doesn't want to teach me, and I'm also very upset!"

"Hehe." Lin Mo sneered.

Sanji gritted his teeth in anger: "You are laughing at me! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

"With your understanding, why should Zhepu teach you?"

"What!" Sanji was so angry that he shivered, "Do you guy, want to fight?"

As he said that, Sanji rushed towards Lin Mo and punched him directly.

Lin Mo hid sideways.

Sanji punched the wooden wall behind Lin Mo, and he stamped his feet in the pain.

Lin Mo was speechless.

It seems that this kid hasn't started to learn leg skills yet...

Even fighting with hands?

The chef's hands are used to cook.

Excellent chefs should use their legs when fighting.

That's what Zhepu is like.

The same goes for the future Sanji.

But he was too slow to get started.

While Lin Mo was disgusted, he suddenly had an idea.

Maybe this is the key to the progress of this sign-in task!

Thinking of this.

Lin Mo said, "Does your hand hurt?"

Sanji said angrily: "No, of course it hurts!"

Lin Mo chuckled and said, "Do you know why Zhepu has always been reluctant to teach you cooking?"

Sanji was stunned for a moment and snorted coldly: "Who would know what that smelly old man was thinking? You are an outsider, don't tell me you know why."

"I know."

"Ah?" Sanji was incredulous, "What a joke, how long have you known that smelly old man? How could you know!"

"What is your dream?"

"Hey, what are you asking about this?" Sanji was dissatisfied, but he still answered Lin Mo honestly, "I want to surpass that smelly old man, and then wait for the smelly old man to go out to sea to find allblue after a hundred years."

Allblue is a place that Sanji has always longed for. It is the place where the four major seas meet. It is said that it has all the ingredients in the four seas and is a paradise treasure land that chefs dream of.

When it comes to allblue, Sanji's eyes are bright.

Lin Mo said indifferently.

It immediately brought Sanji back to reality: "What does it mean to be so perfunctory?"

"What qualifications do people who only know how to complain all day long have to talk about their dreams?"

"Uh? You bastard! You don't know anything at all!" Sanji clenched his fist and hit Lin Mo again.

This time, Lin Mo did not dodge: "Hands are the most important things for the chef. If you are injured, do you plan to cook with your feet?"

Sanji's fist stopped less than five centimeters from Lin Mo's face.

Lin Mo's lips curled slightly and continued, "You guys who can't even work hard are not qualified to talk about your dreams."

After speaking, Lin Mo walked around and prepared to walk around in Balati and get to know the road here.

Anyway, he said everything he should say.

In his impression, Sanji was not a person with poor understanding.

He should be able to understand his words soon.

Sanji looked at his hands, then looked at Lin Mo's back as he was leaving, and couldn't help asking, "What did you mean by what you just now?"

Lin Mo didn't look back, and said calmly: "I understand it myself."

Sanji stared at Lin Mo walking away blankly, and looked down at his hands again.

The past scenes were remembered in my mind.

It seems that he has never seen the smelly old man Zhepu fight with his hands.

Anyone who comes to make trouble or teaches a lesson to the kitchen to do something wrong, that smelly old man kicks it with his feet!

yes!

Hands are the life of the chef!

How can I fight with my hands?

Sanji clenched his fists and said excitedly: "I decided to stop fighting with my hands from now on!"

After saying that, he began to ponder on the other words Lin Mo said.

The guy who only knows how to complain, can't even work hard...

Is he such a bad person?

He is obviously working very hard, okay?

In the past few months, he has been working diligently and hard every day to clean the dishes and clean the Balati. Why don’t he work hard?

Forehead...

etc!

Suddenly, a sudden shock.

Sanji sweated heavily on his forehead.
Chapter completed!