Regular Show Meat Your Maker Novels & Stories

A burly vendor with a thick beard grinned as we approached, wiping his hands on his apron. “What can I get for you, ladies?” he asked, eyeing us with amusement. Clara elbowed me. “Go on, pick something good.” I straightened, letting the excitement of the moment take over. “Something bold. Something unforgettable.” The vendor’s grin widened. “I like the way you think.” He reached down, grabbed a cut of marinated meat, and slapped it onto the counter with a satisfying thud. “This,” he declared, “will change your life.”

Martin ran out at the chance to ride the cart. Mira quickly put an old gown over her dress and sat to cut the meat. She cut the leg into the rump with enough meat for her parents, a generous center cut for Aunt Beth and the shank for them. Even after cutting it into so many pieces, there was still enough for them for several days.

He bet the twins won't have a chance to give the answers . " Let's begin... " The game starts as the boys laugh at their friends when he can't give the right answer . Moo Shang slowly approachs the male workers who brought the four roasted machine with the marinated half cooks full bodies of tiger , pig , deer and lamb . Moo Shang looks at the tiger's body and frown . So he ask curiously " How many hours more for these meats to cook properly ?" " Half hour first young master ...the others fifteen to twenty minutes ." The leader of the roasted team answer him .

"Ms. Simpson, why aren't you eating? Oh, right—all these ingredients came from the cheap food you sell on your livestream. "I stayed up all night ordering them and putting these meals together, so everyone could see who you really are!" So, here it came. I kept my expression calm, but my mind reacted. When I opened the box earlier, something already felt off. The meat inside was all semi-processed, and the corn clearly came out of a can. Coincidentally, those exact items were part of my recent livestream products, so I held back and didn't eat. Sure enough, Gracie was just waiting for a chance to make a scene and embarrass me in front of everyone.

I know exactly what they’re doing, but I’m amused by Sandra’s disgusted expression when she asks, “What are you doing?” “Making shit on a shingle,” Liam responds excitedly, ladelling even more gravy on his plate. “WHAT?” Sandra squeals. “Shit on a shingle. It’s a military mess hall staple,” Gael explains, taking a bite and closing his eyes like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Only thing my cook could actually make taste good,” Karamea says, adding copious amounts of pepper. “Heard that,” Hakeem says, shoveling food into his mouth.

It's definitely harder to quit cold turkey. I jump in the shower to get ready for my day. Working at the butcher shop wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I have become an expert butcher. I can tell you which meat is which without labeling. Whether they are supplemented, grass-fed, or fed steroids and hormones for bigger production. I have turned so many sources of bad meat away that the werewolves running the place had no idea they were bad.

I glanced down on the ground, the Doc Martens that Leah gave was soaking a bit, holding my smile. “Let’s go?” I heard him say. I nodded his way and followed him towards the stall as he carried the huge meat. The meat was almost the size of half of my body, I was amazed how strong he is despite his skinny features. I quietly walked behind him as passersby looked my way. “Are red eyed guys like me really rare in this area?”, I shyly asked Mike.

“Seems like a waste of divine power to let it sit idle when there’s hungry mouths to feed.” Everyone turned to me. I blinked. “You want me to… magic the meat?” Brad leaned against the counter, arms crossed like he was dead serious. “Unless you’d rather gut potatoes.” I squinted at the steaks. “I’m not sure cooking by emotional manifestation is in the Moon Goddess’s guidebook.” Janet chimed in from the sink, drying dishes. “Couldn’t hurt to try?” I sighed, stepped forward, and stared at the meat. Okay. Cook, dammit.

"Alright!" I wash my hands thoroughly under the pump and step into the small kitchen area. I start kneading the flour and water into a smooth dough, letting it sit to rise. The exact moment Ronan strides in, I hand him a heavy iron blade and have his strong paws mince the fresh game meat. The production show's camera drones fly right into the room, starting the live morning broadcast and allowing the entire MoonNet Circle audience to watch us cook together.

I could still detect the disbelief still simmering within his eyes, though he was now trying to hide it. "So, what guesses have you come up with so far?" The slow, almost cruel smile was sent my way. If he wants to dance this dance, fine. I won't back down. "Oh you know, the usual. Lamb, beef, chicken. But we thought it was more exotic than that. Though we've already ruled out goblin and gremlin. That meat is rancid." I sent an equally cruel smile back, displaying my fangs while making sure my words were casual and light. Your move, mage.