"Whoa, it's a waste of your talent if you don't open a restaurant with your skills!”Little Chef Huang was holding a steamed bun in one hand and a crab in the other. His cheeks were puffed up, but he still couldn't help but praise.
Chu Xiaoxiong rolled his eyes at Chef Huang and complained,"As the chef of the mushroom house, you actually want the guests to personally cook. If I had known earlier, Shell and I wouldn't have come!”
"You don't know!"
"Yan Ming, that idiot. A pound of meat costs hundreds of corn. I'm also in despair!”Little Chef Huang wanted to cry.
Chu Xiaoxiong rolled his eyes and picked up some food for Xiao Shuang. He said gently,"It's so delicious. I'll get Chef Huang to cook something delicious for us tomorrow!”
"Little Chu, you can't do this without accumulating your skills over time. You still have to write novels. How can you be the salted fish king?”He Sansui asked in confusion.
Chu Xiaoxiong stopped eating and his expression slowly turned ugly. Going to Peking University was the system's mission. As long as he graduated from Peking University in a year, the system would cover up for him about the Empty Pearl.
As for learning how to cook, he couldn't always trouble Elder Fan. He could also treat Xiao Shuang's anorexia. What could he do? One was his life, the other was his girlfriend's life. Could he say no?
At this moment, Xiao Shuang looked at Chu Xiaoxiong in disdain and complained,"He's really a salted fish. He didn't leave his house for more than half a year last year. Even if he did, he wouldn't go beyond 200 meters in the neighborhood. This year, he's fine. He stayed at home for at most a month and a half!”
"Then he's doing it for work, right? Little Chu has to write several novels a year!”Little Chef Huang said in surprise.
"Sob, sob. Boss is really tired. He doesn't even have time to leave the house. No wonder he became an Overgod!”
"Very professional. He deserves to be rich!”
"I haven't gone out for more than half a year. If it were me, I would have gotten depression!”
"The most conscientious author on the internet, 15 chapters a day, 10 million words a year, known as the Tentacle Monster!”
"Amazing, amazing!"
This time, Xiao Shuang was furious. She pinched Chu Xiaoxiong's waist and sneered,"In the first three days of a month, he would write novels and set the settings to automatically update. In the second day, he would deal with other work, and in the remaining twenty-five days, he would be lying dead. Every day, he would either play games or eat snacks!”
"Puff!"
"Let me calculate!"
Little Chef Huang felt awkward for a moment before he started counting with his fingers. Two minutes later, he said in shock,"A chapter of a novel is 3,000 words, 15 chapters a day, 450 chapters a month, 1,300,000 words. He wrote 450,000 words a day without eating or drinking, and he wrote nearly 20,000 words an hour!”
"Tentacle monster, how many words can you write in an hour?”He Sansui said in shock.
Chu Xiaoxiong scratched his head and laughed foolishly."Not much. It's about 40,000 to 50,000 yuan per hour. Anyway, I have to change a new keyboard every month. Otherwise, it will affect my typing speed!”
"D * mn, he's even better than the national shorthand champion. Moreover, he has to think about the development of the plot.”Huang Little Chef and He Sansui looked at each other and sighed. He was indeed a freak who could complete all the subjects of Peking University in one year.
"Damn it, do you think my words are nonsense? I can only sigh at how a conscientious author can finish writing in three days and a month.”
"Forget I said anything. Three days of typing and twenty-five days of rest.”
"Don't you care about what Boss's other job is?”
"Oh right, but who cares? I just finished playing Truman.”
"Same as above!"
"Is it so difficult to make salted fish these days?" said Chef Huang with a sigh.”
"That's right, but I'm the salted fish king. It's just a small matter. I can only live by eating snacks, playing games, and sleeping every day!”Chu Xiaoxiong said matter-of-factly.
As for what he was going to do for the next two days, Huang Chef and He Sansui did not ask. They knew that Chu Xiaoxiong had a big charity. Even if Chu Xiaoxiong did not manage it, he would still go over every month to check on it.
"Good child!"
Little Chef Huang sighed silently in his heart. He felt a sense of guilt as he looked at the crab in his mouth. As the host, how could he let his guest work so hard?
"Whoa, it smells so good!"
"Little Chu, you're still cooking tomorrow. I'll help Jiumeng and Dahua break the corn!”Little Chef Huang took a bite of the crab and a sip of the old white jerky. A satisfied smile instantly appeared on his face.
Chu Xiaoxiong's face darkened as he sneered." Stop dreaming. If it weren't for the fact that Shell hasn't eaten today, I wouldn't have cooked. I haven't cooked for two years. You should be content!"”
"Then what do you eat every day?"
Big Light's mouth was full of oil, and he was even stuffing white buns into his mouth. Only now did he know what food was. Chinese cuisine could not be compared to Korean kimchi, Maple Leaf beef, and sardines.
What did he eat in the past? Was he fed to pigs?
Chu Xiaoxiong rubbed his stomach and said calmly,""The shell is my breeder. Don't ask me why, because I'm a salted fish!”
"Yo, Xiao Shuang learned how to cook?" Little Chef Huang said in surprise.
Xiao Shuang blushed and nodded. She said shyly,"Nian Xiong cooked for me for a year, and I've learned it!”
"Alright, Little Chu, didn't you graduate from Peking University's civil engineering department?”
"Build a stove for us tomorrow. I'll try your cooking tomorrow!”Little Chef Huang's ego swelled up. He rubbed his beer belly and began to order around arrogantly.
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