Godslayer: A random filename extension?

Time quickly came to noon. Although it was already September and the start of the school year, the weather was still hot. There were no big trees to provide shade at the school gate, and the warm sun made Lin Linhou, who was feeling a bit drowsy from eating too much.

After all, he didn't get a good rest last night, and he was so tired this morning.

But as the saying goes, the difference between humans and cattle/horses is that humans can buy themselves coffee when they are tired or sleepy.

Then, Lin Linhou took out a bag of... coffee beans?

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to make handcrafted coffee, even if it was on his skill list.

But if you have machines and don't use manual labor, how can you call yourself a generation of idle people?

He also prepared things like coffee machines, as well as things like osmanthus flowers, milk, and cocoa beans.

"Grinding, extraction..."

"Milk, hmm, froth some milk on the side and set it aside..."

"Bake, then grind into powder, then heat again..."

"Hmm, add sugar according to the ratio. If you want it to be more bitter and mellow, add one or two spoonfuls. If you want it to be sweeter, add four or five spoonfuls?"

Lin Linhou was making osmanthus-scented milk chocolate coffee very seriously.

Completely unaware that Zhao Kongcheng had returned to the stall at some point.

It was already noon, and he had originally planned to buy some more food, but when he saw that this "young undercover comrade" had suddenly become engrossed in making coffee, he didn't disturb him.

Before long, the rich cocoa-flavored coffee, with a hint of osmanthus fragrance, was freshly made.

"Mmm, perfect, delicious and refreshing."

Lin Linhou took a couple of sips and was quite satisfied with the coffee he had made.

Zhao Kongcheng, standing to the side, nodded slightly as well. Although he hadn't tasted it, he could tell from watching the whole process and smelling the rich aroma that the other party had made another perfect drink.

I wondered if all young police officers these days were so "multi-talented".

After all, while both making pancakes and brewing coffee can be categorized as cooking, they seem completely unrelated.

But then I remembered seeing similar food stall ads before: pancakes for 5 yuan, pancakes with egg and sausage for 8 yuan, basic Photoshop editing for 10 yuan, animated GIFs for 50 yuan, academic papers for 500 to 1000 yuan, wedding photography services, advertising production prices negotiable...

Zhao Kongcheng suddenly felt that it wasn't so strange that this handsome young man could make such good pancakes and brew such good coffee.

Maybe they studied at New Oriental.

Once upon a time, when I was a child, wasn't I almost sent by my parents to some strong family to learn how to operate an excavator?

If Zhao Kongcheng knew that the food stall owner in front of him was actually a law master's degree holder who had just turned eighteen and a biology doctorate holder, he might have called him a pervert even more.

However, none of that is the point right now. The point is that Lin Linhou seems to have been exposed so easily.

Because he wasn't in a very good mental state to begin with, and was too focused on making the drink, he subconsciously took the sugar jar directly from the system space as usual when he was getting it.

Zhao Kongcheng, who happened to be there to buy cakes, witnessed this scene of something appearing out of thin air.

If it were an ordinary person, even if it were accidentally exposed, it could be said to be some kind of magic trick. But Zhao Kongcheng is a night watchman, so he can naturally see that this is not a trick at all.

Lin Linhou was completely unaware of this until he took a sip of coffee to perk himself up and noticed Zhao Kongcheng standing next to the stall.

Lin Linhou: Huh? Uncle, when did you get here?

Zhao Kongcheng: ...