Chapter 1388: Chapter 842: Niu Ma and White Feather Chicken Start Fighting_2

"Quick, put that thing away, or if it spills, this lounge will be uninhabitable."

It said, eating and drinking at the same time.

"It’s soul-bound, can’t put it away. Don’t worry, it won’t spill, it’s covered, not a whiff will escape, just waiting for the big moment."

Liu Zheng grinned sinisterly.

"Whoever messes with you is truly unlucky."

Niu Ma said sincerely. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

When one’s strength reaches a certain level, they cherish their reputation, dying in honorable combat, no matter how gruesome, is a tale of valor when spread around.

After all, death in the Metropolis isn’t necessarily the end; those who enter the cemetery boast until their souls dissipate.

But if one is stunk to death by the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup, it’s a scandal that’ll make them the laughingstock until their soul vanishes.

"So it’s best for everyone not to mess with me, love each other, and have a harmonious Metropolis."

Liu Zheng replied casually.

"Since you’re here, can you help me make a call to Napoleon?"

Niu Ma had no choice when not around, but must pay attention to hierarchy when present.

"You’re really demanding."

Out of consideration for the Unlucky Coffee, Niu Ma still made the call for him.

"A newbie is looking for you."

Niu Ma said, then tossed the phone to Liu Zheng.

"What’s up?"

The voice of White Feather Chicken rang out.

"I bought some Unlucky Coffee for you and your colleagues in the kitchen, do you have time to come get it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No time, let Niu Ma bring it over."

White Feather Chicken replied.

"Alright. By the way, there’s something else I’d like to ask for your help with."

He said.

"Speak."

"The Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup is ready; I’d like to borrow a pot from you to store it."

Liu Zheng said.

"I’ll be right over."

White Feather Chicken hung up.

"... Boss, did it just say it didn’t have time?"

He looked at Niu Ma.

"I don’t know, I just know you cheekily gave me a task."

Niu Ma said with a tone of displeasure.

"Come on, Boss, you might have misheard."

Liu Zheng played dumb.

"Hand over another case, or it’ll be insubordination for you."

Niu Ma took the opportunity to extort.

"Wow, spending a day with your wife, your cultural level has improved."

He teased and handed over another case.

"Yeah, it’s only because I’m busy with work that I have no time to study, otherwise I’d at least be an associate professor by now."

Niu Ma bragged.

"Sure, I believe you."

Liu Zheng glanced at its pile of trashy magazines and tabloids dismissively.

A few minutes later, the door to the lounge was knocked on.

He opened the door, and sure enough, it was White Feather Chicken.

"Where’s the soup?"

White Feather Chicken asked straightforwardly.

"Here it is."

Liu Zheng picked up the soup pot from the floor and handed it over.

White Feather Chicken sniffed slightly, showing both disgust and delight on its face.

"Yes, that’s the smell, and even stronger than I remember. Did you add more ingredients?"

It gathered its composure and asked.

Given White Feather Chicken’s skills, even with the cover of a hand-me-down soup pot, it could smell the broth inside.

Even for it, this high-powered version of the Most Smelly Soup was a bit too intense.

"Nope, just used better ingredients."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"You can borrow the pot."

White Feather Chicken said.

"Thank you, head chef."

"I want half of the soup."

It said.

"I’m afraid I can’t give you half; I promised the Tomb Guardian to save him a portion."

Liu Zheng said with difficulty.

"Then a third."

White Feather Chicken didn’t insist.

"That’s no problem."

This time he agreed readily.

"Bring out the Unlucky Coffee too."

White Feather Chicken said.

"Alright. Infinite Heavenly Venerate."

Liu Zheng took out the portion for the kitchen.

"I’ll be back in ten minutes."

White Feather Chicken put everything inside its chef’s hat and walked away with large strides.

Ten minutes later, it showed up at the lounge door on time.

"Here’s the pot you wanted."

It took off the chef’s hat and pulled out two soup pots from inside.

The two soup pots were identical, both red enameled cast iron soup pots.

