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Chapter 551 - 421 Niu Ma’s Real Dad?_2

Chapter 551: Chapter 421 Niu Ma’s Real Dad?_2

Moreover, this item can be taken out of the instance.

That way, even if Liu Zheng doesn’t find suitable side dishes in Metropolis, he can slowly gather them in future instances.

Of course, that scenario is highly unlikely.

If even Metropolis lacks suitable side dishes, then it’s even less probable to find them in other worlds.

"..."

He seemed to understand why the White Feather Chicken was laughing.

Clearly, it had left Liu Zheng with a moral choice.

Should he return the corpse, which might be the father of Niu Ma, to Niu Ma, or keep it for his own enjoyment?

First off, Niu Ma definitely has no idea about this.

Otherwise, with its personality, it would’ve done whatever it took to get it—cheat, steal, murder, anything.

As of now, the only ones who know about this are Liu Zheng, San Huamao, and the White Feather Chicken.

San Huamao has no reason to betray him. As for the White Feather Chicken...

Actually, Liu Zheng did have a way to handle it.

For instance, handing over its former owner completely intact.

And the White Feather Chicken not only had the ability to cook this corpse but was certain to have the corresponding ingredients for the dish.

Even if its asking price was too high, he could always go to Guo Koutangzi.

The latter’s culinary skills should suffice for the job, and he must also have ways of obtaining matching ingredients.

If the whole corpse wasn’t needed, the remaining Niu Ma meat alone would be enough to pay the price.

Liu Zheng stared intently at the Champion Bull corpse, his gaze conflicted.

From a practical standpoint, he genuinely needed the Champion Bull’s corpse.

After all, his current attributes were entirely bolstered by the Legendary Armor, and as the enemies grew stronger, it was becoming insufficient.

Moreover, the attribute enhancement could be carried to the next instance.

The second instance already came with perfect, even Legendary-quality tool attribute enhancements, which were practically a guaranteed win.

"Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out, meow. I’ll help convince the boss, meow."

San Huamao suddenly patted Liu Zheng’s hoof and said.

He lowered his head and looked at San Huamao. Its bright, clear eyes sparkled.

Liu Zheng seemed to understand why San Huamao was so adored. It maintained a naïve demeanor but actually understood everything.

"If I really kept it for myself, would you still consider me a friend?"

He stroked San Huamao’s head and asked.

"Of course, meow. As long as you’re good to me, that’s all that matters, meow."

San Huamao nuzzled his hand and said.

"But I might still feel a little upset, meow."

It thought for a moment and then added.

"Got it. Let’s go."

Liu Zheng nodded and gave the cat’s head another affectionate rub.

San Huamao pulled out two carts, and the two of them each lifted a corpse onto a cart, wheeling them out of the cold storage. Along the way, it handed him freshly prepared Dried Fish.

Naturally, the Champion Bull corpse was carried by San Huamao.

"Chef Boss, I can’t push this alone. Can you send Salmon to help me out?"

Liu Zheng said to the White Feather Chicken.

"The next time you come to me for cooking, the price will be doubled."

The White Feather Chicken gave him a sideways glance and said.

"For your culinary skills, any cost is worth it."

He flattered.

"Hmph. Get lost."

The White Feather Chicken waved its wings impatiently.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng swiftly pushed the cart out of the kitchen.

"That Niu Ma guy really is lucky as a dog."

The White Feather Chicken raised its head to watch his departing back and muttered under its breath.

"What do you want to say to me, meow?"

Outside the kitchen, San Huamao asked curiously.

"Well, I went to Treasure Lake and caught two cats..."

Liu Zheng told it about the laser pen and the bell collar.

"That’s the situation. If it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll figure out another way."

He shrugged.

As for alternate plans, that naturally meant going to find the Black Cat.

The prestigious Writer Association’s reserve vice-chairman should have no trouble handling two flirtatious cats.

"Where are they, meow?"

San Huamao asked.

"I was worried they’d cause trouble, so I locked them in the Takeout Box."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Then hand the Takeout Box to me later, meow. I’ll take care of those two before returning it to you."

San Huamao said.

"Sounds good. Are you confident?"

