Chapter 1387: Chapter 842: Niu Ma and the White Feather Chicken Start Fighting

Since he was already there, Liu Zheng went ahead and bought a bunch of drinks and desserts from Unlucky Coffee.

On the way back to the restaurant, he received a call from Guo Koutangzi.

"The soup is ready."

Guo Koutangzi said.

"So fast?"

Liu Zheng was a bit surprised.

"As long as it’s soup, there’s nothing the Jiwei Group can’t cook perfectly."

Guo Koutangzi said proudly.

Although she borrowed the power of the Heritage Soup Pot last time, after all, she won against White Feather Chicken, at least in the culinary skill of making soup, she was the best in the Metropolis.

"Impressive, impressive. I’ll come over to pick it up now."

Liu Zheng praised, then went back to the clinic.

When he arrived, Guo Koutangzi hadn’t arrived yet, so he played a game of chess with the doctor.

After two games, Guo Koutangzi finally arrived.

"Why are you so late? Did something happen on the way?"

Liu Zheng casually asked.

"I knelt in front of the memorial tablets of the past leaders for a while."

Guo Koutangzi said expressionlessly.

"Ah, that’s nice, building some rapport with the ancestors."

He scratched his head and said.

Guo Koutangzi ignored his nonsense and summoned the Heritage Soup Pot.

"The soup pot’s duplicate will disappear in 24 hours. You need to find a pot that can preserve the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup before then, and let the soup pot’s duplicate merge with that pot."

She said.

"Don’t you guys have one there?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Most of the old cookware is gone. We ordered a batch for the Izakaya’s opening, but it will be a while before they’re delivered."

Guo Koutangzi said.

"Alright then."

Not a big problem, he could borrow one from White Feather Chicken, and just return two later if need be.

"Why don’t I smell anything foul?"

Liu Zheng sniffed and asked.

"Because I used the power of the Heritage Soup Pot to seal the stench, preserving the potency of the Most Smelly Soup to the greatest extent."

Guo Koutangzi said.

She figured Liu Zheng didn’t really want to drink it, he probably planned to use it as a biological weapon.

"Well done. Here’s a reward: some Unlucky Coffee. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Liu Zheng gave her a thumbs up and handed her a food preservation box.

This was one of the benefits after getting a "Black Deer Card," an upgrade from a packaging bag to a preservation box for free.

Unfortunately, the staff stubbornly refused to offer free delivery service to the Bloody Restaurant, otherwise, he would have just ordered it.

"I have a request."

Guo Koutangzi said seriously, taking the preservation box.

"Go ahead."

Liu Zheng also became serious.

"You must not tell anyone that this soup was made by the Jiwei Group, absolutely not!"

"Actually... okay, okay, I won’t say a word."

Guo Koutangzi’s sharp gaze stopped him from continuing.

"So this is the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup, huh."

After Guo Koutangzi left, Doctor Nile came over, looking curiously at the soup pot’s duplicate.

"What, doctor, you want a taste?"

Liu Zheng said as if he was about to open the lid.

"No thanks, please don’t do such disgusting things in my clinic."

Doctor Nile quickly stopped him.

"And you’re messing with excrement every day but find this disgusting?"

Liu Zheng squinted at him.

"That’s different. Excrement itself is clean; I use it for medicine. Your ingredients don’t have anything clean in them."

Doctor Nile rolled his eyes at him.

Not to mention, the snake gall from the Stinky Snake probably had parasites.

"I bet your excrement isn’t that clean either. Infinite Heavenly Venerable, huh?"

Liu Zheng chanted a spell but found he couldn’t store the soup pot’s duplicate.

"This is also a soul-bound extraordinary item; ordinary storage equipment won’t work."

The knowledgeable Doctor Nile said.

"Alright, I’ll just have to carry it by hand."

Liu Zheng shrugged, carrying the soup pot’s duplicate out of the clinic.

He now felt incredibly confident; if anyone dared to pick a fight, he’d ensure they’d be remembered infamously for ages.

Whether it’s the Peacock or Mr. Li, if they dared to come, he dared to splash them with foul soup, let’s see how they’d continue living in the Metropolis.

With this confidence, Liu Zheng returned to the rest area.

"Why are you suddenly acting so arrogant? Is the Supreme Councilman secretly your dad?"

Niu Ma said suspiciously, feeling his aura.

In the Metropolis, the Supreme Councilman was practically like the king of the world; depending on the situation, you’d always have to throw in his name.

Of course, in the real world, you might win over fate, but in the Metropolis, if you dared to curse "fuck the Supreme Councilman," you’d basically be signing off on your next life too.

"Hehe, check out what I’ve got here."

Liu Zheng raised the soup pot in his hand.

"The Supreme Councilman’s rice bowl?"

Niu Ma lifted his eyelids.

"It’s not that amazing, just a soup pot that’s good for making soup."

He shook his head.

"Tch, really? Seeing you act so cocky, I thought you were about to cook me in it."

Niu Ma said disdainfully.

"But it’s filled with a whole pot of the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup."

Liu Zheng continued.

"???

Niu Ma’s eyes popped open wider than its eggs.

"No way, you actually got it all together."

It said incredulously.

"Just the signature items from a mere four landmarks, is that hard to gather?"

Liu Zheng retorted.

"Act smug one more time and I’ll beat you to a pulp."

Niu Ma raised its hoof.

"My bad, my bad. I’ve been holding back for so long, please let me show off a bit, boss."

He quickly conceded.

"I didn’t notice you holding back; you’re living more comfortably than I am as a minister."

Niu Ma quipped.

"Come on, boss, have a drink. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Liu Zheng pretended not to hear and handed it a thermos box.

"You’re sensible, kid."

Niu Ma gulped down a drink in one go, chewing it like bubblegum before spitting it out.