"The amount of soup is the same in each, make sure to return them after use, and if you break them, I’ll use your skull to make soup."

The White Feather Chicken said.

"Chef, you haven’t installed surveillance on me, have you?"

Liu Zheng asked with a strange expression.

"Hmm?"

"I just smashed a Gaba Bowl."

He told the White Feather Chicken about what happened at the cemetery.

"What a waste!"

Before the White Feather Chicken could respond, Niu Ma spoke up first.

"If you didn’t want it, you should’ve given it to me! If I had that thing, I’d quit delivering takeout and hit the casinos to make a fortune every day."

Niu Ma lamented.

"Indeed, a waste."

The White Feather Chicken, for once, agreed with Niu Ma.

It wasn’t interested in making money with the Gaba Bowl, but thought it would be quite interesting to use it as cookware.

"Well, no choice. It’s already smashed. I can’t just make two new ones for you."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Next time you come across something like this, don’t act on your own. You’ve had your fill, but don’t forget your boss is still starving, hic~"

Niu Ma belched with a taste of latte.

"You should brush your teeth; your mouth smells worse than that soup."

The White Feather Chicken showed a disgusted expression.

"How can you, a creature that can’t even tell its head from its tail, have the nerve to say that to me?"

Feeling embarrassed by his underling’s words, Niu Ma immediately retorted.

"Oh, the usual spot?"

The White Feather Chicken sneered.

"The usual spot then, who’s afraid of you?"

Niu Ma showed no fear.

"I’ll give you ten minutes to warm up, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance when I beat you to tears later."

The White Feather Chicken said.

"No need, I won’t even open my eyes to beat you."

Niu Ma said arrogantly.

"If you won’t use those eyes, I might as well pluck them out for you. Catch."

The White Feather Chicken tossed something to Liu Zheng and then strode away with Niu Ma.

"They’re really going to fight?"

Liu Zheng looked baffled.

Anyone would think they started fighting over a sip of soup.

Ah well, let them be. They won’t kill each other anyway.

He shook his head and looked at the item in his hand.

It was a blue non-woven fabric mask, looking very similar to a medical mask from the real world.

"Name: Delicious Mask (Disposable)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect 1: When used on the front, the target’s sense of smell is completely blocked for three minutes."

"Effect 2: When used on the reverse, the target’s sense of smell sensitivity is increased tenfold for three minutes."

"Note: On that day, the greediest dog in the village went mad."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Goodness!"

Liu Zheng exclaimed out loud.

This thing is obviously meant to be used with the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup.

He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to smell the Most Smelly Soup with a sense of smell that’s ten times more sensitive — it’s bound to be a nightmare worse than Hell.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

With a heart full of reverence, Liu Zheng packed away the soup pot and mask.

With nothing else to do, he continued writing documents for Ace.

After finalizing the template, Liu Zheng took a picture and sent it to Ace.

"Awesome, with this, I just need to fill in the data. Brother Zheng, you’re the best!"

Ace quickly called him back.

"Then go ahead and fill it in, let me know if there are any changes needed."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Alright."

After hanging up the phone, he resumed playing on the game console.

All the way until Ghost Hand climbed in, and Niu Ma didn’t come back.

"Could those two have been pretending to fight but actually went off somewhere to slack off?"

Liu Zheng wondered suspiciously.

Even though Napoleon isn’t like this chicken, as they say, you become like those you’re close to. Being led astray by Niu Ma was still possible.

He handed Ghost Hand a cup of Yangzhi Ganlu and a butter pineapple bun, then picked up the takeout order.

"Dish: Beef Skin Sashimi"

"Address: Wild House, Building 3, Apartment 502."

"Ordered by: Gong Baiyi"

"Time Limit: One hour"

"Beef skin? Sashimi?"

Why not just buy a cow and gnaw on it? It’d be fresher than sashimi. Truly, the tastes of Metropolis residents are beyond understanding.

Liu Zheng shook his head and walked out of the resting room.