Chapter 403 Who Says that Cooks Will Never Starve to Death No Matter How the Times Change?

"Well, compared to the real hell, this place may be a little better."

An excellent employee of the Ghost Gate Security Bureau who actually participated in the construction of the Eighteen Layers of Hell commented sharply.

"Real hell? You talk as if you have really been there?"

Old Liu took off his prosthesis and put it on the small table, moved his stiff thigh root, and reached out to wipe the sweat on it.

At the same time, he also installed a mechanical hand on the arm with the plasma cutter, and adjusted his steel right leg with a slightly stiff look.

Only then did Lu Wenwu realize that the nozzle that could eject ultra-high temperature plasma turbulence was right on the five fingertips of Liu Linan, not a separate launch device that could be disassembled.

Now it has been replaced by some small electric screwdrivers and miniature arc welding guns.

"Were people so superstitious two hundred years ago? Or did those experimenters infuse you with some strange memories?" Liu Linan asked while maintaining his prosthetic limbs. "Now we also have some strange religious beliefs, but most of them are just tricks."

"No, I just do what I like in my own house every day. No one forces me. I can also use the Internet at will, but I am not very interested in those."

Lu Wenwu sat up from the bed with a grin, leaning against the wall with a metallic texture.

"To be honest, I really went to the 18th level of hell in mythology and legend. It was all red and very dark. You couldn't see your hand in front of you. The most important thing is that there is no food."

"Oh, yes, is there any food? Although I don't mind protecting you when someone calls, if you don't give me some food, I may starve to death."

"I think those researchers must have injected some strange religious content into you, causing your memory to be misplaced."

Liu Linan showed pity on his face and put the backpack next to Lu Wenwu.

"It's just the most common nutritional paste. I'm a lame man in my thirties and I don't have the money to replace a good leg. I can't find a job and I can't afford anything else. But your treatment is really enviable. People nowadays have to pay a high price to even browse some meaningless knowledge."

"Thirty? I thought you were at least fifty!"

Lu Wenwu was shocked and poured out all the nutritional paste in his backpack.

Not much, only ten in total.

There was also a bottle of cheap-looking potion. Lu Wenwu instinctively felt that this thing should be helpful in repairing fractures.

"Forget the nutritional paste. That bottle of bone-growing spirit can promote bone growth. It's worth 5,846 credit points. Remember to return it to me when you have money. You and Maomao decide who uses it. I think its IQ is not low." Liu Linan said without raising his head, "Although it doesn't make much sense for ordinary serious injuries, both of you have different physiques from ordinary people, so it should be of some use."

"Thank you, I will definitely return it to you when I make money, double it."

Lu Wenwu pinched Maomao's mouth open and poured the bone-growing spirit into it while pinching its throat.

The process of injecting the potion was as smooth as flushing the toilet.

Maomao coughed slightly in a coma, and his expression eased a little.

The essence energy extracted after absorbing the potion was repairing the broken bones under its instinctive action, and quickly recovered health.

Lu Wenwu was not worried about making money.

What a joke, he is a top spiritual chef!

One of the top chefs in the world!

If the field of egg-filled pancakes is included, there is not even one of them. There is no doubt that he is the greatest chef in the world at present.

No one is qualified to compete with him in the field of cooking.

Such a top chef can make a lot of money even if he goes out to set up a small stall. Can he still be poor?

Lu Wenwu is very confident about this.

Liu Linan cannot deny his confident expression.

Lao Liu is also confident, but it has nothing to do with cooking, but in the field of fighting.

With the powerful killing ability shown by Lu Wenwu and Mao Mao, they can find a gang to be a thug or apply for a special forces position in a big company, and they should be able to make a lot of money.

At worst, they can become killers or mercenaries.

Killing and arson are always the fastest ways to make money.

But making money is not the most important thing at the moment.

The most important thing at the moment is to fill your stomach.

Facing these tasteless nutritional pastes, Lu Wenwu hesitated for a moment. He tore open the packaging of seven of them, threw them all into his mouth, and ate them all in three or two bites.

The body's powerful digestive function immediately started to work, and the nutritional paste that had just been swallowed was completely decomposed before it even had time to slide into the stomach, and turned into pure energy to replenish the flesh and blood.

