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Add potato chunks and water, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

After Mercer finished dictating, Bear Cub, who stood up and held a spatula, completed each step perfectly, the two working together seamlessly.

Leaving Xiong Bao in the kitchen to look after things, Mercer went to his desk to continue reading. He had almost finished reading this bookshelf, with only about ten books left. After finishing those, he could declare "graduation."

Kureha was conducting her experiments on the second floor. After teaching Xiong Bao, no, Moses, to cook, Moses was responsible for cooking lunch and dinner, except for breakfast.

Therefore, a gift representing culinary skills was soon formed.

And today, Xiong Bao is showing signs of becoming a master.

congratulations!

Therefore, from then on, Kureha could only be seen at mealtimes; the rest of the time she was buried on the second floor doing her experiments.

Nowadays, apart from mealtimes or free time when they are checking on Mercer's learning, Mercer and Kureha basically do their own thing.

Once, Garp came and was amazed by the way the two of them got along. He said that if Ace were half as easy to deal with as Ace, he would be overjoyed.

Two weeks later.

mid-September.

I had just finished a long run this morning when I got home and saw a burly figure sitting in the living room.

He sipped his tea slowly and methodically.

Upon seeing Mather, Garp grinned broadly: "Yo, Mather. Your grandpa's here, aren't you happy?"

Mercer sighed. There was something awkward about what Garp was saying. For some reason, it sounded like he was being insulted.

"If I'm unhappy, will you hit me?"

Garp smirked, his expression surprisingly amiable.

"What do you say?"

As he spoke, he raised his fist, clenching it so tightly that it made a "crackling" sound.

"I'm happy." Messer gave Karp a big smile. "Old man, what brings you here today?"

Garp's face darkened. This brat was too unlovable; he hadn't even called him grandpa anymore. He was about to give him a good talking-to.

At that moment, Kureha came out of the kitchen with breakfast in her hands, looking at Garp with an unhappy expression.

"If you're going to come, why don't you wait until after breakfast? Now that you're here, I still have to prepare a meal for you. How can you be so inconsiderate?"

Taking the bowl of porridge, he picked up a steamed bun and ate it with the side dishes. Garp's expression was somewhat subtle. He was almost sixty years old, yet people called him immature and treated him like a brat.

At this moment, Garp finally realized why he rarely visited Kureha despite their good relationship.

But now.

He chuckled and felt cheerful. As he got older, more and more familiar people left, so having a friend like Kureha was a blessing.

With a fleeting glimpse of his Observation Haki, he sensed that Kureha's vitality was still strong, and that she could live for at least another twenty or thirty years, which brought him a sense of relief.

Just as she took a sip of her porridge, she heard Kureha say indifferently, "Are you looking for a beating again?"

Garp waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Realizing that his use of Observation Haki had been discovered, he immediately lowered his attitude and quickly admitted his mistake.

Kureha glared at him, then looked at Messer. "This old bastard came here today to take you to the East Sea to see your brother. After dinner, you can go with him."

Stopping what she was doing, Mercer's eyes darted around, and she immediately said in a "wronged" tone, "Doctor Doriel, are you going to send me away? I don't want Grandpa, I only want you."

Garp's eye twitched, and suddenly the food in his mouth didn't taste good anymore.

Kureha glanced at Messer, secretly pleased, but she sneered, "What are you pretending for, you little brat? When did I say I didn't want you anymore? I'm just giving you a break. Once you've finished watching that brat named Ace, hurry back."

"Oh!" Mercer continued eating, nodding as she said, "Alright! Then I'll leave Xiong Bao for you. This kid can cook now, so he'll be able to take care of your daily needs."

"Eek!"

Bear looked at Mercer with a reluctant expression, but his mouth was still stuffing with food without slowing down.

Garp looked at the panda who had also come to the table to eat with a look of surprise, observing the way the panda held its bowl and chopsticks. "This little guy is so smart."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Bao pulled his bowl to his chest, looked at Kapu warily, and said, "This is mine, I won't give it to you."

Garp's face darkened.

He continued eating and drinking, feeling stifled.

This family is not good people.

After dinner, Xiong Bao cleared the table, and Mei Se tidied up her own things.

He mainly took some gold beans, a few changes of clothes, a few silver needles, a scalpel, and his own weapon, an axe.

There was no farewell or anything, because Kureha went upstairs by herself after finishing her meal.

