The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 647: In the countryside, it’s not very convenient, keeping perfect attendance immediately changes_2

Chapter 647: In the countryside, it’s not very convenient, keeping perfect attendance immediately changes_2

Liu Zheng joked.

"Here’s the list."

White Feather Chicken came over and handed him a folded piece of paper.

"Okay."

He didn’t even look at it, just stuffed it into his pocket.

"Aren’t you going to take a glance?"

"No need, I trust the expertise of you, the head chef."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"Of course, I wouldn’t understand it anyway, so I’m too lazy to look."

He scratched his head again and said.

"You could get it in a month if you help out in the kitchen."

White Feather Chicken said.

"Forget it, I have a bad memory. Delivering food is better since it doesn’t require much thought."

Liu Zheng again politely declined White Feather Chicken’s invitation.

Actually, he wanted to say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but he was afraid of getting beaten up by White Feather Chicken, so he didn’t.

As for whether he was a gentleman or not, come on, he was verified by the Phoenix Power to be a paragon of virtue, righteousness, trust, and benevolence. Who dares say he’s not a gentleman?

"I’ve brought the stuff, meow~"

San Huamao came over pushing a cart.

"Wow, what kind of liquor needs such a big box? Or is there a whole case inside?"

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue as he looked at the wooden crate on the cart.

"There aren’t any liquor bottles in the box; there are bugs instead, meow."

San Huamao explained.

"What kind of bugs are that big?"

He asked curiously.

"Do you want to open it and have a look?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

"Uh, no need, I’m timid and afraid of bugs."

Detecting malice in its tone, Liu Zheng immediately refused.

"Hmph, smart kid. I don’t know what you need so many bugs for, but if you don’t want trouble, don’t impulsively open the box."

White Feather Chicken gave a rare warning.

"Thank you, head chef, for the reminder, I won’t."

He thanked him.

Given the danger level of Metropolis, if Liu Zheng were a bit more impulsive, he wouldn’t survive to see tomorrow.

Of course, sometimes when the brain acts up, there’s nothing you can do.

In this damn world, if he doesn’t act a little crazy, he’d really go insane.

"Alright, get lost already."

White Feather Chicken said impatiently.

This human may have some good qualities, but his flaws are numerous.

Especially since he’s not one of his own minions, those flaws become even more annoying.

"You all keep busy, I’m heading out."

Liu Zheng took the cart, petted San Huamao once more, and then left the kitchen.

As expected, Niu Ma was waiting outside the curtain.

"Boss..."

He called out.

"Go back to work."

Niu Ma interrupted him and started heading towards the intersection on its own.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng stopped speaking and followed silently behind.

Back in the break room, Niu Ma lay back on the hay pile pretending to sleep, while Liu Zheng called Big White Goose.

"What an honor to have Mr. Liu calling me, is there a treat happening?"

Big White Goose said with a smile.

"Oh, come on, in front of you, how dare I call myself Mr. Liu? Isn’t that a death wish for me?"

"If you don’t mind, just call me Xiao Liu. If you do mind, calling me ’that guy’ is fine."

Liu Zheng said humbly.

"Your sweet talk means you want something from me, doesn’t it?"

Big White Goose wasn’t falling for it.

"Hehe, nothing escapes your keen eyes."

He said, pretending to be embarrassed.

"Go ahead, what is it?"

Big White Goose asked.

"Well, I wanted to ask if using makeup to make a cosplay costume look more authentic would also enhance the effect."

Liu Zheng queried.

"Humans are so clever, only used it twice and already thought of this."

Big White Goose remarked after a moment of silence.

"You mean it really works?"

He said, a bit surprised.

His skill in clay sculpting was just so-so. Even if White Feather Chicken stood still for him to study for a month, it wouldn’t be much of a resemblance at the end, but if he used makeup, it would be different.

"Exactly. However, right now at the Bloody Restaurant, I’m the only goose who has this makeup technique left."

Big White Goose revealed.

"So, others used to have this skill?"

Liu Zheng’s attention was always unique.

