After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

Martin said in a friendly manner, "Actually, the title of 'God of Cookery' was given to him by Zeff himself. It's just a gimmick, so don't take it seriously."

Garp shook his head: "Every time I come to the East Blue, I eat at this restaurant. I acknowledge Zeff's culinary skills. If you can become the God of Cookery, your cooking skills must be quite good."

Martin could only shrug.

This is like forcing a duck onto a shelf.

What should I do if Robin-chan stops cooking for me after my identity as a food god is exposed?

Martin sized up Robin and found the intelligent and sophisticated young lady looking at him with a smile on her face. No matter how you looked at her, she was grinning mischievously.

Why does it feel like I'm going to get domestic violence when I get home?

Then look at Joel, who is looking around.

Is this girl looking for an opportunity to go on a mission?

Ok!

We need to finish dealing with these judges first.

Otherwise, if these chefs kneel in a circle for you while all the other distinguished guests watch the show, wouldn't that be a terrible thing?

The so-called chief chef competition is a traditional culinary skills competition.

The five nominated chefs come from various famous restaurants in Donghai. They are all renowned chefs. Each of them will prepare a dish for the three judges to taste and then score it, with each judge scoring between 0 and 10 points.

Then, a score is used to determine the winner.

In addition, about thirty VIP tables will be set up to witness this culinary competition, and some people will place bets.

Indeed, gambling is the game that rich people love to play.

Many of these VIPs are prominent figures in the East China Sea. Their purpose for this trip is to eat, drink, and have fun, and gambling is something they all want to try.

"Hello everyone, I am the head chef of the seaside restaurant, Ichiro Fuyu, and I specialize in seafood dishes."

"Hello everyone, I am the head chef of Baiweilou..."

The five chefs introduced themselves one by one, and Martin then realized that Sanji, the youngest of the five, was also one of them.

"The competition time is one hour. Start cooking now and you must finish within one hour."

At Zeff's loud shouts, the chefs turned on the stoves and began processing various ingredients.

The other guests chatted while enjoying the delicious food served to them, watching the performance on the opposite stage, admiring the chefs' hard work in preparing the dishes, and listening to Zeff's live report.

Some guests started placing bets, playing a gambling game, trying to guess which of the five chefs would win.

These are all games with a twisted sense of humor played by the wealthy.

"Lieutenant General Garp, may I interview you?"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. God of Cookery, may I interview you?"

A man who looked like a reporter stepped forward with a notebook, but was turned away by several marines.

Clearly, Karp didn't want his election as a judge to be disrupted.

“Vice Admiral Garp, I was a retired warrant officer in the Navy, belonging to the 18th Logistics Branch of the Navy... I have always been training in Iron Fist.”

Martin seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the other person: "I'd like to ask you how one can cultivate Armament Haki."

Garp was popping a senbei into his mouth when he heard that the other person was a retired Marine, and a smile finally appeared on his usually serious face.

Martin knew his approach was sound.

Garp is strong-willed, humorous, straightforward, and cares deeply about his subordinates, making him a great boss.

Upon hearing that he had once served in the navy, his expression immediately softened.

He wants to learn Armament Haki.

Armament Haki is a special type of aura. In essence, everyone can awaken and use Armament Haki.

However, awakening Armament Haki is a crucial step, as it represents the process from zero to one.

Without someone to teach him, it would be very difficult for someone with his aptitude to awaken Armament Haki on his own. He's not part of the main characters, nor is he one of those exceptionally talented geniuses, so awakening Haki would be extremely difficult for him.

There aren't any good candidates yet to marry a wife who knows Armament Haki; several beautiful and powerful women are on the Grand Line.

It would be faster to consult Garp.

Furthermore, Garp the Iron Fist possesses the most advanced skills in using Armament Haki, and the Armament Haki he has cultivated is the purest form.

"You mean Armament Haki? That's a bit complicated, and I'm eating right now... I don't have time."

Garp ate the senbei that was served, and casually picked his nose and flicked it, looking quite nonchalant.

So, people don't have time to eat or talk, but they do have time to pick their noses?

Martin immediately rolled his eyes, knowing that this usually generous and enthusiastic old man was still somewhat wary of him and wouldn't so readily reveal the secrets of Armament Haki training.

"God of Food, let me put it this way! You cook me a dish, and if you enjoy it, I'll teach you how to use Armament Haki."

Garp suddenly spoke up: "How is it?"

