Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Back in the lounge, he immediately took out some dried fish and devoured them.

"You little rascal, you're eating all by yourself! You don't even share some with me."

The ox and horse said with dissatisfaction.

Although it doesn't particularly like dried small fish, it shouldn't encourage the unhealthy practice of not making offerings.

"I'll definitely do it next time, but I'll let it go this time. If I give you any more, I'll never grow taller again."

Liu Zheng said.

"Why be so tall? Your boss has become an outstanding employee three times."

"Come on, you're much taller than me when you stand up."

He rolled his eyes.

"That's true, you're not bad at all."

"I'm so proud of myself," Niu Ma said smugly.

After eating most of a bag of dried fish, Liu Zheng finally grew back to his original size.

While the cow and horse's attention was drawn back to the pornographic magazine, he quickly stored the dried fish into his system space.

"Hey bro, you've been watching for a few days now, has your rehabilitation been successful?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"It's so-so, it's all because the quality of the models in the last few issues wasn't high enough."

"The ox and horse said."

"Should I order a few books for you when I deliver takeout?"

"What do you want me to do for you this time?"

The cows and horses raised their eyes from the six pairs of breasts of the golden-haired heifer.

"Go to Napoleon's place and buy me a whole worm feast, and some good wine too."

"You were in the kitchen just now, why didn't you tell it yourself?"

"I told them, but they rejected me."

He shrugged.

"Serves you right, now you know your connections are unreliable."

The cattle and horses said gleefully.

"Of course, how can my meager connections compare to the network of relationships you've cultivated over the years?"

Liu Zheng offered flattery.

"Hmph, good to know. Forget about the whole insect feast. I heard about it when I was still in the kitchen. There's only one left, it's extremely rare. Even if you give me another vacation voucher, I still won't be able to get it."

The ox and horse shook their heads.

The Vlad III limited edition is certainly far more precious than the whole insect, but there are still some in stock on the market.

Even if the Vlad III limited edition is finished, you can catch other vampire dukes, princes, or the like to brew more.

Vampires are a minority race in Metropolis, but their absolute numbers are still considerable.

There are a bunch of things in the cemetery that have existed for who knows how many years, they've just been sleeping.

When the trend of drinking vampire blood wine takes off, there will naturally be those fearless people who will dig up their graves.

"Looks like we'll have to ask someone to order takeout then."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Among his acquaintances, only fishermen and novelists could afford this level of takeout.

I'll call the fisherman first, and if that doesn't work, I'll ask the novelist.

"And what about good wine?"

he asked.

"The alcohol is fine, but you know what I mean."

The ox and horse chuckled.

"Boss, you've made so much money, how can you still be thinking about my little kickback? Have you no shame?"

"That's quite a lot. Besides, do you think everyone is like you, where you only have to worry about yourself and your family?"

The ox and horse said dismissively.

No one would complain about having too much money; even the dead in cemeteries want high-grade offerings.

"Okay, okay, then could you also buy me some juice and cake while you're at it?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Are you planning to send those other lovers to me this time?"

Niu Ma looked like he was looking for gossip.

"Not necessarily, it depends on the situation."

He planned to go to the sewers first to see if he could run into Red Ghost.

If you encounter it, give it juice and cake and see if it can help you order takeout.

A big shot of his caliber should have no problem ordering takeout at the level of a top-tier dinner party.

If you can't find it, then it depends on whether it's the novelist or the vampire girls.

"Too many choices, huh? Pah, you scumbag."

Niu Ma spat at him and then left the lounge.

As soon as it left, Liu Zheng called the fisherman.

"father in law."

"Don't call me father-in-law!"

Even through the phone, the fisherman's roaring spittle almost sprayed onto his face.

"Okay, Old Deng, could you order me a whole insect feast for takeout?"

Liu Zheng readily accepted good advice.

"If you were one of my men, I could beat you up ten times a day. Never heard of that? What level are you?"

The fisherman asked.

"It's probably a second-tier banquet."

He said.

"I can't order that. My injuries from last time haven't fully healed yet. After the sewers cleaned my guts, the fishpond started to riot. I need to save my strength to suppress it."

"That's what the fisherman said."

What does cleaning up the digestive system have to do with fishponds?

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"Are you an idiot? What do you think fish in the sewers eat?"

"Oh, I got it."

Although he didn't want to understand at all.

"Then prepare some big fish for me, I'll come and get them later."

He settled for second best.

"That's not a problem. They've killed quite a few of them themselves."

"That's what the fisherman said."

Each time the sewer is emptied, some of the fish in the sewage river and other creatures on the shore are killed, and some starve to death.

Those populations with a relative advantage will be able to stand out and continue to reproduce.

This cycle repeats itself, and it's part of the sewer ecosystem.

Of course, fishermen will also artificially preserve some of the less advantageous but particularly useful populations.

That's how he cultivated those strange, functional fish in his fishpond.

"Then prepare some of the less desirable ones and some of the better ones."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

The best quality ones are given to white-feathered chickens, and the worst quality ones are given to calico cats.

Given the proud and arrogant nature of white-feathered chickens, they probably wouldn't use fish of inferior quality as ingredients.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng called Guokou Tangzi again.

"Napoleon has accepted your challenge, but if you lose, you must give him the whole soup pot."

"And what about the stakes?"

Guo Kou Tangzi did not refuse immediately.

"A flower basket with the words 'Congratulations to Napoleon, head chef of Bloody Restaurant, on the reopening of Extreme Flavor Group. May you regain your reputation and reach new heights soon.'"

Liu Zheng recounted the white-feathered chicken's words in their entirety.

"This"

The four seasoning enthusiasts on the other end of the phone looked at each other in bewilderment.

If the conditions were different, even if the stakes were legendary kitchen utensils like the Eternal Spirit Knife or the Dragon-Turning Pot, they would risk their lives to oppose it.

But White Feather Chicken's bet really hit the nail on the head for the Extreme Flavor Group.

Being stripped of their signboard means that members of the Jiwei team can no longer operate a catering business; at most, they can do some auxiliary industries related to catering.

With this flower basket, it was as if the Bloody Restaurant had given its endorsement, and the ban on the Extreme Flavor Group was lifted.

If they can win a prize in the food competition, they can even legitimately take back the signboard.

For the Extreme Flavor Group, this was nothing short of a resurrection.

Although all these years they have been engaged in traditional gangster businesses such as protection money collection, debt collection, and lending.

But only the members of the Extreme Flavor Group know that what they really want to do is to be chefs.

"Okay, I agree!"

Guo Kou Tangzi said firmly.

"When? What are the competition details?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Even if we're just comparing how to cook soup, there are many details to discuss.

"Right now, the competition involves making soup, and the main ingredient can be chosen from the following ten ingredients."

"Wait a minute, let me take notes."

As Guokou Tangzi spoke, he wrote, eventually filling several pages.

Liu Zheng didn't understand the rules of cooking competitions, but since Guo Kou Tangzi dared to mention it, there shouldn't be any problem.

"Okay, call me when you're done. If I'm out, just come pick it up; if I'm at a restaurant, just order takeout."

"it is good."

Although ordering takeout is a considerable burden for Guokoutangzi, it's nothing compared to the revival of Jiweizu.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng stared at his phone screen for a long time before finally pressing the number.

Chapter 177 I Want to Take Our Relationship to a Higher Level