What a talented family the Shimotsuki Family is, and their craftsmanship?
Shano was a bit surprised, lowering his body, ready to knock on the wooden leg to test its feel, but as he squatted down, he made eye contact with a certain blond-curly-eyebrowed brat.
"Sha... Shano big brother!"
Sanji was a bit nervous, stuttering, "Thank you! The old man already told me, if you hadn't arrived in time, we would've starved to death on that deserted island."
Such an adorable voice... Is there a Chopper hiding inside?
"I don't deserve that much credit." Shano smiled and ruffled his hair, "You should thank Uncle Zeff more for surviving."
"I know."
Sanji nodded aggressively.
This morning in the clinic, he woke up and understood the situation, immediately hugging Zeff's broken leg and crying uncontrollably.
Zeff laughed and consoled him, saying how could he let a brat with a shared dream starve to death, making him cry even louder, not calming down until he went out the door.
"Uncle Zeff."
Shano grasped the wooden leg, looked up and asked, "It seems like everyday activities aren't affected, but what about fighting? Can you still use those kicking skills?"
"Eh?" Zeff was dumbfounded, "Benefactor, you... you knew my former identity?"
"Yeah, I know." Shano clapped his hands and stood up, "Chef Pirates' leader, Redfoot Zeff, quite famous in the East Sea."
Actually, it's more than just fame; Zeff roamed the Grand Line for a year and returned intact to the East Sea, making him a hidden boss-level figure.
He had even seen the warrant in the newspaper, 50 million Belly, which is unrivaled in the East Sea.
"Then how can you be so calm, I'm a pirate! Shouldn't you be afraid?"
"Are you the type to be ungrateful?" Shano looked at him oddly, "If not, why should I be afraid?"
Pirates do have a bad reputation among the people.
But since he knows the plot as a transmigrator, he won't foolishly divide by faction and crudely condemn.
In this turbulent Great Pirate Era, he can't strictly apply the past life's moderns' moral standards, he knows likeable folks on both Navy and pirates sides, Zeff undoubtedly among them.
"This..." Zeff was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing the benefactor who saved him seems not a simple character either.
Looking around again.
Koushirou was still smiling warmly, as if what was said earlier had no effect on him.
Turns out none of them are ordinary folks... Zeff couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter, the slight restraint from earlier completely dissipated.
"As for the kicking skills, I can barely use them, but the power is greatly diminished!"
Zeff said cheerfully, "With my remaining skills, I can't survive on the Grand Line, can't become a pirate anymore, but it's good, at my age, I should rest for a while."
However, Shano still noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes, pondering for a while, he asked, "So, any plans for what's next?"
"That... I'm not sure."
Zeff observed the dojo, seeing all the kids training enthusiastically, suddenly saying, "Hey, Mr. Koushirou, does your dojo need a cook?"
"Hmm?"
Koushirou was quite surprised, shaking his head, "Can't afford a chef, I used to cook with Kuina alternately, only recently the number of kids learning Sword Dao has increased, so the grandma next door helps too."
"How about letting me have a try?"
Zeff chuckled, "Maybe everyone hasn't had breakfast yet, let me show off my skills!"
"You're still recovering, is this appropriate..."
Koushirou instinctively wanted to dissuade, but Zeff had already waved and headed towards the kitchen with big strides, once inside came his loud voice: "Curly Eyebrow kid! Come and help out!"
"Coming!"
Sanji's eyes lit up, rushing over eagerly.
What's this, how could they let an injured guest cook? Koushirou helplessly held his forehead, glanced at the dojo, instructed:
"Kuina, Zoro, you two also go and help."
"Yes, father."
Kuina nodded, putting down the Bamboo Sword, expressionlessly grabbing the ear of a green algae head who was struggling and shouting "I don't wanna go", and dragged him to the kitchen.
...
In the kitchen.
Zoro angrily chopped onions with a kitchen knife, his expression like someone owed him 5 million Belly.
What the heck!
Interrupting his training, making him do such menial work!
"You're called Zoro, right!"
A little blond head suddenly popped up beside him, warmly and friendly, "Nice to meet you, I'm Sanji, I've worked as a professional chef in a passenger ship's kitchen, feel free to ask me anything you don't know."
"Feel free to ask me anything you don't know~~"
Zoro mimicked sarcastically, "There's so much to learn, not everyone loves staying in a place like this all day."
"I really like it." Sanji scratched his head, smiled brightly, "Cooking is one of the most interesting things in the world, don't you think? Oh, by the way—"
He pointed at the onion being brutally treated by Zoro.
"There's a method for cutting onions, you should remove the roots first, then cut horizontally from the middle and turn it over, it's easier that way..."
"Shut up!"
Zoro turned his head and yelled, "I don't want to hear this crap! Besides, why do I feel like crying every time you speak!"
"Because of the onion, not me..."
Sanji looked speechless, watching the tearful Zoro, "Actually, you can breathe gently from your mouth, place a bowl of water next to the cutting board when chopping..."
"Still don't wanna hear!"
Zoro yelled with sharp teeth, "Are you a man? Or are you just a girl who recently kept her hair short? How can a man not diligently train swordsmanship but know so much about this stuff!"
"Huh?"
Sanji widened his eyes, irritated, "Who are you calling a girl? A guy who can't even properly chop an onion, aren't you afraid of cutting yourself dead while waving your sword?"
"Feeling proud about chopping onions? Onions are disgusting! Circling around just like your curly eyebrows make me nauseous!"
"What did you say! You piece of green-haired vegetable who can't tell salt from sugar!"
"A pansy who swings a spatula ten times slower than my sword!"
"A single-celled creature that thinks with muscles!"
The two little guys were practically ramming their faces against each other, completely oblivious to the dangerous figure silently approaching them from behind.
"You brats..."
Zeff gritted his teeth, grabbing each one's ear, "If you keep arguing in my kitchen, I'll chop you both up as today's main course! Got it!"
Bang!
A minute later.
Zoro and Sanji obediently sat with dirt on their faces, kneeling at the sink to wash vegetables, with a series of lumps on their heads smoking gently upward.