Egg wash, flour, breadcrumbs.
With the holy trinity of frying, anything could be deep-fried. Even the kids next door would drool themselves to tears...
Oh, right. There were no kids next door.
Noah glanced out the window.
Just two months ago, Vice Admiral Shizi, who had been stationed in the New World, had been transferred back to Marine Headquarters, and Ace's custody had naturally been returned to her.
The house next door was empty now.
Garp was gone too.
After Shizi returned, the old man had taken leave from Marine Headquarters and left. He still had not come back, and nobody knew what he was up to.
"All done!"
A moment later, the finished product came out of the fryer.
While waiting for the oil to drain, Noah mixed together some cumin, pepper salt, and chili powder to make a homemade dry dipping mix.
Then he leisurely crossed his legs and sat down, tossing the golden, crispy Rumble-Rumble Fruit into his mouth like popcorn. Every so often, he took a sip of cola, looking utterly blissful...
Only then did the women snap out of their shock.
Watching Noah eat with such relish, while the aroma of fried oil kept drifting into their noses, they felt their own mouths quietly beginning to water.
"This thing... can actually taste good?" Momousagi was still skeptical. "With cooking skills like yours, where even frying an egg can fuse it with the bottom of the pan, you're not just putting on an act to fool us, are you?"
"Of course not. With this classic recipe, forget Devil Fruits—even fried slippers would taste good."
Noah curled his lip.
Then his expression turned strange, as though he had suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Hm?
Why did my voice seem different? It was like I had swallowed an