"Yes, there was a Centipede with skills comparable to mine, maybe even a bit superior."

Big White Goose said.

"And where is it now?"

"I used a customer to trick and kill it."

Big White Goose said nonchalantly.

"Hmm... No wonder you’re the boss in Ottawa, your methods are indeed sharp."

He struggled to compliment.

"Young man, not every colleague relationship is like yours and Niu Ma’s. Even Niu Ma, if one day you truly threaten its position, you two might turn against each other."

Big White Goose advised earnestly.

"Thank you, Ottawa boss, for the guidance."

Liu Zheng said politely, though inwardly he was indifferent.

Does Big White Goose make sense? Of course, it makes sense.

Trying to divide the cake without fighting over it is less effective than making a bigger cake.

If he and Niu Ma kept working in the delivery department, maybe one day what Big White Goose said could happen.

But first, Liu Zheng himself wouldn’t stay long, and second, Niu Ma also plans to leave the Bloody Restaurant to start its own business. They only have mutual support, not competition.

So, what Big White Goose described could never happen from the start.

"Of course, I’m different. After all, I’m already retired, with no interest clashes with young people. If you join the customer service department, I’d fully support you climbing the ranks, and then you just need to ensure my retirement life."

Big White Goose’s tone suddenly changed.

"The British Minister is in prime, capable, I wouldn’t dare entertain such thoughts."

Liu Zheng found an excuse.

Crazy? Why would he leave a perfectly good, brotherly delivery department to go to an unfamiliar customer service department, under the watchful eye of a scheming old man, to connive with a Minotaur who does everything? He’d have to be out of his mind to do that.

If he had to switch jobs, he’d rather go to the kitchen; at least San Huamao would have his back.

"Hahaha. British Minister, you heard that, didn’t I say this kid is sensible?"

Big White Goose laughed.

"Not bad, doesn’t seem like you’ve puffed up to the point of ignoring me, human."

The British Minister’s cold voice sounded from the side.

"Hahaha, no way, British Minister. In my heart, you are always number one."

Liu Zheng gave a thumbs-up over the phone.

"You guys continue chatting, I have a meeting to attend."

The British Minister’s voice gradually faded away.

"Uh, no need, I’m timid, and I’m afraid of bugs."

Detecting malice in its tone, Liu Zheng immediately refused.

"Hmph, smart kid. I don’t know what you need so many bugs for, but if you don’t want trouble, don’t impulsively open the box."

White Feather Chicken gave a rare warning.

"Thank you, head chef, for the reminder, I won’t."

He thanked him.

Given the danger level of Metropolis, if Liu Zheng were a bit more impulsive, he wouldn’t survive to see tomorrow.

Of course, sometimes when the brain acts up, there’s nothing you can do.

In this damn world, if he doesn’t act a little crazy, he’d really go insane.

"Alright, get lost already."

White Feather Chicken said impatiently.

This human may have some good qualities, but his flaws are numerous.

Especially since he’s not one of his own minions, those flaws become even more annoying.

"You all keep busy, I’m heading out."

Liu Zheng took the cart, petted San Huamao once more, and then left the kitchen.

As expected, Niu Ma was waiting outside the curtain.

"Boss..."

He called out.

"Go back to work."

Niu Ma interrupted him and started heading towards the intersection on its own.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng stopped speaking and followed silently behind.

Back in the break room, Niu Ma lay back on the hay pile pretending to sleep, while Liu Zheng called Big White Goose.

"What an honor to have Mr. Liu calling me, is there a treat happening?"

Big White Goose said with a smile.

"Oh, come on, in front of you, how dare I call myself Mr. Liu? Isn’t that a death wish for me?"

"If you don’t mind, just call me Xiao Liu. If you do mind, calling me ’that guy’ is fine."

Liu Zheng said humbly.

"Your sweet talk means you want something from me, doesn’t it?"

Big White Goose wasn’t falling for it.

"Hehe, nothing escapes your keen eyes."

He said, pretending to be embarrassed.

"Go ahead, what is it?"

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