107: Chapter 107 No! You've been through drug rehabilitation?

Someone started the conversation, and the live broadcast room immediately began to discuss it enthusiastically.

"With Tiger Mom's precedent, it should be possible."

"Not necessarily. Crocodiles are cold-blooded animals; they can't be tamed."

"I also think it's very difficult. Setting everything else aside, just having such a massive crocodile by your side makes one feel uneasy."

"Agreed. Crocodiles, snakes... these kinds of animals are best not kept around."

"They're prone to causing trouble."

"..."

Most people weren't very optimistic about An Ke taming the crocodile, nor did they want him to.

After all, it felt too dangerous.

After discussing this topic, people began to think of something else.

"Hey! Where are the people from Kimchi Country? Why aren't they shouting anymore?"

"Sigh! Another two Dairy Cows saved, how wonderful!"

"Leaders of Dragon Country, you all saw it; Kimchi Country themselves said they didn't want the Dairy Cows."

"Yeah! They vowed and declared, 'Who cares about them?'"

"So overbearing, so much backbone, I love it."

"Why aren't you guys talking? Is it because you don't like to talk?"

"..."

Now, not a single netizen from Kimchi Country made a sound.

They originally thought An Ke would die in the crocodile's mouth.

Who would have thought that An Ke didn't die?

As a result, Dragon Country's national fortune won't be severed at all. With Dragon Country's current first-place ranking in the Wilderness Game, why would they beg Kimchi Country?

At this moment, Kimchi Country's own live broadcast room was in an uproar.

Those Kimchi masses who didn't cause trouble scolded the troublemakers mercilessly.

But what use was that?

It still couldn't change the fact that Dragon Country would not send out a pair of Dairy Cows.

Originally, Dragon Country was stalling for time, trying to drag it out as long as possible.

But now, there's absolutely no need to send them.

Inside the live broadcast room.

With An Ke joining in, the speed of grilling fish increased significantly.

Every time a batch was done, salt would be added, and then they were brought before Old Crocodile.

Every time, Old Crocodile would beam with joy and thank them in a very sage-like manner.

Then he would happily gobble everything up.

Finally, he would express his feelings about the deliciousness of the grilled fish.

"This fish... is truly delicious!"

"I, Old Crocodile, feel like the first half of my life was wasted."

To the side, Little Scar and the others watched in a daze.

It was also the first time they had seen a crocodile make such an expression.

Seeing that nothing was happening for a long time, the Hamster in the pocket thought it was safe.

So it tucked in its butt and poked its head out.

The next second, it froze on the spot, seeing An Ke standing right in front of the crocodile, chatting with it.

Hamster: "???"

"Am I, Little Mouse, opening this the wrong way?"

How did the master start chatting with a crocodile?

The Hamster's ears twitched; it silently closed its eyes and then opened them again.

However, An Ke was still chatting with the crocodile.

Both sides were talking and laughing, like friends of many years.

"Meow meow meow?"

"Little friend, what are those black things on the fish? They're so tasty."

Old Crocodile took a great liking to the charred fish meat.

"That is a delicacy I specially prepared for you, Old Crocodile." An Ke started talking nonsense, providing emotional value to Old Crocodile.

These days, emotional value is very valuable.

"Old Crocodile, to tell you the truth, it's very difficult to create this Charred Delicacy."

"One must precisely control the heat, and the timing must be just right."

Not too long, and not too short."

"Not only that, the distance between the fire and the fish must also be managed; it has to be just right."

Old Crocodile listened, impressed although he didn't quite understand. He hadn't expected making 'Charred Delicacy' to be so difficult with so many key points.

However, when he saw the grilled fish on the racks, with distances all over the place and inconsistent, he couldn't help but frown.

"I say, little friend, didn't you say the distance must be precisely controlled?"

"Why do I see the positions of these fish racks are all different?"

An Ke said without blinking an eye, "That's because every fish has a different constitution."

"So the distance must be managed according to each fish's specific condition."

The crocodile nodded repeatedly upon hearing this. "So that's how it is."

Indeed! Every fish is different.

He looked admiring and was also very grateful. "You've really worked hard, little friend."

"I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful just so I could eat this Charred Delicacy."

An Ke waved his hand. "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

To the side, Little Scar and the others were dumbfounded again.

An Ke spoke as if it were true; they even began to doubt if these fish really were grilled at different distances based on their constitutions.

But many of those fish were put on the racks by them.

They hadn't thought that much at all; they just simply put them over the fire to grill.

"The King is truly the King..." Little Scar looked at An Ke's back, admiring him to the point of prostrating.

Even talking nonsense is so skillful,

He fooled the giant crocodile so much it didn't know which way was north, making it truly believe An Ke was working very hard and being very diligent.

"I wonder when I'll have even a tenth of the King's ability..."

Little Scar secretly swore to learn well from An Ke, the King.

At the same time, the Hamster in the pocket was terrifyingly naive, also being fooled by An Ke until it didn't know which way was north.

"It's that hard to make Charred Delicacy?"

"Master, can I, Little Mouse, have a taste?"

The Hamster really wanted to eat this hard-to-make delicacy.

An Ke looked down; he really wanted to tell the Hamster: this thing is just burnt, what's so good about it?

But since the crocodile was right there, he could only hold it in.

"Of course you can, but you can only eat a little, otherwise you'll get sick."

The diets of many animals are actually very different from humans.

So some things can't be eaten recklessly; they can only be eaten in small amounts, or eating too much will result in death.

"It'll kill a mouse!?" The Hamster was terrified after hearing this.

Its little hands waved frantically, "I, Little Mouse... won't eat it!!"

The Hamster was as timid as a mouse and didn't dare to try.

It was afraid of dying.

After all, if it tasted super delicious but it couldn't eat much, it would live in agony.

In that case, it was better not to taste it at all.

If it didn't know the taste, there would be no need for pain.

Thinking this way, the Hamster couldn't help but smile smugly. "I, Little Mouse, am truly wise~"

An Ke stifled a laugh. Wise?

If you were wise, you wouldn't have been so naively tricked by me.

This silly Little Mouse.

For the next while, the crocodile spent its time eating grilled fish.

Although he loved eating grilled fish, he was very honest.

After eating about forty or so, he said to An Ke:

"Little friend, I said as long as you leave me forty or fifty fish, the rest are yours."

"Consider it a reward for your hard work grilling the fish."

An Ke was surprised. "You're full?"

"About seventy percent full," the crocodile estimated.

Hearing this, An Ke planned to do him a favor and let the crocodile keep eating.

However, the crocodile shook its head. "Although the grilled fish is delicious, as a crocodile, one must stick to their word."

No! Did you go through rehab or something?

An Ke began to admire this principled crocodile; he really stuck to his word.

He didn't press further and told Little Scar and the others to help themselves to the grilled fish if they wanted to eat.

After all, after grilling fish for so long, they must be hungry.