Seeking Death Weevil

"Wow! Thatch's cooking is so good!" Mary swept through the food on the table with incredible speed yet elegance. Although she knew how to cook, how could her culinary skills compare to those of a professional like Thatch? Seriously, a guy who knew how to cook had a super massive lethality against girls!

"Ze hahahaha! In our pirate crew, Thatch has to cook thousands of meals every day! Everyone loves Thatch's cooking skills. In the entire Whitebeard Pirates, if Thatch says his cooking ranks second, no one dares to claim first!" In front of his sister-in-law, Teach would never stint on his praise for Thatch! Of course, this was also the fact!

"Do you even have the face to say that? Out of the thousand meals I make every day, five hundred of them are Cherry Pie made for you! Go on a diet already! I'm begging you, okay?" Thatch looked at Teach with a helpless expression. Sure, he was a chef who loved cooking, but no matter how much he loved it, making 500 Cherry Pies every day meant making 15,000 in a month! That was 15,000 Cherry Pies! Right now, even if he closed his eyes, he could make Cherry Pies with extreme proficiency!

It had been fine in the past; Teach didn't eat all that many Cherry Pies every day. But ever since he returned from his training voyage out at sea, Thatch's nightmare began!

It had been close to three years since Teach transmigrated into this world (roughly this long, the author doesn't remember very clearly either), and in these three years, he had eaten at least 200,000 Cherry Pies! Among them, 190,000 came from Thatch's kitchen!

"Ze hahahaha! There's nothing that can be done about it! Who told you your skills are so good, Thatch!"