Today's live ammunition practice gave Meg a deeper understanding of this anti-materiel sniper rifle.
First of all, in terms of lethality, this anti-materiel sniper rifle could kill a level-10 giant dragon if it hit a fatal spot within a range of ten kilometers.
Of course, most level-10 powerhouses had sharp senses. After their auras were locked on, most of them would feel something and would not be killed so easily.
The effective lethality range of level-7 and above was thirty kilometers. Beyond that, the power would decrease significantly.
Secondly, the highly technological scope could automatically measure and calculate the environment, replacing the job of an observer and making individual combat easier and more efficient.
However, your target was a living creature, and most of them were powerhouses. Therefore, an excellent sniper had to learn how to make predictions so that your bullet could accurately explode the target's head after traveling dozens of kilometers.
Relying on his strong mental strength and combat experience, Meg's prediction ability was better than most people's.
However, this required high-intensity practice. The accumulated experience could not be made up in a day or two. He still needed more practice.
For a half-native like Meg, the most profound feeling this gun gave him was that times had changed.
This was an anti-materiel sniper rifle that could kill a level-10 powerhouse. An ordinary human could rely on the stand to find a suitable sniping position and rely on the scope to find the target. Then, he could pull the trigger and complete the kill.
Moreover, using one's eyes to find the target without using the aura to lock on was even more difficult to guard against.
Thirty kilometers was already beyond the alert range of the Rodu Palace.
"The underground city is really exciting …" Meg landed lightly on the balcony and stared at the ground.
He wondered what the world beneath the ground was like.
Cyberpunk? Or Utopia?
Although Xi looked like an emotionless robot, her obsession with red braised pork revealed some of her humanity. The possibility of her being a hypocrite was higher.
Moreover, she did not seem to have any mechanical prosthetics visible to the naked eye, nor did she show any obvious extreme thoughts. Overall, she could still communicate normally.
Apart from this gun, what was the underground city like? This made Meg even more curious.
After taking a shower, Meg did not rush back to his room to rest. Instead, he went to the study to write a draft.
In his previous life, he was a self-proclaimed amateur food critic. He believed that his standards were above most so-called gourmets who only knew how to use words.
But now that he thought about those words, he couldn't help but have the urge to go back and beat himself to death.
The words he had said back then had now become his retribution …
After giving up his sharp-tongued comments that he was good at, Meg had now become a gourmet teacher.
How to make the expression of words lively, interesting, and easy to understand, so that readers would want to try it themselves when they read the words, buy the ingredients, cook the food themselves, and make a meal. It was much easier than just dissing.
After finishing the draft, Meg read through it a few times and corrected a few details and typos. Then, he copied it down by hand and considered it finished.
Putting down the pen, Meg looked out of the window. The sky had already turned white, and the morning sun had dyed half the sky red.
It was a new day.
He put away the draft. This was the column draft that he had ordered for ten magazines two days ago. This time, he planned to teach everyone how to cook red braised pork.
Eggplant with garlic sauce was a vegetarian dish, and red braised pork was a meat dish. One meat dish and one vegetable dish. It was suitable for one person.
Of course, it would be perfect if it was accompanied by soup.
Buddha jumps over the wall was too exaggerated and not suitable for daily cooking.
With so many high-end ingredients, if he stewed it at home, he would be heartbroken if he made a mistake.
It had to be a soup that returned to its original simplicity like tomato egg soup. It was easy to learn and tasted good.
Thinking of this, Meg wanted to drink tomato egg soup himself.
After taking a cold shower, he immediately felt refreshed.
After changing into his chef's uniform, Meg went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Meg did not get the recipe for tomato egg soup from the system, but such a simple dish, even without the system, he felt that he could come up with it himself.
In the tomato egg soup industry, there had always been a debate about whether to fry the eggs first or stir fry the tomatoes first before adding the egg into the soup.
In fact, Meg had tried both cooking methods before. It was hard to say which was more high-end. Whether it was good or bad depended on one's taste.
After frying the eggs with lard, they were used to cook the soup. The taste of the soup would be more prominent and delicious, and the soup would also be thicker.
Before turning off the heat, the egg was poured into the boiling soup and let the egg drop into egg florets. Then, a bowl of smooth and tender egg soup would be obtained. It had an excellent texture and was sweet and sour.
Only the children could make a choice. Meg made one serving of each of the two types of tomato egg soup.
At the breakfast table, everyone looked at the two big bowls of egg soup in the middle of the table and was a little confused.
"Father, is this a new dish?" Amy looked at Meg and asked.
Everyone else also looked at Meg.
"Yes, it was an idea that suddenly popped up this morning. This is the first time I tried it. I used two different methods. Everyone, try it." Meg nodded.
The birth of every new dish required a brave warrior to be the taster and give their precious suggestions.
"The color looks very beautiful. It should be very delicious. I want the one that looks like a flower." Amy pointed at the egg soup and said.
"Okay, I'll get a bowl for you." Meg scooped a bowl of egg soup for Amy. The egg florets were evenly dotted in the soup, and it did look better than the fried egg soup.
"I think this bowl smells better. I want to try this bowl." Mia picked up the spoon and scooped a bowl of tomato egg soup for herself.
Everyone made their choice one after another, and the two bowls of soup were quickly divided.
"Huff, huff …"
Amy blew on the spoon and then put the soup into her mouth.
The sweet and sour taste immediately spread in her mouth, making her eyes light up. The smooth and tender egg florets in her mouth and slid down her throat, leaving only a faint fragrance.
"It's so delicious." Amy said as she leaned in front of the bowl and drank spoonful after spoonful. She looked like she was enjoying it, and it made people feel hungry.
Mia held the bowl and blew on it gently before taking a sip.
The rich fragrance of the egg spread in her mouth. The meaty taste of the lard and the fried egg complemented each other. Paired with the sweet and sour tomato, it instantly awakened her taste buds that had been dormant for the night.
It was a delicacy that was hard to resist!
The salt taste was just right. Even in the morning, it was very comfortable to drink.
"The soup with the fried egg is also delicious. I didn't know that egg soup could be made like this." Mia was only willing to put down the bowl after drinking half of it.
Phyllis looked at Meg with admiration. A small egg in Meg's hands could always turn something rotten into something amazing and amazing.
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