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Chapter 610 - 451 is so tender and soft, hehehe

Chapter 610: Chapter 451 is so tender and soft, hehehe

Back in the break room, Liu Zheng made several calls to confirm everyone’s safety before he finally relaxed.

"Boss, I’m heading to the kitchen to deliver takeout."

He said to Niu Ma.

"Are you crazy? In and out all the time, you’ll wake me up again later!"

"You’ve got time anyway, why can’t you just sit still for a while and wait until I’m properly asleep to go deliver it?"

Niu Ma scolded.

"Boss, you know me. I can’t sleep well until I finish my errands."

Liu Zheng chuckled as he spoke.

He understood Niu Ma’s good intentions to let him rest a bit, but that habit of his was ingrained.

In real life, unless he was overwhelmed with work, he always had to finish his tasks before eating.

Psychologically, it’s a form of OCD, and while Liu Zheng was aware of it, he couldn’t be bothered to change.

Life’s troubles are too many; this might as well just count as one problem among many.

"Get out of here! Bring me back a bottle of wine, or you can forget about sleeping tonight and practice horse stance in the corner!"

Niu Ma said impatiently.

"Sure thing!"

Liu Zheng agreed cheerfully and left the break room, heading to the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, there were still only White Feather Chicken and a few staff members on duty.

"Good evening, Head Chef, you’re still not resting huh?"

He greeted.

"Don’t pretend to ask something you already know."

White Feather Chicken glared at him.

The presence or absence of the Head Chef in the kitchen made a world of difference.

Anyone dining at this hour at a restaurant was either rich or influential. If they were dissatisfied, the staff involved would surely get in trouble, and the Head Chef wouldn’t escape responsibility either.

So rather than nervously resting elsewhere, it was better to stay here and have peace of mind.

Besides, chickens only have light sleep, so they could nap when there’s no work and wake up when called for—no big deal.

"Hehe, I’m here to deliver takeout."

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmm, Salmon is asleep. Go find him yourself."

White Feather Chicken replied.

"By the way, my boss asked me to bring back a bottle of wine."

He added.

"Hah, always finding a way to pamper himself."

White Feather Chicken snorted, pacing over to the spice rack, pulling down a bottle, ripping off its label, and handing it to Liu Zheng.

"Give him this to drink."

It said.

"What is it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Why don’t you smell it for yourself?"

White Feather Chicken replied expressionlessly.

"Can I not smell it?"

He hesitantly asked.

"You can, as long as you’re sure you want to give it to Niu Ma just like that."

"Ugh, fine."

Liu Zheng sighed, resignedly pulled out the cork, and sniffed it.

"Uh?"

Surprisingly, it smelled pretty normal—a blend of alcohol with various spices and fruit aromas.

He could only identify a citrus scent among them; the rest were unfamiliar.

"Doesn’t seem to have any weird smells."

"Of course not, it’s cooking wine meant for seasoning."

White Feather Chicken answered.

"Uh, isn’t tricking my boss with cooking wine a bit risky? He used to work in a kitchen; he’ll surely be able to tell when he tastes it."

Liu Zheng said.

"With his mediocre cooking skills, what right does he have to call himself from the kitchen? As for tasting wine, he wouldn’t know it if you poured it down his throat. The stronger the proof and the more stimulating the taste, the better he thinks it is. This bottle, specialized for removing the fishy smell from heavy-flavored ingredients, is perfect for him."

"Do you want it or not? If not, I’m taking it back, and forget about getting any other wine."

White Feather Chicken made a motion to retrieve the cooking wine.

"I want it, I want it. Having something is better than nothing."

He quickly pocketed it.

White Feather Chicken and Niu Ma’s relationship was hard to gauge.

On one hand, they could be considered inseparable non-human friends, sharing secrets and tasks without hesitation—almost like sworn buddies.

On the other hand, they twisted themselves into knots trying to make the other suffer a loss. Seeing the other gain a little benefit was a pain worse than losing everything themselves.

So hard to fathom, so hard to fathom.

Liu Zheng shook his head and arrived at the cat bed.

San Huamao had unlocked a new sleeping pose—laying stiffly on its back with all four legs up, but its head drooped out of the cat bed, making it look like it had been dead for a while.

Although Liu Zheng knew that with its strength it would be fine even if hung upside down sleeping, he still found it distressing to look at. He cautiously extended a tentacle, intending to adjust its sleeping posture.

But the moment he did, his vision blurred, and when he looked again, San Huamao had already switched to a standing, bow-stretching posture.

"Miao~"

San Huamao stretched with a long, lazy yawn.

"Liu Zheng, you’re here again, miao. Did you bring me some yummy food, miao?"

It asked lazily.

"It’s a drink, but I’m not sure if it’s good."

Liu Zheng took out a cup of two-day-old water and placed it in front of San Huamao.

"Hello, your takeout has arrived."

He said with mock seriousness.

"Oh."

San Huamao stretched out its soft pink tongue, took a lick, and then pushed it away in disdain.

"Liu Zheng, it doesn’t taste good, miao."

It complained.

This was expected, considering the odd things that had ended up inside the Legendary Takeout Box. As long as it didn’t grow strange stuff, it was probably a lucky outcome.

"I’ll bring you something better next time."

Liu Zheng comforted it.

"By the way, can you drink milk and chocolate?"

Real-world cats couldn’t, but San Huamao, being a supernatural creature, should be fine.

"I can, miao~ I love chocolate milk, miao~"

San Huamao said gleefully.

"Alright, next time I’ll bring you Unlucky Coffee’s hot chocolate milk."

Liu Zheng promised.

"Yay, miao~ Let me give you a paw massage, miao~"

San Huamao proactively extended its adorable pink paw.

"Hehe, so soft and pink~"

He gleefully squeezed the paw a couple of times before reluctantly letting go under the death stare of San Huamao’s owner.