"Ah, I really didn’t expect Doraemon to be so stingy," Chen Ze muttered, curling his lip. No matter what he had just said, Doraemon was unwilling to give him the If Phone Booth, after all, giving sothing that could easily change the world to an adult was still very worrying.
"You’re not Nobita, and when I’m with Nobita, I can still keep an eye on him. But with you, I can’t be sure it’s safe," Doraemon flatly refused Chen Ze’s request, which left Chen Ze quite disappointed.
"But the outco was still good, after all, to tell the truth, I didn’t expect to get this thing," Chen Ze said, looking at the SCP-500 in his hand with a satisfied smile.
In the end, Chen Ze still managed to swap with Doraemon for the Multiplying Potion, but there were a lot of conditions, and Doraemon had to be the one to apply the drops himself, and then personally control the amount.
When Doraemon saw the Panacea, he was utterly baffled. He didn’t understand why Chen Ze would want to multiply this particular dicine—he thought he might be asked to multiply so gold or jewels instead.
Even though Doraemon was puzzled, he still dropped the potion on and was ready to use the Antidote Potion to deal with the pills at a mont’s notice.
However, it was quite miraculous that the Multiplying Potion only caused the Panacea to double twice, turning one Panacea into four, and then it stopped working.
Looking at Doraemon, who had a puzzled expression on his face, Chen Ze sent both Doraemon and Nobita on their way.
"Could it be the result of the rules clashing?" Chen Ze wondered, looking at the bottle in his hand, which contained three Panaceas—the ones that had been multiplied.
Chen Ze was not sure if the potency of the Panacea had been diminished after being multiplied, but to be on the safe side, he kept these pills in a separate glass bottle, while the real Panacea was stored in another container.
"Manager, Lindsay’s ga seems almost ready," Betty said, standing idly in the restaurant, with nothing to do after having washed the dishes.
"Good, let her send the ga when it’s ready, and I’ll help her upload it," Chen Ze nodded. It seed that ’Strange and Mysterious’ could officially go on sale, saving those players from bombarding the forums with posts, demanding updates all day.
"They play gas at such high speed. Lindsay even compressed a lot of side quests," Betty, naturally, had also been following her good friend’s ga, so she was well aware of how many people were playing it.
"Well, they are gars after all. Nothing strange about that," Chen Ze waved his hand dismissively.
Players are a very peculiar group of creatures. Firstly, so players can reach the level where "spending money on gas is as normal as breathing," treating money like dirt, and not a few have angrily spent millions just for ga characters.
Like a certain strear who accidentally saved Selya and then blew the amount equivalent to a luxury car on enhancents.
So players have reached the level where they find working 996 unbearable but find playing a ga 007 enchanting. For them, grinding in gas is the biggest motivation; no matter how boring the ga or how grinding the tasks, it’s just a matter of ti.
Therefore, Chen Ze had always thought that if the real world could be like gas, where one could see the results of their efforts, would that not lead to a large number of academic masters?
After all, being able to see a " 1... 1" math score indicator appear before one’s eyes while reading a math book or solving math problems would certainly motivate students.
"Eh? But now that I think about it, doesn’t my system seem quite similar?" Chen Ze paused, realizing that what supported him as a chef was precisely the experience bonus he saw after completing a dish.
Although the custors also played a big part.
"Mr. Manager, what delicious food do we have today?" a very steady voice asked.
"Welco to the Dream Restaurant, Professor, please take a seat," Betty’s voice also ca through.
Chen Ze poked his head out and indeed, he saw Professor Jas Moriarty sitting with a smile on his face.
"Professor Moriarty? Your companion isn’t with you today?" Chen Ze was a bit curious, as the Professor’s loyal assistant Moran was always by his side in the past.
"Moran had so affairs to attend to. Do you have black tea?" Moriarty asked amiably, still smiling.
"I’m sorry, we’re still out," Chen Ze shook his head.
"Then I’ll have a light cheesecake and a suitable drink to go with it," said Moriarty, who wasn’t discouraged but instead made another request.
"Of course, but before that, Happy Dragon Boat Festival," said Chen Ze with a smile, handing a ham zongzi to Moriarty.
"Dragon... Dragon Boat Festival? The Eastern people’s festival, oh, I rember it commorates a great patriot poet," said Moriarty, once again displaying his erudition, before he peeled the zongzi leaves and slowly took a bite.
Watching Moriarty smiling, Chen Ze returned to the restaurant to start making the light cheesecake.
This dessert, which he had first learned to make, was sothing Chen Ze believed he could make with his eyes closed, so he wasn’t too worried about it.
Chen Ze was pondering over what would be the appropriate drink to pair with the cheesecake for Professor Moriarty.
In Chen Ze’s opinion, the best pairing for desserts like cakes was milk; a bite of cake followed by a sip of milk softened the cake and brought out a unique texture.
But Chen Ze didn’t want to serve Moriarty milk, as such a pairing was too mainstream, and besides, so people are lactose intolerant and might get diarrhea from drinking milk.
"Too sweet a drink won’t work either, as the light cheesecake is already quite sweet," Chen Ze shook his head, eliminating several drink options in his mind.
Chen Ze opened the fridge and looked inside, finding so fruits, from peaches to cherries, and even a Black Diamond waterlon.
"This damn cherry, might as well use it to make juice," Chen Ze said to himself, looking at a box of cherries with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
The cherries were probably the fruit purchase that Chen Ze regretted the most, without a doubt.
He even liked durian quite a lot, but as for cherries, Chen Ze felt it was a loss.
It’s not that cherries tasted bad; after all, as a type of cherry, they are quite flavorful and rich in sweetness.
However, the price tells a different story, with a pound of cherries often leaving other fruits in sha, especially when cherries first beca popular, with a kilogram costing over a hundred yuan not being unusual.
It wasn’t until later that Chen Ze found out that cherries were actually just regular cherries which had been renad to sound more exotic upon being imported to Huaxia, leading them to be considered a luxury good.
Humming to himself, Chen Ze washed the cherries clean and tossed them into the juicer.
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