This action made Liu Linan's eyes go straight.

This thing, one is enough to sustain a person's basic needs for most of the day, and it is enough for lying down and doing nothing for a whole day.

Even for mercenaries who need to engage in high-intensity combat, eating two or three sticks a day is enough.

Eating seven sticks in one go, aren't you afraid of eating yourself to death! ?

Before Liu Linan could speak, Lu Wenwu's hungry wolf-like eyes looked over, touched his stomach slightly, and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Anything else? Can you give me another hundred sticks? I'll pay you back double when I have money."

Seven sticks of nutritional paste are not enough.

Not to mention completely filling the stomach, it can even barely comfort the dry cells all over the body that are waiting for food, and alleviate the hunger level a little.

It wasn't even enough to make up for the physical damage caused by the fatal blow.

Lu Wenwu didn't even dare to directly use all this energy to supply his self-recovery ability to repair injuries. He could only let them be supplied to various muscles first to barely maintain the minimum ability to move.

He can resist pain and injuries with willpower.

If you can't move because you have no strength, then you really have no moves at all.

In Lu Wenwu's calculations, he wanted to completely recover from his injuries, restore his body to its current peak state, and have a full stomach.

At the very least, one hundred nutrient pastes are needed.

There is still a shortfall of ninety-three.

Even though he was extremely hungry, Lu Wenwu did not dare to eat more.

Maomao needs much less energy than him, but it is still needed.

Leave these to Maomao.

Seeing Lu Wenwu's hungry green eyes, Liu Lin'an's mouth twitched: "The treatment supplies I bought for you two basically used up all my savings. These ten nutritional ointments are my last possessions. If I eat them myself, Save it and you can eat it for ten days.”

"You mean, because one piece of this thing can barely sustain the energy consumption of an adult for a day? And it doesn't take up much space in the stomach, so it's very expensive?"

Lu Wenwu slowly raised a question mark.

He remembered what Liu Lin'an said just now. People in this era have to pay a very expensive price if they want to learn knowledge.

Maybe Liu Lin'an doesn't know how to cook.

If you make it yourself, the cost will be relatively low. At best, you will have to eat more and digest and absorb it while eating.

Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu said confidently: "You can get some ingredients. I am a very good cook. As long as you give me salt and fire, I can make even the most unpalatable food as edible as possible. Let's You can cook your own meals.”

"Salt? Ingredients? It seems that your era was really unexpectedly beautiful and desirable."

Liu Lin'an's eyes flashed with longing that disappeared.

"Nutritional paste is the cheapest thing. Because it is too unpalatable, it is usually used in conjunction with the taste adjustment system and the perception shielding system. As for the ingredients and salt you mentioned, only rich people can afford them. It will appear in restaurants, and we low-level rats can only eat synthetic nutritional creams. "

"What the hell? Synthetic?"

Lu Wenwu was shocked.

At this moment, he realized that the chef might really starve to death.

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A clever woman cannot make a meal without rice.

Even a chef of his level cannot survive without eggs and flour!

It truly is a chef's hell.

Lu Wenwu collapsed: "Does everyone have to eat this all their lives? No rice, flour, meat, vegetables? How can a person who has never eaten hot rice in his life endure it? Can the nutrition keep up?"

"That's not the case. People like me, who work hard to scavenge and can barely save some money, can occasionally eat a few pieces of synthetic meat cultivated in the flesh and blood factory throughout the year." Liu Lin'an spread his hands, "Look, I said You are an old antique who does not understand modern technology. All the nutrients necessary to maintain vital signs have been integrated into the nutritional paste.”

"What the hell! What the hell is synthetic meat! Is the cost of raising ducks and rabbits so high?" Lu Wenwu scratched his hair and gradually started to go crazy, "If I dare to feed my cat such food, it will immediately He slapped me with his claws and mouth and said it was abuse!”

"Look, in the era you lived in, you could still keep pet cats. Isn't this a beautiful thing? In this era, this is something that only the gentlemen in the uptown area have the leisure to take care of. We can't even feed ourselves. Even though it’s difficult, my living conditions are relatively good among people at the bottom.”

Liu Lin'an patted his intact shoulder and said seriously.

