Meg waved at the well, and the gift bag of snacks flew up. He grabbed it and placed it on the empty ground beside him.
"It's really a gift bag of snacks!" Amy exclaimed in surprise.
Mag heaved a silent sigh on behalf of the system. Judging from its tone and words, it was clear that the system was acting on its own.
However, Meg could not ignore the performance that it was supposed to perform. He could only squeeze out a surprised smile and say, "It's really a gift bag of snacks."
"Heh, humans are indeed repeaters," a certain real-life experience system said with a sneer.
Amy opened the gift bag. Inside the box were Lay's potato chips, Mimi Shrimp Crackers, Weilong Spicy Strips, Maltese, Coca Cola …
Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. He wondered if the system had found a random convenience store on Earth to pack these snacks.
"How do I eat this?" Amy grabbed a bottle of Coca Cola and shook it before forcefully breaking it open.
Bang!
Before Meg could stop her, the bottle of Coca Cola had been forcefully broken open. The Coca Cola gushed out and drew a rainbow in the air.
Amy's hand trembled, and the half-full bottle of Coca Cola fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Meg caught it in time. He smiled and wiped the Coca Cola off Amy's hand with a handkerchief. "This is Coca Cola, and it's also a Coca Cola. You can't shake it before drinking it. Otherwise, the Coca Cola will gush out."
"A drink that will make me happy?" Amy asked in surprise.
"You'll know when you try it."
Amy picked up the Coca Cola, tilted her head back, and took a few big gulps.
Burp —
Amy put down the bottle and let out a long burp. Then she flashed a bright smile at Meg. "It really does make me happy."
"This is really a good well. It's just like a wishing well," Amy said happily as she covered the Coca Cola.
"Well, if it's obedient, we'll keep it. If it's not obedient, we'll bury it," Meg said with a smile.
"Hehe, alright." Amy picked up the bag of snacks that was bigger than her and slung it over her shoulder as she said, "I'm going to share these snacks with Big Sister Anne. That way, I'll be twice as happy."
The two little ones happily shared their snacks. Meg could occasionally enjoy one or two Mylisu brand elixirs, but he was thinking about the problem of Amy's system.
From the looks of it, this system shouldn't be the kind of system that had a deep grudge, nor was it some perverted choice system. It definitely wasn't the kind of system that would court death so easily.
It allowed Amy to make breakfast, create new dishes together, and learn how to cook … It seemed more like an experiential system.
If that was the case, Mag would feel a little more at ease.
It was a good thing for children to experience more life. They would be able to understand the sufferings of the world and know where the food on their plates came from.
As a human, it was better to have a firm footing on the ground.
If he was as arrogant as he was in his previous life, it would be easy for others to be jealous of him.
Of course, if those chefs who had cursed him to this world saw his current state of being a winner in life, what kind of expression would they have?
Like this: (???? ????? ?)?
Or like this: (?? д?)?
"System, why don't you send a little picture of me with my wife in my arms and my adorable child by my side, slashing my enemies with my flying sword?" Meg said in his heart.
"Does the host want to receive the transmigration package again?"
"Heh, a bunch of narrow-minded people." Meg pursed his lips and gave up.
Life was so wonderful now. He didn't want to transmigrate again, even if he had to go back to Earth.
…
"Chief Editor! The distributor in Chaos City wants us to print an additional 100,000 copies! "an editor said in a trembling voice as he barged into Garland's office excitedly.
"What?!" Garland, who was working at his desk, looked up at the editor in shock.
"100,000 copies! The order from Chaos City. The advance payment has already been sent, "the editor confirmed, and presented a copy of the order form.
Garland looked at the order form thrice, still in disbelief. "How can a single market in Chaos City be so popular?"
The "Whole Foods and America" plan had been running for years. Even the Demon Islands could buy Whole Foods and America's latest periodical.
However, Whole Foods and America's influence was mainly concentrated in the Roth Empire.
The combined sales of the periodical in other regions was only one-fifth of that in the Roth Empire.
Chaos City was considered a good market, with sales of 3,000 to 5,000 copies in a single issue.
After the launch of this periodical, 5,000 copies had already been distributed to the distributors in Chaos City.
He didn't expect him to place an order for 100,000 copies.
"I heard that our new periodical is hard to come by in Chaos City. The second-hand periodical is already priced at 500 copper coins a copy, but it's still priceless," the editor said agitatedly. "Chief Editor, it seems like we're going to create a miracle! The periodical's sales this month have already exceeded 150,000 copies, and all the distributors are still crazily asking for more copies. "
"This isn't a miracle created by us. It's Mr. Mak." Garland couldn't hide the joy on his face, but he was still calmer.
"That's right. Mr. Meg revealed his true identity, and together with the famous recipe of eggplant with garlic sauce that he taught previously, there's such a miraculous sales." The editor nodded in agreement.
"Find a few more printing factories and get them to do their best to print, but they must ensure the quality," Garland said seriously. Garland said with a serious expression, "We've also talked to the distributors. They must not increase the price. Once they do, their distribution rights will be taken back and they will be blacklisted."
"Alright, I'll do it now." The editor left quickly.
Milo sauntered into the chief editor's office, and sat down opposite Garland. He crossed his legs, and said, "I think you should just invite Boss Mag over to write the manuscript for you. Just this sales volume alone has already crushed countless gourmets who have been famous for a long time."
"If I had this ability, Boss would wake up laughing in his sleep." Garland pursed his lips with a smile. "But Boss wants us to go to Chaos City again and try to get Mr. Mak to write for us on a long-term basis. If that doesn't work, he can provide us with material."
"I'm just a freelance writer. Is it really okay for me to go on a business trip every time?"
"There's enough money this time. Meals, foot washing, and back scrubbing will all be reimbursed."
"Alright. Even if it's a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, I'll go with you!"
…
"Mr. Mak's literary talent is really not bad. The rhetoric isn't fancy, but it's just right. It's less greasy. It's simple and easy to understand. Even I, who have never cooked before, feel like I can do it after reading it, "Vanessa said with a smile as she sat in the horse-drawn carriage and flipped through the magazine in her hand.
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