Lin Chou was checking the system at the counter. The current task completion level was: 034/100.
Sure enough, the same dish and the same person are not included in the calculation. Leng Han ate two dishes, so it was 34.
The group of people had eaten and drank enough, and began to think about the wine Lin Chou used to marinate the wolf meat. The wine was fragrant just now.
"Little boss, compared with this wine of yours, Qingquan Mountain will turn into swill. Why don't you take some out and let everyone see it?"
"That's it, that's it, don't hide your secrets. How much does it cost? Let's all join together and let's make a show!"
Lin Chou rolled his eyes, I still want to take a sip and try it!
"First-order evolutionaries cannot drink this wine."
"Hiss, so powerful?"
Huang Dashan got excited again, "Give me a pot! Little boss, I'm at the second level!"
Everyone stared angrily.
"Ten thousand and a half thousand or one jar?"
Lin Chou also has his bad taste, and it's good to let it out occasionally. As for when to lower the price, it depends on his mood.
Huang Dashan was scared. He had been stuck in the first level of high-level for several years, and all his circulation points were spent on various original items. He really didn't dare to think about 15,000 liquid gold per jar.
"Hahaha!"
Everyone laughed.
"Little boss! I'm at the second level! Give me a bowl!"
"..."
Lin Chou felt refreshed and relaxed, and the red text read "Congratulations to the host for successfully making a recognized dish ~ Fang Wolf Sashimi. It was the first time to successfully make it and enjoy 120% of the special effects of the dish. All attributes are +2. In view of the future apocalyptic chef god
The dignity cannot be lost and some negative effects can be avoided.
Lin Chou twisted his neck, making a cracking sound in his bones. This upgraded pleasure was like a tidal wave.
Huang Dashan could no longer hear the laughter from everyone, and his eyes were fixed on a point behind Lin Chou.
Leng Han walked out, with his half-long hair wet and hanging around his ears. His skin was as crystal clear as snow and stained with water droplets. The camouflage uniform was no longer on him. He only wore a tight elastic vest on his upper body. His slim waist was full, and his waistcoat line was outlined on his abdomen.
It has the texture of an oil painting, showing a thrilling S-shaped curve.
The trousers of the camouflage uniform have been soaked with water and cling tightly to the legs. The high military boots are dark and shiny, and a bold and heroic beauty comes to the face.
Lin Chou thought of the disc he had watched before the Cataclysm, in which she played a female soldier, with a heroic appearance and a sonorous rose, which was exactly the same.
There was a sound of swallowing saliva. As the saying goes, beauty is good for food. It seems that these hunters who have just filled their bellies with salt-baked chicken and are thinking about muscles and women are hungry again!
"snort!"
A cold snort immediately dispersed the messy gazes.
"Gudong" the bald man swallowed his saliva, his eyes almost falling into some deep valley.
Leng Han's face turned dark, and the next second, the bald man let out a scream, fell to the ground and twitched, foaming at the mouth.
Looking around, half of the people in the room were gone in an instant.
"hehe."
"Let's go first, little boss!"
"I'll bring my friends over tomorrow!"
I can't help but run, it's too scary!
Those who know the situation can’t help but think of the legend about the famous military terminator:
It is said that there is a son of a base city management boss. He is a low-level second-level mutant. He can be regarded as a young and promising man with a profound background. Ever since he met Leng Han in the garrison military hunting team, he has never forgotten her and started a crazy pursuit of her.
Leng Han couldn't avoid pursuing her, and it once caused an uproar and everyone knew about it. There were rumors all over the city. Some said that Leng Han had succumbed to the power of the boss's son, and some said that Leng Han was pregnant and had to quit the military.
In the hunting team, some say that Leng Han gained power and was promoted to the youngest lieutenant colonel in Mingguang Base City.
Leng Han somehow learned of these rumors, and her method of dealing with them was very simple. In front of thousands of garrison soldiers, she kicked the boss's son until he vomited three liters of blood. Later, according to an insider, the boss's son
Some key positions were injured, and I will never be able to have a grandson again. I am afraid that the biggest eunuch in history will appear in Mingguang Base City, the second-level high-level mutant father-in-law.
Lin Chou blinked and shook the cold sweat from his eyelashes, "Next, I won't be the same next time."
Leng Han rolled his eyes at him and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"I am leaving!"
Lin Chou was stunned. Did this girl just smile at me?
...
Opening a restaurant as a boss is actually very boring. When there are no customers, you have to wash the greasy dishes with ice-cold water.
