Meg looked at the broken knife in his hand, and then at the smug fat head fish. He was stunned, and couldn't help but ask in his heart, "System, did you practice the Iron Head Technique with this lousy fish?" "Don't be impatient.
This fat head fish is reared in Lake Karasana in the extreme north of the Norland Continent. It's frozen all year round, and there's an extreme lack of oxygen underwater. In order to survive, these fat head fish use their heads to smash the ice surface every day. After smashing through the ice surface, they obtain oxygen. After tens of thousands of years of evolution, their heads are abnormally hard. Hence, they are also known as the Icebreaker Fish, a level-three magic beast, "the system explained.
"Why bother when it's a problem that can be solved by moving house?" Meg pursed his lips. He looked at the broken knife in his hand, and said, "Where's the knife from yesterday? Seems like this gold-rimmed kitchen knife needs to be eliminated. The one I used last night was quite handy. Just give me one. "
"Ding!"
The system's voice sounded. "The broken kitchen knife has triggered a hidden mission: as the God of Cookery, you must have a peerless kitchen knife that belongs to you. Please head to Issen Castle, find the best knife forger, and forge your own God of Cookery's Knife!"
"That works?" Meg raised his eyebrows, and then shook his head decisively. "System, I refuse this mission! I'm a chef. It's already the year 9012. Who would specially go to the dwarves to find a master to customize a kitchen knife?
As a professional assistant, is there a need for Dad to make a trip personally for a problem that can be solved with money? Tell me, how much was the kitchen knife from last night? "
"The kitchen knife that Dad used previously is called 'Polu.' It's a bone-cutting knife that this system specially designed for you. It's made of the highest grade of titanium alloy …" The system's flattering voice stopped abruptly. It coughed twice, and then said seriously again, "Host, please respect this system. Don't use money to humiliate me. I'm an upright and principled system. For this mission, you must …"
"Double," Meg said calmly.
"Must kiss …"
"Triple," Meg continued calmly.
"Must go personally …"
"Quadruple."
"Must go personally … go … go … go …"
"If you don't want to sell it, then forget it. I don't want to be a dead fish anymore." Mag said nonchalantly as he tossed the fat head fish back into the bathtub after drawing a perfect parabola in the air.
"Wait!" The system raised its voice and said with difficulty, "Host, you must go on this mission! The time limit is three days. Mission failure: Host will be deemed as looking down on knives and will lose the right to use all the knives in the kitchen! Mission Success: Host will obtain a chance to temporarily restore his peak strength! "
Meg, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He asked with some uncertainty in his heart, "System, are you saying that it'll be like the last time, and I'll directly recover to level 10?"
"Yes, it will take ten minutes to restore this body to its peak state," the System said confidently.
"Isn't ten minutes too short? If this enemy talks a little more nonsense, I would have fainted in front of him before the fight even started. You know, some villains really talk a lot of nonsense. "Meg's eyes lit up, but then he said with a troubled expression," How about we add more? "
"Villains talk a lot. You can't blame them for that. Otherwise, all the stories of superheroes would become tragedies." The System pondered for a while and said, "But what the host said is not unreasonable, so the System will consider adding another five minutes."
"Fifteen minutes." Meg thought for a while and nodded. "Okay, I'll accept this mission."
Looking at the three-day countdown that appeared in his mind, Meg began to make the congee with pork and century egg.
When the congee was almost ready, Anna came down from upstairs and walked into the kitchen. She looked at Meg and said, "Uncle Meg, let me help you."
"Anna, don't wake up so early in the future. Sleep more. It's time for you to grow taller." Meg looked at Anna and smiled.
"It's okay. I've slept enough. Uncle Meg woke up earlier than me." Anna shook her head and opened the cupboard. She carefully took out a pile of big bowls and walked out of the kitchen.
Meg looked at Anna's small back. This little girl was good at everything, but she was too sensible. So sensible that it made one's heart ache.
At half past six, Meg opened the door on time and took the big pot out. Then, with Anna's help, he distributed the congee with pork and century egg to the cleaners.
Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, Meg said loudly, "I have something to tell everyone. I'm going out today and might be gone for two or three days. So for the next two days, everyone needs to bring their own breakfast. I'm telling everyone in advance. I hope everyone doesn't forget."
"Mr. Meg, don't worry. We'll take care of it ourselves." Old Jack said with a smile. The other cleaners mostly agreed.
"Didn't you say that we have food every day? Why is it gone after two days … "Elton muttered. He drank a big mouthful of congee and was a little dissatisfied.
This congee was delicious and free. Usually, he would starve every morning. Now, he had to stop eating after two days.
He looked at Mag and rolled his eyes. He stood up with a chuckle, and said to Mag, "Erm … Mr. Mag, we won't have any breakfast after you go out. Why don't we do this? I heard that your congee with pork and century egg is selling for 200 copper coins a bowl, so you can give each of us 400 copper coins for the next two days so that we can have our own breakfast. This way, you'll be paying the same price and we'll be able to eat a hot breakfast. Isn't this problem solved? "
Hearing 400 copper coins, many of the cleaners raised their heads. That was almost a month's worth of their salary. Although they felt that Elton's way of doing things was a little wrong, after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to be wrong. That was 400 copper coins. If they could get it, they could buy a lot of meat.
Meg looked at Elton and suddenly laughed. This guy's level of shamelessness was worse than he thought.
"Elton, you rotten old man, you're very bad!" Old Jack stood up abruptly, and pointed at Elton angrily as he scolded, "Mr. Mag is kind enough to make us breakfast for free. He even woke up early on his rest day just to fulfill a promise. What does he want from you? To pee on your hands or not bathe?
Now that he has something to do and has to go out, you're good. Who do you think you are to have the face to ask him for 400 copper coins for breakfast? If you're so capable, why don't you use your face to sweep the floor?
Even if you don't want your face, we still do. We can't make such a request. Sitting with someone like you and even drinking this bowl of congee, I feel sorry for Mr. Meg. "
"Yes, Mr. Meg is a great person. Don't worry and go out. We'll take care of our own breakfast." Many of the cleaners echoed.
The cleaners who had been tempted earlier all blushed and lowered their heads in shame.
"Damn old man, you're ruining my plans again." Elton looked at Old Jack sinisterly. Seeing that everyone's thoughts had been beaten back by Old Jack's words and that he had become the target of public criticism, he chuckled and looked at Meg. "That … I was just saying it casually. It was just a joke. Mr. Mak, don't take it to heart."
"It's alright. From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to come." Meg smiled at Elton. "This isn't a joke."
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