Regular Show Meat Your Maker Novels & Stories

“Here’s how you can thank us for the donation, Kas. Help me make your husband’s favorite food. A couple weeks ago, the producer called and asked Bronx what his absolute favorite meal that you make. And do you know what he told us?” I look at Bronx directly in his crisp apple green eyes. The entire audience disappears and all that’s left is him. He gives me a lopsided grin that makes my heart skip. “Beef Wellington, Ramona.” Bronx smiles and nods, clapping along with the audience. “That’s right. So that’s what we’re going to make today!” She says in a sing-song voice. “Now, I’m sure at home, you make the pastry by scratch. Because you’re Kas Mason, so of course you do. This is a one hour show

Haley was speechless. After a moment, Shane added, "Well, at this price, fresh, high-quality meat is unlikely. The owner has to make a profit somehow." Haley's lips twitched slightly, deciding not to continue the conversation.

He watched as I mushed down my food. “Taste good right ?”. I nodded, “ Yeah, but my restaurant food taste better, I got a good review from a trusted source.” He puffed out air from his mouth making his cheeks to look big for a while. “There's never a time you won't show off huh.” I shook my head, “ Well, it's in my blood, so why won't I show off.” He motioned to the platter of beef that the shape looked kind of awkward that was suaced, it looked quite delicious and appetising but I won't give Alek the satisfaction he wants.

In the end, he couldn't refuse because what Xiao Chen said made it impossible for him to return the money. “Yes, thank you too!” Xiao Chen closed the door and placed the food on his table. The food prepared by the inn indeed looked luxurious. Even Xiao Chen had never seen the food on the table before—there were some snacks and meat that wasn’t ordinary meat. “Hm? Is this monster meat? Yeah, it’s monster meat, and it’s from the fifth level. It’s truly extraordinary!”

We must look sickly lovey-dovey. I clear my throat and return to my plate. "So, this steak is delicious. Who made it?" Anna beams at me and taps her husband's shoulder. "In this house, Robin is the BBQ and meat master." "Oh, I see!" I try to keep the smile on my face, but damn it—if Robin makes food like this, I must take cooking classes. I can't serve Lynn crap food when she is used to such delicious treats. "It's perfectly made!" Robin grins. "Thank you—I serve only the best for my family!"

Sure enough, Lila spoke up, pointing at Dad and demanding of the host, "He's the one who started it. Why aren't you making him leave?" The host looked at her with pity. "Because he's Mr. Lloyd." At those words, Owen's pupils contracted sharply. There was only one Lloyd at this banquet. The very man Owen had been hoping to meet. Lila fell silent. Owen went quiet too. His legs gave out. He stumbled backward several steps, nearly crashing into the champagne tower behind him. "Are you alright?" Mom supported Dad, then shot me a glare. Knowing I was at fault, I obediently bowed my head in apology.

Yes, I know this moon returns on a regular cycle, but there must be a reason why I feel so strange looking at it. "Ladies, who feel like tasting the meat in advance?" calls Peter from a distance. Of course, he knows I will come running first. Within seconds I am in front of him. "Hey, that was fast. I didn't know you were that hungry, Saray," he teases me. "Come, I'll cut a big piece for you. You deserve it". I hold up my plate and he puts on it several pieces of meat that he cuts off from the hanging beast over the fire. I close my eyes in delight as I put a strip in my mouth. The meat is deliciously pickled and tastes excellent. "Hey, what spices did you use? This is great. You might be a

Doing some random stuff. “You should try this. The classic meatloaf. It’s my favorite.” Henrick handed Irvin the platter that he’d been eyeing since they entered the room. “Thank you.” He took a slice of it and ate a spoonful of meat. Henrick watched him munch and waited patiently for his reaction. “Tasty, right?” “Yeah. I like it.” “Told yah. What else do you want?” His eyes wandered around the table for more but stopped by Irvin.

He’s got several sizable branches he makes a rack out of, then lays the meat across it. “Can’t say I have but not everyone has been friendly enough for a chat,” I say, eager to get some food. He works like he does this sort of thing all the time. I have to admit, cooked meat, not raw, sounds amazing. When the scent tingles my nose, I nearly moan. “It’s gotta be rough out here on your own, I’m not sure if that is good or bad,” I say. He shrugs and comes to sit on the other end of the log. It’s quiet for a long minute, and he rises to turn the meat.

Ashley asked. Maggie placed her fork and knife down. “Let’s do this,” she said, full of energy. They all dropped their cutlery, and the bracelets stopped moving around their wrists. Derek and Fighter exchanged a subtle sigh of relief and pulled their hands out from under the table. “Are you ready?” Fighter asked excitedly. They all nodded. “Go!” Fighter shouted, and everyone picked up a piece of meat with their bare hands. Maggie let out a playful yell as she brought the meat to her mouth. She had never eaten grilled meat with her bare hands, but it seemed like fun.