Especially in this era when soap has become a luxury product, some people once thought of following the wisdom of their ancestors and washed their clothes with mutated soap locust. As a result, even their hands were corroded.
The system stipulates that the dishes used by customers should be washed once with cold water, boiled once with hot water, and then rinsed a third time with cold water. Lin Chou didn't understand what the second-hand goods system was supposed to do. Why couldn't the order be changed? This wouldn't be easy.
too much?
The answer was "stupid lower primates".
End the topic.
The fat-headed pigeons were brutally attacked. Thirty-five of them, one-fifth, were wiped out in two days. The entire flock was panicked. The only red-crowned pigeon in the flock trampled on it crazily for a whole day without any complaints.
The eggs are probably afraid of genocide and want to create a group of offspring. They are already lying on the ground so tired that they are taking in too much air and not letting out too much.
Lin Chou walked through the portal and went to Market No. 11 to buy some rice, noodles, and fried wolf intestines. A bowl of rice solved the dinner problem.
After the second day, those who had eaten the salt-baked chicken brought a group of people with them. At the end, some were happy and some were sad. Some were broken, some were broken, and some simply gained some strength and left melancholy.
On the fourth day, Lin Chou finally completed one hundred satisfaction surveys.
A festive big red wheel appeared on the retina, divided into seven equal-sized color interfaces without any text description.
"One low-level lottery opportunity, do you want to use it?"
"yes!"
The roulette wheel's pointer spun crazily and stopped in the green area for three full minutes.
"Low-level lottery, green, prize: [Millennium Pure Fragrance Wood Seasoning Box*2]"
"Click!" Two sets of seasoning boxes fell on the console. They were made of jade and exuded a faint fragrance. Each set of seasoning boxes had eight small boxes arranged in two rows. Of course, they were empty.
"Hey, temporary task: As a future chef, how can you leave the seasoning box in the kitchen empty? Please prepare all the seasonings as soon as possible, task countdown, 23:59:59. Failure penalty, random attribute point -1. Task reward, cold
A set of iron knives."
Life is like a coffee table, filled with tragedies. If possible, Lin Chou hopes that it will be filled with all kinds of ferocious control knives to cut the second-hand system into pieces.
Lin Chou was so fed up with the rhetoric about "being the future chef god" Balabala.
"Do you even know how expensive seasonings are?"
"Please host to complete the task as soon as possible, the task countdown is 23:58:55"
"Do you know that you can't even buy sixteen kinds of seasonings even if I sell this shabby shop??"
"Please host to complete the task as soon as possible, the task countdown is 23:58:23"
roll!!!
Lin Chou felt that every mission reward in this second-rate system was a huge pit. Sooner or later, he would have to fill it with his life, but he might not be able to fill it up.
Not to mention the 16-minute seasoning at Market No. 11. If you’re full to death, you’ll also find salt and sugar. If you’re lucky, you might be able to buy one or two chili peppers that haven’t mutated.
To buy these things, you need to go to Market No. 3 in the outer city area.
The reason is not because the pursuit of delicious food or hedonism is so gorgeous, but because this is the end of the world! Most of the animals and plants have mutated!
Just like the guy who uses mutated soap locust to wash his clothes!
Picking these magic plants is not any easier than challenging strange beasts alone, and is even more dangerous!
Salt, sugar, and chili powder are all within acceptable limits.
Seeing a stall selling peppercorns, Lin Chou ran over and asked, "TM four thousand points are in circulation for one or two points. The stall owner said that if you chew one of these peppers, the effect is better than an anesthetic. It can't be used to treat trauma."
With a fragile heart that almost suffered a myocardial infarction, I bought one tael. Fortunately, the stall owner saw that Lin Chou bought a lot, so he took the initiative to reduce the price by 500.
After walking around, Lin Chou saw a place selling soy sauce, which is fermented soybeans and salt. Lin Chou had eaten soybeans, which were not much more expensive than rice. He just bought a barrel. The system had yellow characters, TM is not good! It must be solid seasoning.
, that small box does not contain liquid!
It’s not that I can’t pretend! It’s that I can’t pretend!
After wandering around the No. 3 market for several hours, I finally bought sixteen kinds of seasonings, some with variations and some without variations. After calculating the money, I spent a total of 39,600 circulation points. The one who sells salt-baked chicken these days
The money, the money for the toothy wolf sashimi, the monthly subsidy of 7,000 points from the production committee, plus Lin Chou's savings over the years, totaled more than 50,000 points. More than half of it was wiped out in one go, leaving less than 10,000 points.
Lin Chou clutched her chest and burst into tears, almost burying herself in flowers and composing a poem.