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Ma Daocheng glanced over at Chen Zaochao with an unfriendly expression.
This man was in his early thirties, exuding an air of ethereal grace. He had dark skin, a long and thin face, and numerous wrinkles that made him resemble a wind-dried Shar Pei dog.
If he were to change his deep blue Imperial Guard uniform into a long robe and wear a pair of black sunglasses, he would look just like a fortune teller.
Once Chen Zao regained his focus, he noticed the three Imperial Guard deputy generals sitting in the room, each with their own peculiar appearance—Ma Daocheng looked like a slimmer version of a Shar Pei dog, while the one across from him, Li Jiang, resembled a wild boar. Next to Li Jiang was Xiao Taili, who looked like a transgender person.
This female deputy officer wore heavy makeup and appeared quite glamorous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was clear she was a man in makeup! Her frame was noticeably larger than that of an average woman.
In contrast to these deputy generals, Ren Yuan looked almost celestial.
However, in the eyes of someone like Chen Zao from the Golden Age, Ren Yuan's appearance could only be described as average; she wasn't particularly outstanding but could be considered a dignified beauty.
Years of military service and her above-average genetic enhancements gave Ren Yuan an aura of strength—she was composed and capable, exuding authority without needing to raise her voice, which made others hesitant to provoke her.
But not provoking her did not mean they feared her.
Today, Chen Zao was lightly equipped; the energy reservoir of the Time-Space Dragon Ring was fully charged, allowing him to return to the apocalypse at any moment. Therefore, he feared no one.
As Ma Daocheng shot him an unfriendly look, Chen Zao was about to retort when Xiao Taili pulled out a 1-gram round gold coin from his shirt pocket.
He flicked it towards Chen Zao with his thumb.
The coin spun rapidly in the air.
It traced a heavy parabolic arc before landing right in front of Chen Zao.
Chen Zao raised his hand to catch the coins.
Without a second thought, he stuffed them into his pocket.
He asked Xiao Taili, "What's wrong, Deputy Officer? Do you want some Fried Rice too?"
"No need. I'm helping Vice Commander Ma pay for the meal. Since you've accepted it, hurry up and cook. Don't use your injury as an excuse; that's too low. You might fool a girl with that, but if you try that trick in front of Commander Yuan, I can assure you..." Xiao Taili coldly pointed to the door, threatening Chen Zao: "You won't be able to walk out of this door today."
"Haha, haha!"
Instead of scaring Chen Zao, Xiao Taili's words only made him shrug and chuckle lightly.
He could traverse time and space; how could he not walk out of this door?
That was the funniest joke he had heard all year.
In the Golden Age, Chen Zao dared not casually traverse in front of outsiders to avoid causing chaos.
But in the apocalypse, he had no such worries.
In the bizarre apocalypse, all sorts of strange Superpowers could appear, and teleportation was far from the most unusual.
However, unless absolutely necessary, Chen Zao would not reveal his ultimate life-saving skill.
"What are you laughing at?"
Xiao Taili was annoyed by Chen Zao's laughter and asked him with a stern face.
"Weren't you telling a joke? I'm just playing along."
"You... you have some nerve!"
Xiao Taili was so angry that she wanted to curse, but out of respect for Ren Yuan, she held back and looked at Ren Yuan, hoping he would deal with this bastard chef.
Ren Yuan waved his hand at Xiao Taili, signaling her to calm down.
He turned to Chen Zao and said, "My two deputies are very interested in your golden Fried Rice and have already paid. Could you please step into the kitchen and prepare a portion of Fried Rice for Deputy Ma? Let's all have a taste."
"Make two portions! Make two portions!"
Li Jiang raised two chubby fingers and called out, "I want one too! Taily, give him another gold coin."
Xiao Taili, being Li Jiang's direct subordinate, had no choice but to grit her teeth and pull out a 1-gram gold coin, flicking it over to Chen Zao.
This time she used some force, deliberately flicking the coin to the ground so that Chen Zao would have to bend down to pick it up.
Before Chen Zao could bend down, Ren Xiao eagerly stepped in to help.
She leaned down with her ample chest and picked up the coin for Chen Zao, happily handing it over to him.
Chen Zao nodded in satisfaction at Ren Xiao and silently stuffed the second gold coin into his pocket. He addressed the crowd, "I understand your eagerness to try my Fried Rice, but there's something I think you haven't grasped yet. The meals I prepare are not something you can just eat whenever you want, nor can I just make them on a whim. Cooking requires timing—do you understand?"
Ren Yuan was one of the few survivors in China who had a bit of knowledge of English.
Hearing Chen Zao say "timing," Ren Yuan's first reaction was that this guy was a charlatan using foreign terms to fool people.
His expression grew even colder.
Ren Yuan asked Chen Zao with a mocking smile, "So what you're saying is that the timing isn't right today, and you definitely can't make it?"
"Snap."
With his disabled right hand, Ren Yuan snapped his fingers, and Chen Zao spoke as if he were giving a presentation for a new product launch: "Commander Yuan, you truly have insight. I won’t hesitate to tell you that the dishes I, Chen Zao, prepare not only feature rare main ingredients, but even the most unassuming seasonings are quite precious. That’s why I can sell a serving of Fried Rice for the price of one gram of gold. But once you’ve tasted my Fried Rice, you will understand that my pricing is not high at all. This is merely the cost of the ingredients; it doesn’t account for the love and care I pour into my culinary creations. My pursuit of excellence in gastronomy is something that those who don’t appreciate fine food simply cannot comprehend. Let me put it this way: I would rather not cook at all than to throw together a meal carelessly. Even if I’m missing just one ingredient, I won’t turn on my stove. This is my pursuit and my bottom line. How did I achieve my culinary masterpieces? It’s through this relentless pursuit of perfection."
Ren Xiao stood by, utterly captivated, nearly seeing a glow emanating from Chen Zao.
Ma Daocheng and the others scoffed repeatedly.
They had encountered people who could boast and ramble before, but they had never seen anyone as audaciously nonsensical as Chen Zao.
This guy was not only unusually tall; his mentality was also quite abnormal! He was practically delusional!
Li Jiang, impatient, called out, "Chef Chen, why all this nonsense? Can you make Fried Rice or not? Make two servings!"
Chen Zao replied frankly, "I can't make any. I don't have the right ingredients for Fried Rice. Even if I did, with my hand injured, I wouldn’t be able to stir-fry."
Xiao Taili coldly mocked, "I guessed this would be the outcome."
Chen Zao pointed at Xiao Taili: "You only guessed the beginning; you couldn’t predict the outcome. Although I can’t make Fried Rice right now, I heard from Seventh Sister that Commander Yuan loves the Mouthwatering Chicken from Fragrant Pavilion. So, I’ve prepared a special dish of Mouthwatering Chicken as an offering to Commander Yuan. Please take a look."
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