Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 42 God's Tongue (Youth Edition)
After canceling the transfer.

Looking at that greeting that needed to be censored throughout.

Chen Baiyu remained calm and silently decided to seek out this sheep again next time.

You have fulfilled your responsibilities as an experimental subject, and I am very satisfied.

But you speak without thinking, and I'm not happy about it.

In a moment of casual contemplation.

Chen Baiyu will now summarize the experiment for the time being.

The experimental results are very clear.

Online transactions are effective, and even an extremely small amount like one cent can trigger the effect.

Once the transfer was cancelled, the other party's attitude instantly returned to normal.

The increased trust level seems to be cleared instantly. It is clear that the trust level is only temporarily increased during the transaction. I wonder if a long-term, installment-payment transaction will keep the other party at a high level of trust throughout the process?
The trust bonus is already in effect when money is transferred unilaterally without being received.

This means he can trigger the trust bonus on anyone he wants, without having to wait for the other party to receive the money and for the transaction to be completed.

As for the performance effect.

A 10% trust level can soften vigilance and increase tolerance, but it can't withstand completely outrageous content. After he talked to Wang Daji about bio-monsters, he immediately lost Wang Daji's trust.

"It's more regular than I imagined."

He muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips.

Although the effects are currently minor, this quantifiable and controllable characteristic makes it even more interesting.

If the bonuses are stacked to higher-level titles, such as the "Wealth Lord" title, would it really be possible to "make people believe whatever you say"?
If you're fighting someone, and halfway through the fight you suddenly send them a red envelope and say something to try and mislead them, would that have a surprising effect?
If it has a miraculous effect.

Perhaps he could carry some red envelopes with him in the future and throw them at enemies?
Once the trust level is high enough, after he throws out the money, he tells the other party, "You are my son." Even if he doesn't make the other party believe him immediately without any doubt, he can probably make the other party stunned for a while and fall into self-doubt.

Think about it this way.

The passive effect that comes with the title is practically a conceptual skill.

This is an absolutely insidious trick that is impossible for anyone to defend against.

While thinking.

The dishes my mom and aunt ordered are finally ready.

Then a waiter pushed a food cart over.

The freshly roasted duck was glistening with oil, its skin gleaming amber under the light.

The chef sliced ​​the duck on the spot, and the sizzling sound of the knife cutting through the crispy skin made everyone's mouth water.

Soon, plates of sliced ​​duck, pancakes, sweet bean sauce, and side dishes filled the table.

"Try it, so many people come here specifically to eat here."

Mom immediately rolled up a pancake and handed it to Chen Baiyu before making one for herself.

Chen Baiyu took it and took a big bite.

The crispiness of the duck skin is undeniable; the fat melts in your mouth, leaving a slightly charred aroma.

But for some reason, the aroma felt a bit cloying as soon as it went down my throat.

He savored it carefully. The sweetness of the sweet bean sauce overpowered the freshness of the duck meat itself, the pancake lacked chewiness, and even the scallions had a slightly wilted, watery taste.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

My aunt also came over to ask.

Chen Baiyu nodded vaguely: "It's alright."

But in my heart I was thinking: It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just that... it's not that amazing.

He picked up another piece of duck skin dipped in white sugar, trying to savor the legendary "melt-in-your-mouth" texture.

It was indeed crispy, but the combination of sweetness and oiliness made it taste monotonous, far inferior to the roast duck with beer from the little shop I remembered from my childhood. Has my taste changed?
Yes.

The changes after reaching level 2 in physical fitness are not only in strength and speed, but also in the amplification of the senses.

His sense of taste became more acute.

It's like the God Tongue of the female protagonist in a certain food anime, possessing an extremely sensitive sense of taste that can be described as extraordinary.

However, it doesn't have the exaggerated feeling of God's Tongue to fully appreciate the chef's emotions in the dish, nor can it immediately conjure up images in your mind after just one bite.

His is more like a youthful version of God Tongue.

It can make various flavors more prominent and clearer in the mouth.

You can instantly understand the flavors and ingredients contained in a dish.

Speaking of finding a girlfriend with a silver tongue...

Cough cough cough cough...

Chen Baiyu, whose mind had wandered off to the other side, shook her head, quickly reining in her slightly unrestrained thoughts, and then continued to ponder.

Because of the existence of God Tongue Youth Edition.

The seasoning that used to taste just right now has subtle flaws: the additive taste in the sweet bean sauce, the slight fishy smell of the refrigerated duck meat, and even small lumps of dough that weren't kneaded properly in the pastry...

Of course, the main reason why Chen Baiyu didn't think it tasted very good was that his expectations were too high.

Quanjude's reputation is too great. I've heard countless times since I was a child that "when it comes to Peking duck, you have to eat Quanjude." But when I actually tasted it, I felt that it didn't meet my expectations. The disappointment diluted the taste itself.

This is a very common situation.

Otherwise, why didn't he feel disgusted when he ate the meat pie and then had hot pot with mutton, despite his keen sense of taste? In the end, his tolerance has improved. The reason he was dissatisfied with Quanjude was mainly because he had too high expectations for it.

I even feel that the renowned Quanjude is not as good as the beer and roast duck from the neighborhood near my childhood home.

After all, the current state of Quanjude has left him feeling disappointed.

The beer and roast duck of my childhood have a filter on them.

He still remembers that the owner was a middle-aged man from Shandong who would set up a stall at the alley entrance every afternoon, pushing a tricycle. The ducks were soaked in homemade beer marinade and roasted until the skin was charred black. When you tore them open, the juices would splatter all over your hand.

Under the filter of childhood, like a white moonlight.

He felt that the fragrance seemed to be able to be smelled from two streets away.

Fifteen yuan can buy about half a chicken. Eating it leaves your hands oily. Paired with an ice-cold soda, it's the most satisfying treat in the summer.

In comparison, the exquisitely plated Quanjude roast duck in front of me lacks the authentic, hearty flavor of home cooking.

"Not to your liking?" His mother noticed his expression. "Is it too greasy?"

“A little,” Chen Baiyu said honestly. “I probably prefer the beer-roasted duck from our hometown.”

"How can that be the same?" his aunt laughed at him. "This is Quanjude, it's very famous."

Chen Baiyu did not refute, and took another sip of the duck soup.

The soup was very flavorful, but it always felt a bit too artificial.

Once a person develops their first prejudice, they will develop more and more prejudices.

He put down the spoon.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, and the aroma of roast duck wafted over, mingling with the laughter and chatter from the next table.

Watching her mother and aunt eat with relish, Chen Baiyu took out her phone and started playing.

After confirming the time and location of the acrobatic performance at the Bird's Nest that afternoon, I casually opened a chat group for online novel writers and started chatting.

It must be said that those who work with words are all talented.

The people in this group are so nice to talk to, he loves it here!
(End of this chapter)