Pirate: This navy is so despicable!

"The people sent by the Big Mom Pirates are at the port right now. What have you done? Do you dare to capture them? You don't dare!"

"To put it bluntly, you navy guys are incompetent! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

The old king gave up and spoke out what was in his heart.

Even Jay couldn't refute it.

Because it is indeed pathetic!

If the Big Mom Pirates insisted on destroying this country, he really couldn't protect it.

Even the Warring States Marshal would only give the order to retreat and abandon this place.

So even though the old king's words were harsh, he had no choice but to bear with them.

Jay puffed on his cigar and asked again, "If you were given a chance to satisfy Big Mom's needs before the deadline and let you continue to be your king, what price would you be willing to pay?"

The old king also got angry. "If you can do it, I can give you 3 million... no, 5 million berries! I will even empty the national treasury to get it for you!"

"Okay, it's a deal."

"You can go and prepare now. Before I leave, I want to see 5 million berries placed in front of me."

"Otherwise, believe me, if I can save you, I can also destroy you."

As he spoke, Jay pressed the cigar in his hand onto the table.

The old king's eyes widened immediately, because the cigar actually penetrated the thick tabletop?!

He was startled and knew that this was a warning from the other party.

But if it only takes 5 million berries to resolve the current crisis of national destruction, it’s worth it!

"Okay, I'll go prepare it right away. I hope you can do what you say."

Jay left the palace directly and rushed to where the chefs were busy.

Before I even got close, I could hear the people inside arguing loudly with each other, as if they were having a quarrel.

"There's definitely not enough sugar! I tried it, and the original strawberry mille-feuille is sweeter!"

"You can't add any more sugar. If you exceed this amount, the cake will be too sweet and greasy!"

"If it's not the sugar, what could it be?"

"How about adding more sugar and some lemon?"

"What exactly is that special fragrance inside? Has anyone tried it out?"

"One day, we only have one day left to work on the formula!"

"If we don't start work now, we will definitely miss the final delivery deadline."

"We have restored 95 percent of the original image. The only thing missing is the final, most important 5 percent."

"If you ask me, why not just follow the formula we've derived now? Take a gamble!"

"It's just a tiny difference. Even Big Mom might not be able to tell the difference."

"If there's no other way, this is the only way."

. . . . . .

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Jay, wearing a navy justice cloak and holding a cigar in his mouth, walked in with great style.

Several old chefs were about to get angry, but they held it back.

It’s nothing, I just can’t afford to offend you!

Not to mention that the young naval commander in front of him was the 'talisman' invited back by the king.

The messenger sent by BIG MOM has not shown up in the past few days and has been waiting on the ship.

What we are afraid of is that the two sides will accidentally fire their weapons and cause a war.

"Everyone, tell me now. Regarding the cake recipe, what stage have you reached? How much have you completed, and what difficulties have you encountered?"

Jay clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

Then a hot-tempered chef couldn't help but sneered, "What good will it do if I tell you? Do you know how to make a cake? Or can you solve a problem that so many of us can't solve?"

boom!

Jay didn't waste any time, he just pulled out his gun and shot through the other person's chef's hat.

The other party was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and couldn't say a word.

No one could have imagined that he would dare to shoot!

"Who has any other opinions?"

All the chefs took a step back and shook their heads.

They were obviously frightened.

No one wants to gamble their life on whether the other party's next shot will miss (warning).

So, thanks to his approachable side, Jay quickly understood the current progress.

"Do you have any guesses about the cause of the fragrance? Even just an idea will do."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally, a chef who was looking at the youngest chef stood up and said, "We've tried many possibilities these days, and now it seems that the fragrance is most likely... a floral scent?"

Jay was quite surprised. "Now that you have an idea, try it out."

The young chef gave a wry smile, "It's not that we don't want to try, but there are just too many different kinds of flowers."

"And different addition ratios will result in different textures and flavors."

"If you want to restore the original taste 100%, you need a lot of time to experiment. One day is not enough, unless a miracle happens."

Jay nodded, "Then I'll give you a miracle."

"Buck! Take people and get all the flowers you can gather right now."

"Also, focus on what kind of flowers the chef had bought or had access to before his death."

Yup!

Many chefs' eyes lit up immediately.

They've all hit a dead end.

It is not necessary to try all kinds of flowers, it is enough to find out the flowers that the chef had come into contact with during his lifetime.

Then came the long wait.

After all, Buck and his team have to investigate and collect a full range of flowers, which will definitely take some time.

It's just that everyone is very anxious.

Every second that passes, they waste a second.

Finally, Buck brought everything they wanted.

"Sir, I brought all the flowers I could find so far."

"These five are the flowers that the chef often bought during his lifetime."

Jay nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, move everything in."

"The next step is to witness a miracle."

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With these flowers, the chefs immediately got busy.

One after another, beautifully shaped strawberry mille-feuille cakes are freshly baked.

Then they can't wait to taste it.

"No, this smell is totally wrong. It doesn't seem to be a rose."

"The floral scent is too weak. Did I use too little? I'll try again."

"The sweetness is right, but the taste is a problem, it's astringent!"

"Damn, it's so, so close, but still a little off."

. . . . . .

It was getting dark, and the chefs, who had tried many times, were exhausted.

Obviously the direction is right.

But it just lacks that last one percent.

Either the taste is off, or the texture is wrong.

At this time, some people suspected that there might be more than one kind of flower inside.

Or maybe there are other unique recipes.

It's so desperate!

Because it's too late.

Jay looked at the sky and sighed.

I know that if I rely on these people alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for a miracle.

Only he can bring about miracles!

When he used the stored miracles, he immediately became different, and all kinds of inspirations collided with each other in his mind.

He just took a quick glance at the flowers in front of him, and his hands subconsciously picked out the white roses and tulips.

"Are these the only two?"

Jay trusted his instincts very much at this moment.

But his intuition told him that it was not enough.

So what's missing?

He kept scanning the room. It was neither this nor that.

Until he accidentally looked out the window, and a light breeze blew, and dandelions flew all over the sky.

beautiful!

Jay went outside, bent down, pulled out a dandelion, and blew it gently.

Then smile.

That’s right, that’s it!

The last thing missing is the dandelions that can be seen everywhere on the street.

Because it is so common, it is ignored by everyone.

Even Buck didn't remember.

There is no need to buy it because it is available everywhere.

He immediately returned to the room and, while the inspiration was still there, said to the young chef, "Start another pot. This time, try squeezing the juice from white roses and tulips, and add a small bowl of warm water soaked with dandelions."

"Ah? Ah! Okay!"

The young chef immediately started preparing it according to the instructions.

This scene also attracted the attention of others.

Dandelion?

Is it really possible?

Under the gaze of everyone, the strawberry mille-feuille cake was completed.

The young chef stretched out his trembling hands, cut off a small piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Then tears started to flow.

"That's right! That's the smell! That unique fragrance! We did it!"