Steaming, frying, pan-frying, boiling; braising, sautéing, simmering, stewing. Before long, a rich fragrance wafted through all of Foosha Village.
The moment Doflamingo finished cooking, Sancho's enormous figure rushed over at incredible speed. Even if Doflamingo always made enough food for everyone, there was still a difference between good food and even better food.
At times like this in the past, it was always first come, first served. The most popular dishes vanished first, and as the strongest person in Foosha Village aside from Doflamingo, Sancho usually got the best dishes every time.
This time, however, there was an exception. A huge foot viciously kicked Sancho in the face, sending her flying on the spot!
After being kicked away, Sancho plowed a trench over ten meters long through Foosha Village with her face and chest armor before she finally crawled back up, covered in dirt.
"Bastard, who ambushed me?!" She spat twice, ejecting the dirt and rocks from her mouth, then fixed her blazing eyes on the tall figure now wolfing down food.
Clearly, this guy was the one who had kicked her flying.
Sancho tilted her head slightly and immediately recognized the fellow stuffing his face. Wasn't that old Navy bastard Garp?
Over the years, Doflamingo had not cut off contact with the Navy, and Garp and Sancho had indeed met a few times. Sancho still remembered that old bastard who had always wanted to ride her into the sky.
Other than being utterly shameless, Sancho's strongest impression of Garp was that his fists hurt like hell.
After all, to Garp, if a giant dragon refused to carry him into the sky, he just needed to beat it up! If Doflamingo had not backed her up, Sancho might really have been beaten into submission by Garp.
In any case, this