The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 878 - 585: Niu Ma: Since Things Have Come to This, B

He repeated the words from the note.

"Wait a minute."

White Feather Chicken was indeed intrigued and then hung up the phone.

"Open the door."

A minute later, he was at the doorway of the lounge.

"Here I am."

Liu Zheng quickly opened the door.

"Where are the dill seeds?"

White Feather Chicken asked directly.

"Right here."

He took out a bag of dill seeds and handed it to White Feather Chicken.

"Hmm, this flavor is perfect for making Provence stew and goes perfectly with the big maggots of the Divine Demon."

White Feather Chicken opened the bag, sniffed, and showed a satisfied expression.

"As long as you’re happy with it."

"What do you want?"

White Feather Chicken asked while securing the bag.

"I would like Salmon to accompany on a trip."

Liu Zheng said.

With Salmon’s help, the journey to the Ten Thousand Great Mountains would be more assured.

"No, there’s no good reason."

White Feather Chicken refused without hesitation.

Although the kitchen staff aren’t as tied down to the restaurant as the people in the custor service departnt, the chances to go out are still very limited.

Except for regular procurent tasks, at other tis it’s all about luck.

This is also the biggest advantage that the delivery departnt has over other departnts.

"Then I’d like to ask you for so fire."

Liu Zheng asked as an alternative.

"What kind of fire?"

"Any fire will do as long as it’s of good quality."

He replied.

"How much do you need?"

"Not much, it’s not for combat use."

Liu Zheng quickly said.

"The boss knows about this too and has given a portion of the fla."

He added.

"Hmm? Alright."

Hearing this, White Feather Chicken readily agreed, took the bag, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Chief Chef."

Liu Zheng hurriedly called out to it.

"What else is there?"

"Well, could you leave a little? I want to share so with that chef who competed with you in the soup cook-off last ti."

He said shyly.

"This isn’t suitable for her, it’ll just go to waste."

White Feather Chicken shook its head in refusal.

"Alright then."

Just as Liu Zheng was feeling disappointed, White Feather Chicken took off its chef’s hat and pulled out a piece of dried kelp from inside.

Liu Zheng took the kelp, and the item description imdiately popped up.

"Na: A Gloomy Kelp"

"Type: Miscellaneous item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: The more lancholic the eater, the tastier it becos."

"Remarks: Boohoo, why does everyone say I’m kelp, I’m clearly kelp."

"Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Even the system didn’t spare it."

He looked at the na and then at the remark, unable to help but gripe in his heart.

Sotis the system really has a sense of humor, not sure if all players’ systems are like this.

"Thank you, Chief Chef."

Liu Zheng thanked.

White Feather Chicken was indeed generous, no wonder it got along well with Niu Ma.

"Hmm."

White Feather Chicken nodded slightly and then strutted away with an air of importance.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at that swagger, look at those majestic strides."

He loudly whispered in admiration.

As soon as he finished speaking, White Feather Chicken’s strut beca even more pronounced.

"Envious? If you are, go be its sidekick."

Niu Ma’s big head suddenly appeared next to him, speaking in a not-so-nice tone.

"Not at all, compared to you, the boss, Napoleon..."

"What about ?"

Liu Zheng grinned obsequiously, but before he could continue flattering, White Feather Chicken suddenly flashed back to the doorway.

"Napoleon, the boss, is physically just slightly inferior."

He continued naturally, unfazed.

"Hmph."

White Feather Chicken didn’t nitpick his words but instead looked at Niu Ma.

"You’re injured, aren’t you?"

"Nonsense, I’m as strong as a bull, how could I be injured?"

Niu Ma retorted loudly.

"You can fool others, but not . If you weren’t injured, you would’ve already co out to join the fun earlier."

White Feather Chicken sneered.

"Isn’t it okay for to beco more steady?"

"Indeed, you’ve beco heavier. Compared to before this newcor arrived, you’ve gained at least 200 pounds."

White Feather Chicken glanced at it and nodded.

"I just haven’t pooped yet. Once I do, I definitely won’t be that heavy anymore."

Niu Ma said sowhat guiltily.

"Chef boss, my big brother previously went to the Garbage Processing Plant to deliver food."

Liu Zheng took the opportunity to say.

"Garbage Processing Plant? Good, good."

White Feather Chicken suddenly showed a happy expression.

"No, I didn’t die in there, why are you so happy?"

Niu Ma was dumbfounded by its laughter.

