Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, what the hell was ’Fight nobles’? However, Chen Ze instantly thought of a national-level ga, Dou Dizhu.
"You an ’Dou Dizhu’?" Chen Ze asked Betty, looking certain. He could almost be sure it was ’Dou Dizhu’, after all, there were no landlords in the Otherworld, only nobles.
"Mhm, but what’s more amazing is that it got the endorsent of the Church of Light," Betty said with a puzzled expression. That was the Church of Light they were talking about.
The Church of Light, which received large donations from nobles daily, was endorsing a ga called ’Fight nobles’?
Could it really be that tis have changed? This reminded Betty of a joke she had read online a while ago.
"Prince, the Princess has been exiled to Siberia for three years now."
"Has she realized her mistake?"
"No, the Princess joined the Bolsheviks and says she wants to lead the masses to overthrow you, the petty feudal offspring."
This was just like that, only an Otherworld version.
"The Church of Light? That explains it," Chen Ze said calmly as he glanced at his phone. It was already ti to close up.
"Why?" Betty asked, full of curiosity. In her region, every noble had been frantically donating money recently, and she just wanted to ask what the Church was really up to.
"Because there’s an entity I suspect has been taken away by the Pope," Chen Ze thought it was obvious that probably soone like Einstein Newton Tesla had been taken by the Pope back to the Church.
"Eh?" Betty was completely confused, still not getting it.
Chen Ze gave her a look. Although she had Riesel’s backing, if Betty knew too much and started blabbing about it, Chen Ze felt Riesel couldn’t keep her safe either.
"Alright, alright, it’s ti to get off work. You can go back," Chen Ze said, pushing Betty out without further discussion, then locked up.
"Woof woof woof!" Chen Ze looked perplexedly at Ergouzi, the big white dog looking up at him with a pleading face.
Chen Ze felt a bit helpless but still went to the kitchen to get the leftovers, and also cut so beer at for it.
While Ergouzi was easy to deal with, handling Nina was really a problem, and the key issue was that Chen Ze didn’t know which tiline Nina was in right now.
Had she already been discovered by the military of the Fulltal Alchemist, or not?
This was a very serious question; if she had been discovered, Chen Ze was certain that not even the protagonist could save Nina, she would definitely be captured upon return.
After all, that was an irreversible Chira returned to its original state, what did that represent? In that world of equivalent exchange, it represented divine authority.
Not even the protagonist could stand against the villains blinded by self-interest.
Chen Ze sat on the bed, looking at Nina who was sleeping peacefully, and felt his hair thinning. He felt like he was losing another handful of hair.
"If there was a dicine for treating baldness, or sothing to stimulate hair growth, that company would beco a Fortune 500, right?" Chen Ze pinched the bridge of his nose.
Looking at Nina, still deep in sleep, Chen Ze spread out the floor bedding, turned off the light, and decided that since he couldn’t figure it out today, it was better to just go to sleep. Anything else could wait until tomorrow.
Chen Ze yawned and then checked his phone, which still had no signal. He also didn’t know if his sister had added anything else later.
Then Chen Ze’s thoughts quickly drifted away. He suddenly rembered when he used to watch ’Friends’, seeing a Huaxia dish na that got a unanimous good review from Aricans.
"General Tso’s chicken? I think that was the na. Let’s try that tomorrow," Chen Ze rubbed his chin, quite interested in the internationally famous dish.
The next morning, Chen Ze rubbed his eyes and slowly got up from the floor, then he checked on Nina, the little girl was still asleep.
It seed that being synthesized into a Chira had a significant impact on Nina; she couldn’t wake up for the ti being.
Then Er Gou was lying beside her, asleep, but without drooling.
Chen Ze didn’t mind and went to wash up before heading downstairs to open the door.
There was quite a lot to do today, on one hand, he had to cook General Tso’s chicken, and on the other, Chen Ze needed to prepare a high-definition cara, especially since Liu Maoxing, the young master chef, was likely to co over with Ryan later.
That would be Chen Ze’s best opportunity to learn, even though he could film with his phone, he felt the phone’s resolution wasn’t good enough.
"I’ll head out first, buy a cara, and then also check the recipe for General Tso’s chicken," Chen Ze locked the door and then left through the side gate.
"Hmm... Did I lock the door?" Chen Ze suddenly felt conflicted, for so reason, he would occasionally doubt whether he had locked the door properly or turned off the gas.
Although so say this is actually a precursor of a ntal disorder, Chen Ze thought it was better to be cautious, so he went back to check again.
"Let see, the recipe for General Tso’s chicken..." Chen Ze browsed his phone while slowly walking to the supermarket.
After a while, Chen Ze returned to the restaurant with his purchases.
The odd thing about General Tso’s chicken is that, as a traditional Huaxia Cuisine from the Hunan style, the dish’s earliest origins are from Taiwan Province.
Chen Ze always felt that General Tso’s chicken was sowhat reminiscent of fried chicken pieces, and he also discovered that Golden Arches once tried, but failed, to acquire the recipe.
The next year, Golden Arches launched fried chicken pieces—whether there was so PY trade involved, who knows?
These were all rumors, and whether they were credible was still to be investigated.
Following the recipe, Chen Ze quickly made the first serving of General Tso’s chicken.
[You have made a regular General Tso’s chicken, Huaxia Cuisine crafting experience increased by 3 points]
The corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched—only 3 points of experience, it seed a bit little.
Nevertheless, Chen Ze still picked up the chopsticks, intending to taste this Huaxia dish that was popular abroad.
"Manager~ I... Eh? Manager, what are you eating?" Betty excitedly looked at Chen Ze, blinking her big eyes.
Chen Ze glanced at his phone, then at Betty, who had appeared just on ti, and sincerely doubted whether Betty was a Gourt Hunter; why did she always co in just as he started eating sothing?
What’s the deal? I’d like to have a slice of this food radar, please!
"This is General Tso’s chicken..." Chen Ze sighed and added another pair of chopsticks.
"Good~" Betty burst into the kitchen eagerly, while Chen Ze’s chopsticks fell onto the table.
"What’s wrong, Manager?" Betty curiously looked at Chen Ze.
Chen Ze took a deep breath, then said, "You’re quite good at keeping up with the trends, this pale yellow dress and that fluffy hairstyle must have taken quite so effort, right?"
"That’s right, I can also sing~" Betty bead with pride.
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