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Chapter 549 - 420 You Want an Extra Meal When I Tell You to Take Off Your Shoes?_2

Chapter 549: Chapter 420 You Want an Extra Meal When I Tell You to Take Off Your Shoes?_2

The female voice on the other end of the phone responded coldly.

"That’s really great. Just thinking about how shameless people like you are still alive makes my days less unbearable."

Si Xue maintained a smile.

"Unbearable? If it weren’t for some shady tricks you used to become the restaurant owner, how could you be my equal? I could eat a hundred of you lizards in one day."

The female voice mocked.

"Your business hasn’t improved these years, but your mouth sure has gotten bigger. A hundred or more, the restaurant can’t even stock that many. Are you counting the ones that drank urine and ate poop too?"

"No wonder your mouth smells so bad."

Si Xue’s smile grew wider.

"You’re even cruder than before. You’ve really embarrassed our high society."

"Is that so? I think my words are getting more and more moving."

Si Xue said smugly.

"Did you call me just to bicker? If that’s the case, I’ll hang up. My time is far more valuable than yours."

"After all, you can only rot in your dirty restaurant, while I have to attend high-class parties, salons, and auctions."

The female voice retorted.

"Of course not. Speaking of auctions, how did you know I got two items from Takamagahara?"

Si Xue felt the timing was right and finally dropped the bomb.

"...Just two items? My vault is almost full. If you like, just kneel and beg, and I’ll throw you ten or eight to pick up."

The female voice was silent for a moment before quickly speaking.

"Oh, really? Do you also have Shao Yanming’s head? It was just freshly chopped off."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, there’s also Amaterasu omikami’s brand, just freshly taken off, still steaming."

"..."

"Bitch."

After cursing, the female voice hung up the phone.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

Si Xue laughed wildly with the phone in hand, shaking the entire cave, and even the Lake God’s body was swaying.

"This crazy woman."

The Lake God dared to be angry but remained silent.

Si Xue laughed for several minutes before finally stopping.

"Alright, you can scram now."

She waved her hand at the Lake God.

"Okay."

The Lake God, as if pardoned, collapsed into droplets of water and returned to the lake.

"Napoleon, give Liu Zheng what he needs, and prepare a full bird feast to be delivered to me."

Si Xue made another call.

"What standard? Special grade, of course."

She said nonchalantly.

Si Xue hung up the phone, holding it eagerly, seemingly wanting to boast to someone else.

But her fingers poked at the screen here and there, and in the end, she still didn’t dial out.

"Huh."

She put away the phone, turned back to the pavilion, and quietly took out two sweet potatoes to roast again.

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"Chef Boss, I’m here."

Liu Zheng walked into the kitchen.

"Huh, why is there so few people this time?"

He looked around and asked.

"Gone to unload the goods."

The White Feather Chicken was squatting on the floor studying those Great Jiang Mountain demon corpses, speaking without lifting its head.

"Is it the Round God Sect again?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"Idiot. Those people can handle a little smuggling, but relying on them for large transactions, the whole restaurant would starve to death."

The White Feather Chicken scolded.

"Oh. So, are these considered smuggled goods or legitimate goods?"

He pointed to the demon corpses and asked.

"Consider it a lucky find."

The White Feather Chicken replied.

"Haha. I didn’t expect you had a sense of humor, Chef Boss."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"Don’t think you humans are the only ones who understand humor. I’m busy now, let Salmon take you to get the stuff."

The White Feather Chicken waved its wing and said.

"Alright, you get busy then."

This fit him perfectly.

Liu Zheng bypassed the White Feather Chicken and went to the vegetable sink.

Sure enough, San Huamao was curled up in its cat nest, taking a nap again.

Seemingly aware that someone was approaching, a human face emerged from the fur.

"Good evening, the chef wants Salmon to take me to get some stuff."

Liu Zheng greeted.

"Hmph."

The human face snorted heavily, then returned to the fur.

Next, San Huamao reluctantly opened its eyes.