"Maybe the cost of large-scale breeding is not high, but the company must do this because the cost of artificially synthesized things is lower and the profit is higher. In front of the company, interests always come first. In this city, Credit points are above all else, and credit points are omnipotent.”

"What about leeks? I don't believe that the price of something that can survive with a little bit of soil and grow continuously with a little water can be beaten by synthetic vegetables." Lu Wenwu was eager to find something that could be eaten.

"The fight has been carried out, but not completely. The price of natural plants is very high in Coconut Juice City, even for former crops."

Liu Linan explained slowly, a miniature light curtain flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, I just did a search. The plant you mentioned called leek can be exchanged for a bottle of Shengguling for 50 grams, and the synthetic version costs about one-tenth."

Lu Wenwu: "???"

He couldn't hold himself any longer.

Six thousand yuan per pound?

If you think about it this way, if you want to eat leek and egg dumplings cooked with natural ingredients, it will cost tens of thousands! ?

Wdnmd, what an international joke is this!

Just when he thought this was already too uncomfortable,

Liu Lin'an continued: "Well, not all natural plants are so expensive, such as cocaine, opium poppy, marijuana, and tobacco leaves. These highly addictive things are very cheap, and the price of inferior finished cigarettes is even as low as I can afford to smoke it every day, and the bad drinks are pretty much the same.”

Lu Wenwu was silent.

He suddenly thought of a very free and democratic country.

All the upper class members are time-tested and unwavering zb-ism fighters, and all their actions are for the purpose of obtaining more and greater benefits.

Someone once imagined that.

When zb-ism develops to the extreme, it will be replaced by a cyberpunk society - at least in terms of social structure.

The upper class takes huge benefits, and the lower class spends a lot of money to buy addictive consumer goods such as alcohol, dp, cigarettes, and gambling, and indulges in cheap nipple pleasure every day for the upper class to squeeze.

So in this copy of the main line task, the shackles should refer to the company.

So breaking the shackles means that you can replicate a wave of V Zhentian's operations, kill all the major companies alone, and kill all these damned vampires directly?

If you dig deeper and dissect the surface meaning, the shackles should also imply this kind of anti-heaven ideology?

Do you need to break this deformed social system and reshape and reorganize the entire social class?

Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu felt overwhelmed.

In this environment, how could he, a barbarian who only knows how to make egg-filled pancakes, complete the great cause of Taizu and change the world?

If it really doesn't work,

he can only grow and then pay tribute to the legendary Candy Crush player, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Chongba.

As long as he kills enough, the problem will be solved.

Lu Wenwu quickly finalized the final plan and goal based on his many years of experience in the game.

Then, next.

Next, finding a way to make a lot of money has really become the most important thing at the moment!

Thinking of this, a good idea suddenly popped up in Lu Wenwu's mind.

"Hey, Lao Liu, how strong is the binding force of your contracts now?"

"Contract?" Liu Linan looked strange, "In the Lower City, the legal effect of a contract is about the same as a piece of waste paper, because the laws jointly formulated by various companies basically do not apply here, and the management cost is too high. Unless."

"Unless what?"

"Unless it costs a certain amount of money to ask a company to notarize it, and if it involves a transaction, the company must be given a commission, so that the contract will be binding. As for the strength. Anyway, even if you give the scavenger birds a tactical nuclear bomb, they will never dare to violate it."

"That's it!"

Lu Wenwu slapped his thigh excitedly, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Do you know any big customers who are just a bit rich? At least they can afford a few hundred tubes of nutritional paste."

"Help me take on a mission, any mission, preferably one that involves hiring someone to kill someone or massacring a certain force or gang. After the mission is confirmed, a contract must be signed, and the company must be notarized, and they will pay for the notarization fee."

"You can negotiate the mission remuneration with them. The base price is no credit points, just two meals, which will allow you, me, and Maomao to eat as much nutritional paste as you want, but the first meal must be settled in advance before the mission is officially carried out."

"It would be best if there is a credit point reward, but if not, just two meals will do, we won't lose."

At this point, Lu Wenwu showed a kind smile.

Liu Linan was stunned for three full seconds.

Then, he slapped the metal prosthesis he had removed and exclaimed: "Blood hell! Damn! Lu Wenwu, you are a genius!"