Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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"Snapped!"

Si Xue snapped her fingers again, and a spark disappeared into the pile of hulled corn cobs, instantly igniting a roaring fire.

"Let's grill it."

She said.

"The fire is too big, boss, do you have any iron skewers?"

Liu Zheng glanced at the fire and said.

“There are so many things to do.”

Si Xue pulled the chopsticks off her head, and with a tug, they turned into an ebony arrow.

"only this."

She tossed the wooden arrow to Liu Zheng.

"Ok, Ok."

Liu Zheng inserted the arrow into the corn, and then inserted the corn into the middle of the firelight.

The outer flame temperature is too high, the inner flame temperature is too low, and the middle flame temperature is just right.

He was focused on roasting corn, while Si Xue was focused on fixing her hair.

After Liu Zheng finished roasting the corn, Si Xue braided her hair into a low ponytail on one side.

But because she has so much hair, the ponytail almost swelled up into a ball.

"Boss, the corn is ready."

Liu Zheng shook the ash off the roasted corn and handed it to Si Xue.

Si Xue glanced at the still-blackened roasted corn with disdain, then gently blew on it, instantly cleaning away the remaining ash.

"Boss, I suddenly have an idea."

He had a sudden inspiration.

"tell me the story."

"I used to spread honey on my roasted corn before eating it, but I don't have honey now. However, I do have honey yogurt. Would you like to try it?"

Liu Zheng took out the Hell Honey Yogurt.

"Did the gravedigger give it to you?"

Si Xue sensed the dense, ghostly aura within.

"Sigh, they insisted on selling it to me; it's 100,000 yuan a bottle."

He sighed.

"Even darker than a restaurant."

Si Xue commented without holding back.

"Who says I won't cough? There's nothing I can do, I can't fight city hall."

Liu Zhenggang was about to agree, but then stopped himself, realizing something was amiss.

"I don't understand why such an important person would want to make a pittance out of me."

he complained.

"Then what do you think is the purpose of living?"

Si Xue countered with a question.

"I don't know, I guess it's just to survive."

He shrugged.

"That may be true for you. But for us, living is about carrying out our will and making it a reality."

Si Xue said.

"It's just about doing whatever you want."

"That's fine if you want to."

Si Xue took a bite of the corn smeared with hellish honey yogurt, a satisfied expression on her face.

The thick yogurt dripping from the corner of her mouth was rather suggestive.

Of course, those are just the fantasies of vulgar people; a gentleman like Liu Zheng wouldn't even bother to look at them.

"That's really good, your octopus tentacles are saved."

Si Xue said.

"I'm glad you like it, boss."

He said respectfully.

If he were the kind of smooth-talking person, he would say now, "If you like it, I'll bake it for you from now on."

But Liu Zheng wasn't that kind of person; he knew perfectly well that he was nothing more than a useful tool to Si Xue.

If one mistakes cherishing a tool for liking the opposite sex, then he is not far from death.

Especially in this metropolis where emotions are worth less than shit.

"Well, you can go."

Si Xue waved her hand and said.

"Okay, boss. By the way, a friend of mine gave me a packet of tea. I'm a rough man and don't know how to drink tea. Could you please taste it for me?"

Liu Zheng took out the Phoenix Blood Pu'er Tea Dragon Ball and bent down to hand it to her.

"Oh? It's Phoenix Blood Tea, and it's even a small dragon ball tea. Your friend really knows his tea."

Si Xue took the tea cake and raised her eyebrows.

"I'm happy as long as I meet your approval, boss."

He made a gesture of relief.

He had actually considered drinking a cup of the tea cake first to enhance its attributes before giving it to Si Xue, but with the latter's discerning eye, she would definitely be able to tell if the tea cake had been moved, which would backfire, so he reluctantly gave up the idea.

"Then I'm leaving, boss."

Seeing that Si Xue didn't intend to speak, Liu Zheng turned and left.

"Wait a moment."

He looked back.

"Take some corn with you."

Si Xue said.

"okay."

He picked up a pile of corn and carried it all the way back to the lounge.

Where did you get the corn?

The ox and horse said strangely.

Could it be that this kid went to the kitchen halfway and ate and took some food?

"It was a reward from the boss."

Liu Zheng put down the corn and said.

Why did the boss give you this thing as a reward?

The cattle and horses are even stranger.

"Because the boss was very satisfied with the corn I grilled?"

He said it without much certainty.

So you're good at baking?

"Just kidding, I'm really good at baking, okay?"

Liu Zheng said proudly.

"is it?"

Niu Ma got up, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a barbecue set, and skillfully lit the charcoal fire.

"Everything is prepared for you. Roast all this corn for me."

"Dude, putting aside why you have barbecue equipment, is it really okay to grill corn in the break room? What if it catches fire?"

He squinted and said.

"What fire? The only thing that can catch fire in the whole break room is your stool. It's not even enough to roast an ear of corn. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and roast it for me. I'm waiting to eat."

The ox and horse rolled their eyes.

"You come from a farming family, haven't you had enough corn yet? Are you trying to reminisce about the past?"

Liu Zheng remained silent.

"Of course I've had enough corn, but I've never had roasted corn before."

The farms certainly don't have the time to roast corn for them, and the cattle and horses are only interested in eating meat after they leave the farms.

"alright."

He sighed and started roasting corn for the cattle and horses.

Fortunately, the equipment was complete, so baking was much simpler than baking for Si Xue.

"It's alright, but it's not quite to the boss's satisfaction level, is it?"

After eating three roasted corns, Niu Ma said...

"That's because my exclusive seasoning wasn't added."

Liu Zheng took out a bottle of Hell Honey Yogurt and shook it.

"Then why don't you add it for me?"

The oxen and horses urged on.

"Boss, do you want to get beaten up again?"

He said.

"I think you're just asking for a beating again, daring to talk to me like that."