Given their relationship, Liu Zheng wasn’t concerned that San Huamao would keep the Legendary Takeout Box for itself.

His main worry was San Huamao getting hurt by taking on two opponents alone. If it were forced into submission, he would feel guilty forever.

"Don’t worry, meow. The boss will help me, meow."

San Huamao said confidently.

"Hmph!"

A human-like face emerged, giving Liu Zheng a prideful expression.

"Alright then, I’ll leave this to you."

He said sincerely.

"Liu Zheng is my friend, so it doesn’t matter, meow. Without Liu Zheng, I wouldn’t have eaten so many Dried Fish, meow."

San Huamao pulled out a piece of Dried Fish from somewhere and started crunching it noisily.

"Don’t worry, there’ll be more in the future."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

He decided that when the time came, he would sign a long-term supply contract with the Fisherman. That way, even if he left this world, Salmon could continue eating Dried Fish.

"I’ll head out first, meow."

At the door to the resting lounge, San Huamao left with the Legendary Takeout Box on its back.

Liu Zheng watched the door close, took a deep breath, then pushed it open slightly.

"Busy, big guy?"

He peeked his head in, wearing a stiff smile.

"What’s wrong with you? Scared the hell out of me."

Niu Ma, engrossed in a risqué magazine, scolded him irritably.

"My bad, my bad. I’ll knock next time."

Liu Zheng apologized profusely.

"Knock on your uncle. Either come in or get out, your choice."

Niu Ma cursed.

"Let me tell you something first, then I’ll come in."

"If you’ve got something on your mind, spit it out."

Niu Ma picked up the magazine again.

"What I’m about to say... You might be a little scared when you hear it."

He decided to set the stage a bit.

"Ha, me? Scared? I’m the Bloody Restaurant’s delivery department supervisor and three-time recipient of the ’Excellent Employee’ award. What’s there to be scared of?"

Niu Ma scoffed.

"I found two corpses in the kitchen just now."

"You idiot, finding corpses in the kitchen is normal. Not finding one—that’d be something to be scared of."

Niu Ma rolled its eyes.

"One of the corpses is from the Wood Elf Royal Family."

He continued.

"So what? Wood Elf Royal Family or not, in the kitchen, they’re all just ingredients. If they’ve got guts, let them come protest at the restaurant."

Niu Ma said indifferently.

"Wait, why’d you go messing with a Wood Elf Royal Family corpse? Oh, for that tree, right?"

"Exactly."

"Kid, you don’t know your priorities. Who’s your real boss here? Who keeps covering for you? Who keeps coming up with solutions for you? Hmm?"

Niu Ma’s tone became unfriendly.

"Obviously, it’s you. Liu Zheng only has one big boss, and that’s you, Niu Ma. Everyone else takes a back seat."

Liu Zheng responded without hesitation.

"Then why are you helping others get such good stuff?"

Niu Ma glared.

"Ah, last time the Cemetery Manager wanted a coffin. You weren’t around, and Dai Legao insisted on this in exchange for the coffin. I didn’t have a choice."

He said helplessly.

"Doesn’t matter, you owe me one anyway."

Niu Ma refused to reason further.

"Alright, alright. I’ll pay you back now. Actually, I brought another corpse."

Liu Zheng said.

"What corpse? If it’s worse than the Wood Elf Royal Family’s, it doesn’t count."

"Don’t worry; it’s definitely not worse—it’s even better."

He promised.

"Really? Spill. If you keep me guessing, I’ll kick your head off."

Niu Ma grew impatient.

"It’s the corpse of a champion."

"Champion? What kind of champion? The ingredient grade competition champion?"

Niu Ma cracked a sarcastic joke.

"Not the ingredient grade competition champion—it’s the Champion Bullfighter."

Liu Zheng said slowly.

"Huh?"

Niu Ma squinted slightly.

"You’re not telling me you brought a Bull’s corpse, are you?"

Its voice turned icy.

"That’s right."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Kid, if you get something good and quietly enjoy it yourself, I can pretend I don’t know. But flaunting it in front of me? Are you really sure I won’t kill you?"

Niu Ma stood upright, its eyes blazing with fierce Blood Light.