Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 186 - 113: A Golden Chicken Is Still a Chicken—Why Doesn’t It Lay Eggs?



Chapter 186: Chapter 113: A Golden Chicken Is Still a Chicken—Why Doesn’t It Lay Eggs?

Mao Mao’s not here, so we can only use the plain liquefied gas and charcoal stove.

Lu Wenwu’s move stunned all the souls and ghosts present.

Holy crap!

Setting up a snack stall at the foot of Golden Rooster Mountain!

You’re really something!

This is the Underworld!

Not a tourist site on Mount Tai in the Mortal World!

Does it make any sense to do this?

However, Black Impermanence and his partner White Impermanence just exchanged a glance, tacitly accepted Lu Wenwu’s action to rest, and sat down on a rock nearby.

What else could they do but accept it!

We can’t afford to offend this background, can’t beat him either, so let’s just let it be.

Earlier on Yellow Springs Road and Evil Dog Ridge, they moved quickly, so we didn’t lose any time.

Moreover…

The Underworld doesn’t seem to have a rule against setting up roadside stalls for picnics…

The players being pecked by the flock of golden roosters nearby were going crazy, their eyes towards Lu Wenwu were red, filled with envy and jealousy.

Damn it!

Why are we suffering so much while you get protected by Black and White Impermanence and can even camp here?

Cheating!

This is blatant cheating!

How are you ghost soldiers and messengers doing this unequal treatment!

It’s unfair!

But…

Complaints are useless.

A kind-hearted ghost soldier openly stated that if you could be as impressive as Lu Wenwu, able to single-handedly suppress the golden roosters on an entire mountain, then you could picnic here as you like too.

Then… the unlucky kid who raised the doubt earlier got whipped by the ghost soldier’s chains while chased by a large flock of golden roosters and started climbing the steep cliff of Golden Rooster Mountain at high speed.

Countless players were angry but dared not speak out.

The golden roosters too.

Though they weren’t actual chickens.

When they saw Lu Wenwu continuously breaking eggs, an inexplicable fury arose in their hearts.

So those players who ran slowly were immediately cursed.

Whenever Lu Wenwu was making egg-filled pancakes, he was always in a delightful mood.

If a chef isn’t happy while cooking, the food definitely won’t taste good.

Lu Wenwu hummed a lively tune, his movements swift as he mixed the dough, fried, and baked it all smoothly.

Soon, he made batch after batch of golden, crispy, and fragrant egg-filled pancakes.

The earlier frustration of not being able to make special Underworld egg-filled pancakes because the golden roosters couldn’t lay eggs was long forgotten.

An unusual fragrance wafted around the area.

Then, an even stranger scene unfolded.

The originally ferocious golden roosters, upon sensing the egg-filled pancakes, abruptly stopped their clawing and tearing at the players’ souls and stared intently at the delicious pancakes.

Ghost soldiers and Black and White Impermanence were similarly transfixed, unable to look away.

The players took the opportunity to flee madly, climbing up the mountain without turning back.

The ghost souls should’ve long lost their ability to sense taste, yet they still smelled the alluring fragrance.

Lu Wenwu generously handed two pancakes each to Black and White Impermanence: “Come on, gentlemen, taste my craftsmanship. There’s more in the oven, and it won’t be as good if not eaten fresh.”

White Impermanence remained silent.

He did not accept them, his eyes full of desire and hesitation engaging in a fierce battle.

Black Impermanence, on the other hand, bravely fought the temptation and reluctantly declined: “Brother, your kind gesture touches us, but we are no longer mortal. Ghost forms cannot digest food from the Mortal World, only offerings and ghost food, so this may…”

“That’s not a problem, just eat up, when you eat, nobody says a word.”

Lu Wenwu, through the window, stuffed the pancakes into the hands of the two ghosts.

“The pancakes I make, let alone ghosts, even if silicon-based or sulfur-based creatures came, they’d give a thumbs up and say ’tasty!’”

Indeed.

Understand the value of egg-filled pancakes that can outshine the God of Infinite Mechanical Dragons!

Under Lu Wenwu’s strong persuasion, eventually, Black Impermanence couldn’t resist his enthusiasm and tentatively took a bite.

Just one bite!

As his teeth closed, the crispy pancake skin, the sweet crispness of lettuce, the salty, slightly spicy sauce, and the juicy explosion and chewy texture of the sausage created an experience that froze Black Impermanence in place.

The rich fragrance filled his mouth, constantly stimulating his ghostly sensory organs and taste buds.

His eyes kept trembling, and his entire soul body seemed to become unstable.

White Impermanence and the nearby ghost soldiers were shocked, rushing over in a flurry, thinking Black Impermanence had eaten something bad.

Unexpectedly, tears began to glisten in Black Impermanence’s eyes.

He slowly chewed each bit he had bitten off, fearing that eating too quickly would cause this wonderful experience to vanish from his mouth.

“Almost two hundred years… I… I actually felt like I was eating a meal again! This really does feel like eating! I am truly eating!”

Black Impermanence broke down in tears, with his whole body trembling continuously.

“This… this is Spiritual Cuisine! It’s spiritual food that only those truly powerful beings in the Underworld can enjoy! I… I am merely a humble Impermanence, how am I worthy of enjoying such food! With just one bite, I felt my ghost Qi grow slightly!”

“What!? Spiritual Cuisine!”

“This egg-filled pancake is Spiritual Cuisine!?”

“Really!?”

“My King Yama!”

“You can’t be joking with us!”

“…”

The gathered ghost soldiers babbled with questions.

But Black Impermanence no longer responded, just ate the egg-filled pancake one bite at a time.


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