"If you died in there, I wouldn’t have such good ingredients. Co, follow to the kitchen."

White Feather Chicken said.

"Do I look like an idiot?"

Niu Ma rolled his eyes.

It’s said that it’s an ingredient, how could it possibly go to the kitchen, isn’t that like a bun hitting Black Claw, gone and never returning?

"Just cutting a piece of at, without removing the rotten flesh, how can your injury heal? It’s fine if you don’t go back, just let in."

White Feather Chicken stepped back a bit.

"No way."

Niu Ma shook his head frantically.

"Hurry up, or the employee als in your delivery departnt will only be poop and foot sweat in the future."

White Feather Chicken threatened.

"Whose foot sweat?"

Niu Ma asked instinctively.

"Hehe, of course it’s Bigfoot’s."

"Holy crap, old hen, aren’t you too vicious?"

In shock, Niu Ma blurted out the nickna he usually cursed White Feather Chicken with in his heart.

Can creatures drink Bigfoot’s foot sweat? Even stones would vomit disgustedly if poured on them.

"What did you call ?"

White Feather Chicken said in a sinister tone.

"I an, Brother Napoleon, considering our relationship, there’s no need to be so harsh, right?"

Niu Ma quickly changed his tune.

"That depends on whether you’ll cooperate. Actually, even if you don’t cooperate, I’ll ask the boss to make you cooperate."

"Sigh, count unlucky. Co in."

Niu Ma said helplessly.

"Good you understand. Hand the ’Anger’.

White Feather Chicken swaggered into the break room, then extended a claw to Liu Zheng.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng hurriedly handed over the "Anger" to it.

As soon as the rusty knife fell into White Feather Chicken’s claw, it burst into flas of anger, making Liu Zheng envious.

"Where’s the injury?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

It could tell Niu Ma was injured, but didn’t know the exact location.

"Here."

Reluctantly, Niu Ma turned his body, revealing the wound on the outside of his hind thigh.

"Oh, so it’s a cucumber strip."

"Do you know biology? This is called the bicep femoris."

Niu Ma cursed.

"I don’t know biology, I only know ingredient science. Don’t move!"

White Feather Chicken suddenly shouted, the fla rolled like a torrent, then dissipated, leaving only a long and wide red piece of at on the blade.

"Now it’s your turn, give two of your tentacles."

It turned to Liu Zheng and said.

"I don’t mind giving them, but which one of you should I give them to? Head Chef."

The latter said with a bitter smile.

At this mont, the scene in the break room had beco chaotic in Liu Zheng’s eyes.

Countless White Feather Chickens of different sizes and shapes appeared all over the break room, even in Niu Ma’s body, many had grown.

And Niu Ma didn’t fare much better, the style had turned into a Picasso abstract painting version.

"Hmm?"

In White Feather Chicken’s eyes, nothing seed unusual.

But it knew Liu Zheng had no reason to lie to it, so it imdiately took off the chef’s hat on its head, intending to seal the strip of at in its hand.

However, when it looked at its claw, it found it had taken off its own head instead.

"Puff!"

Blood spurted like a geyser, turning into glass-like fragnts as it fell.

"Interesting, truly worthy of the Garbage Processing Plant."

White Feather Chicken’s tone was not frightened but rather excited.

Then it crushed its head directly, and the entire body exploded like a glass statue.

Then, a horrifying suction erged from the chef’s hat, pulling everything in the break room toward the hat.

"Don’t resist."

White Feather Chicken’s voice ca from the hat.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng replied, relaxing his body as instructed.

The closer he got to the chef’s hat, the smaller his body beca, by the ti he reached above the hat, he was only as small as a white mouse.

And Niu Ma, on the contrary, beca even smaller than him, only the size of a cockroach.

Just when Liu Zheng thought he was about to tour the inside of the chef’s hat, the suction abruptly stopped, then turned into a repulsion force, bouncing both him and Niu Ma away.

"Damn!"

Liu Zheng was slamd against the wall, a big bump forming on his head from the impact.

He rubbed his head and looked around, finding that the scene in the break room had returned to normal.

Only the chef’s hat lay alone on the ground, with White Feather Chicken nowhere to be seen.

"Big brother, what do we do now?"

He looked at Niu Ma, who had returned to its original size.

"Hmm..."

Niu Ma pondered for a few seconds, then walked up to the chef’s hat.

"Since things have co to this, might as well take a dump first."

With a heavy thud, it was about to sit down.