Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 351 Smart Coral Brain

Pour the batter into a bucket onto the griddle and spread it evenly with a spatula.

"Here are the things you asked for." At this time, the nun also returned to Howard carrying large and small bags of food.

"Mei." Howard said to the Eldar while controlling the thickness of the batter, "Can you use your psychic energy to speed up the thawing of these ingredients?"

"Leave it to me." Mei answered simply and straightforwardly.

"Sister, after the ingredients have thawed, please peel and shred the luncheon meat, vegetables, and fruits," Howard said again.

Although the nun was not very willing to cook indirectly for the orcs, for the sake of the overall situation, she picked up a green melon vegetable that Mei had thawed with her psychic power, washed it under the tap, and then began to peel it with a tactical dagger.

"The gentleman who can smoke five cigarettes with his mouth, please grind the pepper," Howard said. "Then pour the ground pepper into the iron bucket containing the yellow-brown sauce in the upper left corner and mix it evenly."

"Sir, please, sir, who can measure the equivalent with shredded paper, pour out the dough I've put in the bowl, roll it into thin sheets, and fry it in hot oil."

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In this way, Howard assigned tasks to all the humans and elves present, because the pancake made for Harden must be a special extra-large model. The difficulty of making one hundred ordinary pancakes and making one pancake a hundred times larger is completely different. He really couldn't handle it alone.

Howard's dough was soon spread out, and then he used a mop to dip the sauce mixed by the Astra Militarum soldier who could smoke five cigarettes at the same time and spread it evenly on the dough. Then he ordered the nun to pour the vegetables and ham she had cut on the dough with the sauce, and then put in the crispy cakes fried by the Astra Militarum soldier that could be measured with scraps of paper, and then brushed on another layer of sauce.

Finally, Howard took some effort to fold the extra-large pancake and take it out of the pan.

"Please." Howard made an inviting gesture to Harden.

"Is this the food you are most confident in? I don't see anything special in your preparation process." Harden did not taste it immediately, but raised questions first.

"This food is called 'Jianbing Guozi'. Just like your race, your race cannot often be inferred by common sense, and the same is true for the Jianbing Guozi I made. Now that things have come to this, why not try it first before making a conclusion?" Howard said calmly.

"Interesting." Harden nodded, then he stretched out his big hand and picked up the pancake made by Howard. Although Howard specially made the pancake with a plus sign, it was still a little small in Harden's huge hand.

Harden opened his mouth wide, threw the pancake in and started chewing.

Then, as He was chewing, His eyelids suddenly lifted.

"It's really interesting." Harden nodded repeatedly after swallowing the food in his mouth. "It's not as delicious as I thought, nor as bad as I thought. But apart from the taste, I do feel something special. How did you do it?"

"The secret recipe is devotion and love for food." Howard gave the answer he had thought of long ago.

If this statement were to be made for other races, it would be pure bullshit, but it might not be the case for orcs. If an orc truly believed that as long as he maintained his piety and love for food, he might actually be able to make his belief come true.

"Faith and love? These are luxuries in this universe." Harden nodded and said, "I am very satisfied. I recognize you."

Then, without waiting for the humans and the Eldar to speak further, Harden casually threw the energy source in his hand.

"This one's yours."

Howard caught the energy source, but lost his grip and threw it away.

Because this thing has caused so many troubles during this period, in Howard's subconscious mind, this thing should be hot and heavy.

But it was not until he subconsciously threw the energy source out that Howard realized that the energy source was neither hot nor heavy, as light as a basketball. It was even possible that this was just the weight of the container rather than the weight of the energy source itself.

Howard threw the energy source out, it bounced a few times on the ground and rolled forward without attracting any orcs' attention. This thing that made humans and elves fight for it suddenly seemed to be worthless and even worse than garbage in the eyes of the orcs.

Finally, the rolling energy source was ignited by a cane. The orc holding the cane bent down, picked up the energy source, and then extended it to Howard.

"Here you go," the cane beastman said to Howard. "Your stuff."

So Howard trotted over to the cane orc, thanked him, and took the energy source, this time holding it firmly.

"Hold it well," the cane orc instructed, "don't drop it."

"Should I thank you for your generosity?" Howard asked Harden after getting the energy source.

"No, I should thank you," Harden said. "My evaluation of this thing remains unchanged. It's a curse. It gives you what you want, but takes away more of the things you cherish but never care about, until you have nothing. I should thank you. You freed me from this curse. I don't want this thing anymore."

"Human, I like you very much. I can see that you seek this curse for others rather than yourself. Therefore, I advise you to hand over this so-called energy source to your employer, stay as far away from them as possible and never have any contact with them again."

"I accept your suggestion." Howard nodded.

Whether it was the Mechanical Sage or the Eldar, Howard had no intention of having any further interactions with them after these things were over.

"Then... can we say goodbye now?" Howard asked again.

"Of course you can. The orcs of Karenya will not stop you, provided you do not take the initiative to attack."

Then the orc war leader raised his arms and shouted, "Boys! Get ready for work!"

The orcs were excited and busy again, and the cooling tower soon returned to its bustling working state before the humans came in.

"Work!?" The nun looked at Harden warily and said, "What are you going to do? Are you going to attack humans again?"

Harden could have ignored this rude question, but out of respect for the nun, he answered:

"No, we're leaving this planet."