Chapter 437

"Ugh!"

The next second, Zhang Jie's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and the juice in his mouth almost sprayed out.

"What's wrong?"

Smoothie looked at Zhang Jie with some confusion.

It was just a glass of juice; why such a big reaction?

That huge Sea King falling into Zhang Jie's stomach hadn't caused any reaction.

"N-nothing."

Zhang Jie swallowed the juice in his mouth with great willpower, not turning into a spray warrior:

"Is what you gave me pineapple juice?!"

Smoothie nodded as a matter of course and used the power of the Squeeze-Squeeze Fruit to squeeze a peeled pineapple into juice:

"Aren't you from Pineapple Island? The pineapple used to squeeze the juice comes from that Pineapple Island."

"What, you don't like it?"

Zhang Jie had an expression like he'd been constipated for a week: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just, you know,

what it feels like to eat the same thing for over a decade?"

Although it had only been a few years since he awakened his memories, he wasn't like other transmigrator colleagues who possessed the bodies of youths with miserable fates,

on the verge of death, or already dead; he was reincarnated,

and only broke the mystery of the womb a few years ago, awakening all his memories.

In other words, he had already lived on Pineapple Island for over a decade,

and had also been eating the specialty of Pineapple Island—pineapples—for over a decade.

"That's simply hell!"

Smoothie, thinking about eating the same thing for decades, instantly raised her eyebrows in anger.

Zhang Jie threw the last piece of the bull-fish Sea King meat into his mouth to suppress the pineapple taste,

and nodded fiercely: "Yes, this is simply hell!"

Now, whenever he thought of the endless pineapple buns,

pineapple pies, pineapple juice, and other pineapple products on Pineapple Island, he had lingering fears.

This is different from eating rice and flour; rice and flour themselves are staples without much taste,

and their taste mainly depends on what seasonings are added.

If you add sugar, they are sweet; if you add salt, they are salty; if you add chili, they are spicy;

if you add them all together, there will be a variety of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors.

But pineapples, even many varieties of pineapples,

such as pineapples and the like, have a relatively fixed taste.

If you let a person only eat sweet things or only eat salty things, they will get tired of it too.

Only by rotating various flavors can one keep the taste buds sensitive.

"Ho ho ho."

Watching Zhang Jie chatting happily with Smoothie, Big Mom increased her speed of eliminating the caramel cream puff tower by another three points.

"Faster, faster, the speed of serving food must be faster!"

While Zhang Jie was turning grief and indignation into appetite, the back kitchen of the Queen Mama Chanter was bustling with activity,

with chefs running off their feet to process various ingredients, and beads of sweat the size of beans appearing on their foreheads.

Unfortunately, they were now so busy that they didn't even have time to wipe their sweat,

and could only let the sweat beads, which had grown too large to escape gravity, draw an arc in the air,

finally shattering on the kitchen floor.

Originally, with their serving speed, supplying Big Mom alone was already stretching them thin,

and now with Zhang Jie, whose appetite was likely no less than Big Mom's, they were even more overwhelmed.

"All move aside, let me do it."

At this moment, a short, fat man wearing a pink button-down shirt, a white apron,

dark purple pants, and a yellow scarf, wearing a hat with a large feather,

with a sword hanging at his waist, a bird-beak-shaped nose, and a leaf-shaped mustache, walked in quickly.

"Head Chef, you've finally come!"

The moment they saw the short, fat man, the chefs in the kitchen seemed to have seen a savior.

This short, fat man was the executive chef of the Big Mom Pirates, possessing over 60 years of cooking experience,

and was none other than Streusen, who could command a team to produce extremely complex pastries, such as giant wedding cakes.

"As a chef, letting guests not enjoy themselves to the fullest is an extremely rude thing!"

Streusen's eyes, which seemed to flash with electric light, swept over every chef.

"Sumimasen (I'm sorry)!"

The chefs in the back kitchen bowed ninety degrees very skillfully.

"Bring all the ingredients over."

Streusen turned into the emperor of the back kitchen and gave the order crisply and neatly.

The chefs didn't dare to delay and skillfully placed the ingredients one by one on the long table in the kitchen.

"Cook-Cook Fruit!"

Streusen drew the long sword he carried with him, and his whole body turned into a shadow, flashing over all the ingredients.

The next moment, all the ingredients that had been cut by his long sword emitted a fragrant aroma, and they were already cooked through.

The most magical thing was that what should be boiled was boiled, what should be roasted was roasted, and what should be steamed was steamed.

Streusen sheathed his sword: "Serve the food!"

"Guest, please enjoy the food to your heart's content."

Streusen walked with his short legs and placed a tray with a bird similar in size to an ostrich in front of Zhang Jie on the table.

"Thank you, Head Chef."

Zhang Jie, who still had a large bone in his mouth, thanked him unclearly.

Streusen's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he bowed slightly:

"This is what I should do as a chef."

'Speaking of which, although the powerhouses of the Pirate World don't have a fundamental increase in lifespan,

they can potentially live to their theoretical maximum lifespan.'

Zhang Jie looked at Streusen, who was short and fat and looked just like an ordinary old man, out of the corner of his eye, and thought to himself.

With Streusen looking like this, who could imagine that he was already 92 years old?

Streusen, like Whitebeard, Teacher Kaido, and Big Mom, was a former member of the Rocks Pirates.

63 years ago, he accidentally discovered the special ability displayed by the young Charlotte Linlin and decided to form an alliance with her,

and after the Rocks Pirates were defeated by the combined efforts of Luo Jie and Garp,

they jointly founded the Big Mom Pirates and laid the foundation for Whole Cake Island.

In other words, this short, fat old man in front of him had been active on the sea for decades.

Although there were special cases like the "Non-Killing Admiral" Black Arm Zephyr, who suffered from asthma, and the Pirate King Luo Jie, who suffered from an incurable terminal illness

and chose to use his own life to start the Great Pirate Era,

top powerhouses in the world often live to be eighty or ninety years old, such as old Rayleigh, Gaban, and the Streusen in front of him.

There are even monsters like Garp, who is old but strong, with undiminished combat power, and is still a top-tier powerhouse in the world at his age.

'However, such a lifespan is still too short compared to their strength.'

Zhang Jie sighed faintly.

As a peerless powerhouse capable of destroying cities and countries, it is difficult to live past two sixty-year cycles,

and although aging can be delayed to a certain extent, once the limit is reached, one has to die, which is so regrettable.

At this moment, Zhang Jie inexplicably understood a little why those Supremes in Shrouding the Heavens were so crazy,

not hesitating to slash themselves, destroying their own invincible foundations, slaughtering the starry sky, and bearing endless infamy,

just to absorb the essence of all spirits to make up for the defects in their Sendai and survive.

Clearly, they could evaporate the universe and stars with a single glance, and a single breath could crush the ages,

yet they could only watch helplessly as their invincible bodies gradually aged and their flawless primordial spirits became mottled,

while the stars, which were like dust in their eyes, could last forever; what a huge gap that is.

A mere ten-thousand-year lifespan is simply too insignificant compared to the power they possess.

Of course, understanding does not mean agreeing; Zhang Jie, who has been educated, has always believed that

a person's freedom should not be built on the basis of harming others.

Unfortunately, in that world where the strong prey on the weak, power is the only proof of truth.

If the dark Supremes have peerless power, then they can naturally place their own selfishness above the hearts of all spirits.