Walking with Kap in the deep forest, Mercer was not wearing his usual Laban coat, but just a simple cotton coat.

Because Karp said that once they passed the waters around Drum Island, the weather would warm up.

From the second-floor window of the treehouse, Kureha watched the two figures, one large and one small, depart, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, before she muttered to herself.

"What's wrong with me? It's not like I'm not coming back, so why am I reluctant to leave? Why have I become so sentimental? This isn't like me."

Kureha watched them until they disappeared from sight before turning back to continue her experiments.

After walking for half an hour, in a wide waterway on the island, a medium-sized warship could be seen moored there, with many people on its deck.

On the riverbank, you can see seven or eight marines with the word "cook" written on their backs, dealing with more than ten wild animals.

Some have already been processed.

Some are still being processed.

Mercer had excellent eyesight and immediately recognized it as Labang. Mercer couldn't help but exclaim, "Pretty impressive, you actually hunted so many Labang."

Karp reached out and ruffled Messer's hair, laughing heartily:

"Of course! The marines on my ship are all highly skilled. What, are you envious? Would you like to come aboard my ship and become a marine with Grandpa someday?"

Moses pretended not to hear.

Garp looked sullen.

Walk closer.

One by one, the marines greeted Garp with expressions of reverence and smiles, all looking at the little guy beside him with curiosity.

Mercer followed Garp onto the ship via the gangplank. The warship's deck was spacious and very clean, with open space at both the bow and stern.

now,

Many marines were exercising on the deck; some were wielding knives, some were doing physical training, and of course, a few were leaning against the railing, smoking, chatting, and joking.

At this moment, with Garp's return, those who had finished their training continued their practice, while those who had been chatting and joking became more reserved, stubbed out their cigarettes, and greeted Garp.

These people all held official positions. When he saw Messer looking at their epaulets and cloaks, Garp was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"You also think those epaulets and capes are cool, right? Those guys are all senior officers from the Marine Headquarters. They're quite capable and can easily handle pirates worth tens of millions outside."

Several officers blushed and looked embarrassed as Garp praised them.

Moses remained silent, listening but not speaking.

Just then, footsteps approached, and a slightly curious voice rang out, "Vice Admiral Garp, you're back. Shall we depart now?"

Curiosity gleamed in the newcomer's eyes as they subtly observed Mercer. Bogart thought to himself, 'This little guy... he must be the baby from a few years ago. I never imagined he'd grown so much.'

Garp nodded and casually said, "Let's go, let's cross the Calm Belt directly, that'll be faster."

Bogart looked somewhat worried and said bluntly, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate to cross the Calm Belt?"

Garp laughed nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'm here."

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Chapter 12 Food City Puji

Karp's room inside the warship.

On the table by the window are two Den Den Mushi, one ordinary pinkish-white and the other chubby milky-white, both wearing a navy hat on their heads.

Mercer sat on the sofa, feeding the two tiny creatures, which looked like snails, with leafy greens.

Although Moses has not yet truly manifested the gift of "taming," he is still confident in raising these little creatures.

It doesn't require any technical expertise.

Brub brub brub

Suddenly, the pink and white Den Den Mushi went into action, opening its mouth and barking. Mercer turned to look at Garp, who was taking a nap on the bed.

"Master"

As soon as he uttered a single word, Garp got out of bed, yawning as he walked over to answer the call.

Click!

Unable to discern who was on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Garp assumed they were disguised, making it impossible for the Den Den Mushi to mimic their appearance. With a displeased look, Garp answered the call.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is Garp. Who is this? I'm currently on vacation, so don't bother me unless it's important. It's the middle of the day, and you're making me sleepy."

After saying that, and waiting a few seconds, seeing that the other party still didn't speak, Garp's forehead veins bulged. "I'll count to three. If you don't speak by then, I'm hanging up. Three."

He scoffed, not tolerating people with so much free time. Just as he was about to hang up, a familiar voice came from the other end:

"Hearing that you still have such good spirits, I'm relieved, old man."

Garp glanced at the white Den Den Mushi without making a sound.

Anti-eavesdropping telephone bugs.

The effect is just as its name suggests.

Upon hearing the voice, he knew who was on the other end, and his expression became somewhat silent. A few seconds later, Garp's expression turned irritated.

"Speak your mind, or shut up. Don't forget your social class now."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.