Martin immediately understood: he had to offer the old man a little something sweet; only by offering enough sweetness would the old man relent.

It's understandable that one's charm doesn't work on men, and one can't get something for nothing.

"On another note, I need to eat to my heart's content, so you have to make a dish that I will absolutely admire."

Garp scoffed, "If I'm not satisfied with the food, I won't say a word."

Martin nodded: "Lieutenant General Karp, you'd better keep your word."

"Hahaha, Mr. God of Cookery, I always keep my word!"

Garp had a hearty smile.

"Not bad, not bad. The God of Cookery has just shown off his skills. I would also like to taste some of the God of Cookery's cooking again."

Jinbe, who had been silent until now, nodded repeatedly, saying, "I can be your witness."

Martin shook his head slightly and said to Zeff, "Prepare the rice noodles and beef."

Zeff nodded repeatedly: "I need some time to prepare, please wait a moment, God of Cookery."

While waiting for the rice noodles, the other five chefs had already prepared the food for the competition and served it to the participants for them to taste and then score.

The betting odds in the VIP section began to rise across the board.

The scoring competition has officially begun.

The first dish the chef served was seafood fried rice, one bowl for each person. Garp and Jinbe both enjoyed their meal very much, and almost both gave it a perfect 10/10 rating.

But when facing the first chef, Martin held up a 0-point sign: "The fried rice is all stuck together. Don't you know you have to use leftover rice for fried rice? 0 points."

Chef: (⊙o⊙)…

The second chef served turbot, using ten fish and ten different methods to prepare the fish meat, giving each piece of fish a different flavor.

Martin still held up the 0-point sign: "You use ten kinds of fish meat to make one fish, and claim there are ten ways to eat it. Aren't you disgusting? This is simply a stitched-together zombie fish. 0 points."

Chef: (⊙o⊙)…

The third chef displayed unparalleled knife skills, carving a 200-kilogram East Sea tofu shrimp into two human-shaped sculptures with a single knife, namely Garp and Jinbe.

Martin still held up the 0-point sign: "Why are there only these two old men? Are you trying to humiliate me, the God of Cookery? 0 points!"

Chef: (⊙o⊙)…

The fourth chef served a fruit that resembled a Devil Fruit.

"This is a Devil Fruit pastry that I made myself. It's filled with juicy fruit pastries."

The chef, brimming with confidence, crossed his arms and said, "Well, now you have nothing to say, right?"

Martin still held up a sign for 0 points: "Your stuff copied the shape of a Devil Fruit, there's no innovation whatsoever, and the fruit tastes awful, it's not even worth eating. 0 points."

Chef: (⊙o⊙)…

The chefs were left speechless by the zero-point performance.

Finally, Koyama, trembling, stepped forward and presented a roast suckling pig:

"My pig is called Gold Coin Roasted Pig, and there's more to it than meets the eye."

He then cut open the roast pig's belly, and immediately many scattered gold coin-shaped objects appeared inside. These were actually a type of delicious small fish called gold coin fish, making the roast pig essentially a piggy bank.

Sanji became smug: "How about that? My idea was pretty good, wasn't it? I came up with everything I was supposed to."

Martin pursed his lips and still held up a sign for 0 points.

Sanji got anxious: "Why? I thought of everything!"

Martin saw Sanji's crooked eyebrows: "I think your eyes are crooked, your appearance is lewd, and the way you look at my wife is even more lewd. To put it bluntly, your appearance disgusts me... A chef drooling over female customers? 0 points!"

Sanji: (oへo╬) "Hey? He said I'm perverted. Am I perverted?"

The chefs all nodded, giving him an expression that said, "Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Zeff went up and punched Sanji on the head, making the latter grimace in pain.

The other two big names all scored 9 or 10 points, but this God of Cookery was different; he only scored zero points on all of them.

Garp and Jinbe, those two old guys, ate all the food; they weren't picky eaters at all.

"Give us a zero? You're really something! If you're so good, why don't you cook a dish and let everyone try it?"

Sanji protested, covering his head.

"That's it."

Several chefs who received a score of 0 were still a little dissatisfied, so they chimed in.

Martin nodded readily: "No problem."

Robin pulled Joel to the front of the table and asked worriedly, "Honey, you haven't cooked much, are you alright?"

Martin remained calm, his eyes blazing: "Don't worry, after eating my cooking... they will revere me like a god."

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There are still some after 5 pm