The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

Yan Zhiyu rubbed his eyes, and after looking at Steve for a few seconds, the man's words turned in his mind several times before he translated from the man's words in dialect. What the man said just now is that he wants to A 'dry food. Green rice ball'.

Yan Zhiyu just woke up, so of course he didn't have time to make green rice balls, he didn't even have any ingredients.

But he didn't panic, he just nodded seriously and told Steve to wait a moment.

After leaving the small window, Yan Zhiyu's expression became more serious. He poked the system 520 in his mind, and 520 remained silent, and put a Buddhist scripture in his mind.

Yan Zhiyu guessed that this probably meant that 520 had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

He poked his head to look at the blond man outside. The man had just come back from his morning exercise, so he was probably starving. With the blessing of his inner strength, Yan Zhiyu could clearly hear the sound of the man's stomach growling.

Immediately afterwards, System 520, which was still playing Buddhist scriptures, suddenly said:

"Ding—Adventure Mission, please satisfy Captain America Steve Rogers' curiosity about 'Dry Food. Green Rice Balls' within 5 minutes.

Task reward: Brother Cai's handkerchief x 1, 3 copper coins.There is no penalty for mission failure.Whether to accept the task. "

Yan Zhiyu's eyes lit up instantly.

That's Brother Cai's handkerchief!It is something that every Wudang disciple wants, he only needs to make a green rice ball for this man named 'American balabala Jess' in exchange for it!

Yan Zhiyu knew for the first time that System 520 was such a generous system.

Yan Zhiyu accepted without hesitation. He opened the backpack in his mind to see if he had any food left.In the end, he actually found a copy of 'almost broken, dry food. Green rice ball x 1' from a compartment in the backpack.

Yan Zhiyu looked at it carefully, and after confirming that it was only dying but had no hair and could still be eaten, he happily took it out of his backpack.Then he saw that the item description changed to 'Instantly broken, dry food. Green rice ball x 1'

Yan Zhiyu: ... 520!

System 520 did not dare to say anything, and began to amplify the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind.

And now Yan Zhiyu just wants to destroy it humanely.

Yan Zhiyu held the hairy green rice ball, watched the countdown of the task time, and looked at the small kitchen where he didn't even have kitchen utensils.He thought that he would be fine if he just ate an expired green rice ball, otherwise there would be no Huashan pie long ago.

So he pulled the sword case out of the backpack, and the flying sword was released happily preparing to fly around him a few times, but Yan Zhiyu grabbed it and carefully raised the green rice ball.

After Yan Zhiyu managed to cut off all the white hairs on the surface of the green rice ball, Fei Jian broke free from his hand tremblingly with a buzzing sound, and swished back into the sword case, which immediately cooperated with the tight mouth shutting. Seriously, Yan Zhiyu guessed that he would not even think about using the flying sword for a while.

System 520 hummed the Great Compassion Mantra, and looked at his silly white sweet host with indifference. He actually used Xuantie's sword like a fruit knife, and even sold the hairy green rice ball to the same stupid host with an honest face. Sweet Captain America.

After adjusting a few Buddhist scriptures, 520 decided to put aside the mission completion prompt message and gift package that he had just received, took out the light screen of 'Mission Failed', and prepared to paste it directly on Yan Zhiyu's brain for a while.

Hu Wanying, what did he think the 'chef's package' in the novice gift package was for!Carry it on your back to school, and tell Eunuch Sun early on the way!

Steve took the shaved, pitted green rice ball, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, he seemed to smell a strange smell from this small ball.

Yan Zhiyu stared nervously at the green rice ball in Steve's hand, was it about to go rancid? He could smell it.

Steve held the dumpling, but involuntarily looked at the little head sticking out of the window. Those black eyes were looking at him nervously, as if telling him to eat quickly, eat quickly, I'm fine food.

Under Yan Zhiyu's eager gaze, Steve smiled gently, and took a bite of the green rice ball, which tasted unexpectedly good, but the fly in the ointment was that it was a bit sour.

After going back that day, Steve stayed in the toilet all night.