"Meow~"

It lazily called, then stretched out for a long yawn.

Liu Zheng used all his strength to resist the urge to push it over and fervently rub its furry belly.

No wonder that the mere mention of San Huamao excites Silver British Shorthair; even a human like him couldn’t resist.

"It’s Liu Zheng, meow~"

San Huamao didn’t even open its eyes, sniffed, and knew it was Liu Zheng.

"Liu Zheng, wants a hug-meow."

San Huamao reached out its paw at him.

"Alright, sure~"

Liu Zheng pitched his voice, cheerfully picked it up by the butt, holding it like a baby, and used his fingers to scratch its chin.

"Purrr~"

San Huamao made a comfortable engine-like sound.

After a few minutes of petting, San Huamao slowly opened its eyes.

"Liu Zheng, what are you here for, meow~"

It licked its paw and asked.

"The chef asked you to take me to retrieve the Wood Elf Royal Family’s corpse."

Liu Zheng rubbed its little cat head and said.

"Wood Elf Royal Family’s corpse, what’s that?"

San Huamao blinked its big eyes.

"Cold storage, item number 6238 for him. Also, from cabinet numbers 6377 to 6386, let him choose one."

The White Feather Chicken’s voice came over.

"Oh, okay, meow. Then let’s go, meow~"

San Huamao slightly exerted force and jumped down to the ground.

Even though it’s a pampered pet cat, it works diligently once on the job; otherwise, the White Feather Chicken wouldn’t favor it so much.

San Huamao led Liu Zheng to the cold storage, and then skillfully found the cabinet marked 6238 mentioned by the White Feather Chicken.

All the cabinets here were the same size, like morgue fridges.

Obviously, space-folding technology was used inside.

San Huamao clasped the handle and pulled out the cabinet, revealing a frozen corpse in front of them.

The corpse looked quite human-like, with a slender and muscular build, naked upper and lower body, with only a skirt of leaves and vines woven around the waist.

As for that pair of huge chest muscles, they were audaciously exposed.

The only differences from a human were the hair like antlers growing from her head, and the two pointed ears.

A vine-woven necklace still hung around the Wood Elf’s neck, but the embedded gem in the pendant was missing.

Liu Zheng guessed that what used to be embedded there was probably the Epoch Acorn.

He reached out to touch the corpse but didn’t prompt any item notifications.

This is a bit troublesome.

"She shouldn’t come back to life, right?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

Even the accessories she wore could let the French Plane Tree evolve, and being royalty herself, her power likely wasn’t inferior to Niu Ma’s.

The last thing he wanted was to carry her out of the restaurant, only for the Wood Elf to resurrect and slap him to death before strolling away, which would be absurd.

"No, meow. If it wasn’t fully dead, that would light up red, meow."

San Huamao pointed at the indicator light on the cabinet and said.

"That’s good then."

He nodded.

"Is there something to help me carry it out?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"There are carts, but you can’t take the cabinet out, meow."

San Huamao said.

"Won’t she defrost quickly then?"

He asked.

"Not at all, meow. Without the kitchen’s defrosting equipment, it wouldn’t melt even if boiled in magma for a month, meow."

San Huamao boasted.

A vine-woven necklace still hung around the Wood Elf’s neck, but the embedded gem in the pendant was missing.

Liu Zheng guessed that what used to be embedded there was probably the Epoch Acorn.

He reached out to touch the corpse but didn’t prompt any item notifications.

This is a bit troublesome.

"She shouldn’t come back to life, right?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

Even the accessories she wore could let the French Plane Tree evolve, and being royalty herself, her power likely wasn’t inferior to Niu Ma’s.

The last thing he wanted was to carry her out of the restaurant, only for the Wood Elf to resurrect and slap him to death before strolling away, which would be absurd.

"No, meow. If it wasn’t fully dead, that would light up red, meow."

San Huamao pointed at the indicator light on the cabinet and said.

"That’s good then."

He nodded.