Soon, a bonfire was lit on the shore.
The firewood crackled in the flames, and the orange-red firelight illuminated the young and chiseled faces of the father and son.
Trunks indeed took the initiative to take over the job of chef.
While he was clumsily flipping the pieces of meat on the grill, he was still confidently explaining his "Martial Arts Barbecue Theory" to his brothers.
"Barbecuing is the same as fighting. You have to master the rhythm. The fire should not be too weak, otherwise the inside of the meat will not be cooked; the fire should not be too strong, otherwise the outer skin will be burnt."
Krillin listened and nodded. "That's true, but..."
The words are not finished yet.
A plump piece of back meat on the grill suddenly emitted a thick puff of black smoke.
A pungent burnt smell spread quickly.
"Oops!"
Trunks's expression changed, and he hurriedly turned the meat over.
I saw that the other side that was turned over was still bright red with blood.
Milo took a look and accurately commented in his usual cold tone. "It's burnt on the outside but raw on the inside."
Te-Lin looked a little confused and tried to explain, "This is not raw, this is layered! Do you understand? The highest level of crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"
Milo ignored him, picked up a huge river shrimp, and smashed it hard with both hands.
"Crack!"
The carapace of the river shrimp made a metallic crisp sound, but it only cracked an insignificant crack.
Trunks immediately seized the opportunity to counterattack. "Look! The shell of the shrimp you caught is too hard, almost like armor. How can you eat this thing?"
Milo raised his eyes and looked at him coldly. "You can't even control fire well."
"You!" Trunks put the barbecue on the plate and stood up, "Then come on! You can do it!"
Milo stood up without showing any signs of weakness and reached out to pick up the grill.
"Stop!" Krillin quickly stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, "If you two get serious, you won't be able to save this valley today."
Lansa, who had been sitting quietly next to him, now seemed like an outsider who did not belong to this quarrel at all.
The food in front of him has been carefully processed by Psychic Power.
The charred parts on the surface of the barbecue are accurately removed, and the hard shell of the river shrimp is gently dismantled by invisible force, revealing the fresh and tender shrimp meat inside.
His movements are elegant and clean, and he eats slowly, in sharp contrast to the chaos next to him.
Trunks looked at the neatly piled shrimps on his plate and couldn't help but said, "Lansa! You can help me!"
Lansa raised his head and replied calmly, "You have turned cooking into a battle, and I will not participate."
Krillin reluctantly picked up a piece of barbecue that was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside, and took a big bite.
The bitterness of charcoal and the fishy smell of raw meat instantly exploded on the taste buds.
He frowned, but still swallowed it without changing his expression.
Trunks immediately came over like a puppy asking for credit, looking forward to it. "How is it, dad?"
Krillin was silent for a moment, and finally gave a pertinent evaluation. "... very personal."
"I'll just say it!" Trunks was immediately greatly encouraged, as if he had been recognized by the god of martial arts.
Milo said quietly and clearly from the side, "It just tastes bad."
"Milo!"
Trunks's roar and the two brothers' chasing and fighting, accompanied by Krillin's laughter, echoed in the empty valley.
The birds living in the forest were frightened, flapped their wings, and flew into the distant sky in groups.
Krillin Looking at their noisy appearance, my heart suddenly felt peaceful and warm like never before.
Days like this are very ordinary.
Ordinary, even a little luxurious.
But it is precisely because of this ordinaryness that it becomes so precious.
The next day.
West City The most prosperous "Dream Capsule" luxury amusement park.
This is an industry owned by the Bulma family, and it is also the most technologically advanced and most popular entertainment venue on the planet.
The entrance was bustling with people and colorful flags fluttering in the wind.
Candy stalls, ice cream trucks, limited edition doll shops and various holographic game areas were packed with excited crowds.
Krillin is wearing simple casual clothes, holding a baby girl on each hand.
Marron has lively short light blond hair and sparkling ice blue eyes. He is full of curiosity about everything in front of him and wants to try everything he sees.
Aila has smooth black hair and always has a lazy expression, looking like he hasn't woken up.
But once she sees something really interesting, she will move faster than anyone else.
"Dad! The one that can spin in circles looks so dizzy, I want to sit down!"
"Dad! I want to take the flying one and fly to the highest level!"
"Dad! There are huge colorful marshmallows over there!"
Krillin was pulled like a kite by the two of them and trotted along in the crowd.
With his current strength, he can calmly handle even the collapse of the universe.
But while accompanying his daughter at the amusement park, he soon experienced a completely different kind of pressure from a higher dimension.
It's not that the enemy is too strong.
It's the daughters who are too excited.
The highest point of the roller coaster track.
The carriage made a mechanical sound of "click" and slowly climbed to the top.
The tourists around had started screaming nervously and clinging to the guardrail.
Marron was sitting in the front row, her face flushed with excitement and full of anticipation.
Krillin sat next to her and reminded in a low voice, "Marron, remember what dad said, you must control your power later. We are here to experience, not to demolish."
Marron immediately straightened his back and nodded seriously. "Don't worry, Dad, I will be very careful!"
The next moment.
The car dives rapidly from the top!
The strong wind blew violently, and the strong sense of weightlessness caused the surrounding tourists to burst into deafening screams.
However, Marron felt that this speed was too slow and not exciting at all.
She excitedly grabbed the metal safety guardrail in front of her and subconsciously exerted a little force with her little hands.
Crunch--!
A heartbreaking sound of metal twisting sounded clearly.
The special alloy guardrail specially supplied by the Bulma company and capable of withstanding several times the acceleration of gravity was twisted into a strange shape like a twist under her petite palm.
Krillin's eyes twitched fiercely. "Marron."
Marron lowered his head to look at the "masterpiece" he had created, and immediately curled up his neck with guilt and stuck out his tongue.
"Dad, I swear, I really only used a very small amount of effort."
After the train slowly entered the station, the staff member responsible for inspecting the equipment looked at the completely scrapped guardrail. He froze in place and his worldview was shocked.
Krillin skillfully took out a thick stack of banknotes and handed it over with a smile.
"Sorry, the child is a little excited when he rides for the first time. I will pay for the maintenance fee."
The staff member looked at the exaggeratedly thick stack of banknotes, and then at Marron's innocent little face, unable to say a word.
Marron hid behind Krillin and asked softly, "Dad, can we... can continue to play?"
Krillin sighed and rubbed her head, "Yes, but next, you can't use force on any metal products."
"Understood!" Marron immediately raised his hand and assured.