Big Capitalist

Since he became a demigod, he has never encountered such an arrogant guy.

Killing a chicken, lighting a fire and roasting it in your own garden, does this mean you've lived too long and are tired of living?

Weber had lived for so long and had never encountered such a thing. It was impossible for him not to feel angry, but he was a centenarian after all. He could tell from the back that the man squatting in his garden and making a fire and killing chickens was a student of the academy. There was no need to be so angry with a child, but he still had to learn the lesson.

"Cough-cough-"

Weber coughed, and Merlin shuddered at the sound. He turned around and saw a very kind old man standing behind him.

"Huh, you scared me. How come you walk so quietly?"

Merlin couldn't help but complain. Weber's mouth twitched slightly when he heard Merlin's words. He picked up his cane and tapped the ground.

"What are you doing here?"

Weber was a little surprised. The boy was really handsome. Even the elves, who were known for their handsomeness and beauty, might not be as good-looking as the boy in front of him. He had some of his style back then.

"The food in the school cafeteria is too bad. I was hungry so I walked around the school to find something to eat. I saw some free-range chickens, so I grabbed one and roasted it." Merlin pointed to the fire in front of him. He glanced at the old man in front of him and seemed to have thought of something.

"Old man, don't tell me you raised this chicken. If it was me, I can only say sorry. I will compensate you and treat you to chicken."

Weber felt a little high blood pressure after hearing Merlin's words. Is the food in the cafeteria of their Arcane Academy so bad? And what does "strolling" mean? Strolling chicken?

Isn't this the red-crowned white-feathered chicken he raised? It is a rare species in the Elf Forest, and he has carefully raised each one of them. How do you plan to compensate him?

Weber's forehead was covered with black lines. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the young man in front of him holding a black lump of earth and placing it in front of him.

"It should be almost done. Let me take it apart and take a look."

Merlin wiped his hands which were covered with mud and burnt ash, looked around, and found nothing useful. Seeing the cane in the old man's hand, he grabbed it without saying a word.

"Old man, I don't have anything useful to hand, so I'll lend you my walking stick."

After Merlin finished speaking, he picked up his walking stick and knocked it on the clod of earth. Weber, whose walking stick was suddenly snatched away, looked dazed. That was not an old man's walking stick, it was his magic wand!

bang bang bang-

The demigod's staff hit the clod of earth hard, and Weber was awakened. Just as he was about to stop the boy, he heard a cracking sound, followed by a strong fragrance coming out of the clod of earth.

Weber, who was about to teach Merlin a lesson, stopped instantly when he smelled this scent. What was this fragrance?

Weber was immediately attracted by the smell and forgot what to say. He took a closer look and found that the soil was actually wrapped with lotus leaves.

Merlin couldn't wait to peel off the lotus leaves on the surface, and an even richer aroma hit him in the face, revealing the golden chicken inside. The chicken skin was slightly crispy and shiny, which looked particularly attractive.

"I didn't expect I could actually do it." Merlin blew the hot air on the surface, and the fragrance filled his nose.

The first thing Weber smelled was the fresh aroma of lotus leaves, which blended perfectly with the deliciousness of the chicken, making people feel as if they were in the fresh nature.

As a master alchemist, Weber could naturally smell the aroma of spices such as star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, etc. The addition of these spices made the aroma of the chicken deeper, with a hint of spiciness and sweetness.

Finally, there is the aroma of the chicken itself. After a long period of marination and baking, the deliciousness of the chicken is fully stimulated, exuding a mouth-watering meaty aroma.

Just as Merlin was about to reach out to touch the beggar's chicken, Weber's expression changed immediately. He waved his hand and the cane hit Merlin's hand as if it had eyes.

Merlin cried out in pain and looked at the old man in front of him angrily, "Hey, what are you doing!"

Weber snorted, lightly tapped the staff in his hand, and a ball of water appeared in front of Merlin.

"Go wash your hands. Don't touch such a perfect thing with your dirty hands."

Merlin looked at the floating water ball in front of him and chuckled. He washed his dirty hands in it and said, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be a magician. Are you a professor at the academy?"

Merlin said this and looked at Waver with a guilty conscience.

"No." Weber glanced at him. He was not wrong. He was not a professor, but the dean.

"That's good, that's good, as long as it's not the professor." Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to tear the meat of the beggar's chicken.

"Here, old man, you should try it too. This stuff is much better than the food in the school cafeteria."

Weber took the chicken leg handed over by Merlin and said, "Young man, be polite. You look like you are from a noble family. Stop calling me old man."

Merlin sucked the grease on his hands and said, "If I don't call you old man, what should I call you? You didn't tell me your name. Do I have to call you Lao Deng?"

"What does Lao Deng mean?"

“A wise man who has reached the pinnacle of wisdom.”

"A wise man who has reached the pinnacle of wisdom? Old Deng? Well, that's a good way to describe me."

"Okay, eat it quickly, otherwise it won't taste good if it gets cold." Merlin said while tearing the meat of the beggar's chicken.

Weber took the chicken leg, opened his mouth and took a bite. The juice gushed out, some of it even onto his white beard.

"This...this smell!" Weber's eyes suddenly widened.

"Such a rich taste is simply fascinating. The first thing you taste is the crispy skin. With a gentle bite, the skin breaks and releases a rich aroma. Then comes the tenderness of the chicken. The marinated chicken is firm and not dry, and the juice is rich. Every bite can feel the delicate and delicious meat. The flavor of the spices permeates the chicken just right, making every bite full of surprises. Finally, the fragrance of the lotus leaves and the rustic taste of the soil add a unique flavor to it, which makes people linger."

Weber's words made Merlin exclaim, "WTF?" Is this old man a gourmet? He thought he was hired by someone else to say this.

"Old Deng, don't think I'll give you more just because you say that." Merlin said as he tore off a piece of meat, put it on the lotus leaf and pushed it over.

"I can only give you this little bit more. I'll eat the rest myself. But you know what, the taste of this chicken is simply amazing. I don't know what kind it is, but it's so delicious!" It was the first time that Merlin had eaten such delicious chicken. The taste surpassed his own cooking skills and was definitely related to the ingredients. This chicken must have been expensive.