Chapter 487 -287: Great Harvest (Part 2)_2
Plus, you can’t die in a place like this, and there will be plenty of rewards after it’s done, so there’s no need to go back.
A paper servitor in charge came over, performed a grand salute to the three of them on meeting them, and then said in a hoarse voice, “Thank you for coming, I am in charge here. Even though we have invited numerous chefs, sadly, none of them were willing to help, causing my Miss’ wedding to be postponed again and again. If it keeps being delayed, my Miss, getting older, indeed won’t be able to marry.”
After finishing, the person in charge wiped his eyes, squeezing out two drops of red ink.
The audience’s hair stood on end as they saw more and more paint accumulate on his hands.
However, Gong Gong remained nonchalant, “Then you’d have invited the right person, for I am a famous miss in these parts, and my culinary skills have reached divine perfection, I guarantee nobody will leave alive!”
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[There are so many problems with that statement, I don’t know where to start mocking.]
[Are you sure what you have is culinary talent and not just a talent for killing?]
[Besides, there aren’t supposed to be any living people around here, right? How are you going to kill them?]
[As expected of Gong Gong, you’ve easily reached a level of mockery we can’t even fathom.]
Puffing out her chest with pride, Gong Gong accepted the viewers’ praise, then turned to the steward and asked, “What do we need to do?”
“Just cook. Although you all have great reputations, considering my Miss is from a major household, we still need to put you to the test. Please make some of your specialty dishes first. I will taste them on behalf of the Miss.”
Afterward, the steward’s head rotated in a full circle on his neck, and the originally kind-looking old man disappeared, replaced by a fierce and terrifying face like that of a Shura.
“But if it isn’t good, don’t blame me for taking action.”
The sudden change made the audience gulp in unison, their unease intensifying.
Gong Gong then rolled up her sleeves, “Fine, just let me use the kitchen first.”
Even though it looked like a graveyard outside, the kitchen was well equipped.
All kinds of seasonings were available, and processed chicken, duck, fish, and meat were neatly arranged. Several paper servitors stood by, awaiting instructions — everything was in fine order.
Notwithstanding, Gong Gong didn’t let the paper servitors stay; she sent all of them out and started to work alone inside.
Before long, flames soared into the sky from inside, and a pungent smell overflowed, causing the yard’s paper servitors to twist their heads in unison, staring wide-eyed at the commotion in the kitchen.
After a quarter of an hour, Gong Gong brought out a pot full of a black, viscous substance.
The “food” still had remnants of what seemed like unfinished processing traces, and an unrecognizable head appeared to be howling in agony, vividly conveying the unwillingness and despair of its final moments.
“Finally done, steward, you first.”
Looking at these bizarre items, the steward’s previously calm expression froze.
He swallowed a nonexistent gulp of saliva with difficulty, staring blankly at the things before him before finally asking, “What is this?”
“A five-star recipe, a delicacy you’ve never enjoyed.”
“Are you sure this isn’t an instrument of torture?”
“How rude you are! I toiled hard, using lots of fine ingredients, and finally made this delicacy, and you are calling it torture? Is this how you treat your guests here? Fine, if you won’t eat, then pay up — for the carriage fare, transport expenses, loss of work hours, and emotional damages!”
A plethora of big accusations left the steward in a dilemma, ultimately making him pick up a spoon apprehensively, scrape off half of his timid scoop, then hesitantly put it into his mouth to eat bit by bit.
Seeing this scene, the viewers spoke up.
[Gong Gong, other people pay with money for food, but yours seems to cost lives.]
[I actually feel sorry for an NPC, I feel like I’m floating.]
[I’m kind-hearted and can’t stand seeing others suffer. Y’all keep an eye out for me, and let me know the moment the steward dies.]
Unfortunately, the miracle didn’t happen.
With a scream, the steward immediately bloodied from his seven orifices and collapsed, his life ebbing away rapidly.
Gong Gong crouched down, poked the butler on the ground with a rice spoon, and confirmed, “He’s dead.”
“We’re not blind; it’s pretty obvious!” shouted the Military Governor immediately, “Run now, I don’t want to be beheaded again!”
Gong Gong also thought of running, but then she had a thought and, staring at the paper servitor on the ground, asked, “Wait a second, did we actually kill someone?”
“All the evidence is here; what’s the point of your denial!”
“What I mean is, is this guy even human?”
“Of course he is! Wait, actually, he might not be.”
The three crouched down and, alongside the viewers, discussed the paper effigy on the ground for a while, eventually coming to a conclusion:
This thing absolutely can’t be considered human.
After all, the definition of a human being includes having flesh and blood, not being made out of paper.
Having confirmed this definition, the figure in front of them was deemed a case of equipment damage due to improper use, totally unrelated to a deceased person.
The three of them had merely accidentally destroyed some items, definitely not injuring a person.
Just as Military Governor breathed a sigh of relief upon this realization, she saw Gong Gong squat down and start rummaging through the body of the steward.
“What are you doing now!”
“Searching the corpse, of course. It’s not often we get such a body, no, a humanoid treasure chest right before our eyes. It would be a waste not to search it a little.”
“The deceased had invited us here to cook, not to search their body!”
“Ah, found a recipe! And there’s Silver Coin; tomorrow we can enjoy roast suckling pig.”
“…Get out of the way, let’s search together.”
The three got together and thoroughly searched the tragically deceased steward’s body, instantly fattening up their wallets.
After pushing the humanoid treasure chest to the side, Military Governor was about to leave when she noticed Gong Gong staring at the remaining guests.
Glancing at the guests and then at Gong Gong, Military Governor incredulously asked, “You’re not thinking of…?”
“Since you thought of it, join me.”
“Isn’t this too perverted!”
“Tomorrow, it’s the release date of the osmanthus wine…”
“Hmm…”
“The freshly brewed osmanthus wine, clear and sweet, with a refreshing taste, paired with crystal pork knuckle, I could eat ten in one go.”
“…Since they’re all paper, let’s do this!”
Spoons of an unknown dark substance were placed before the guests, the paper effigies looking terrified, daring not to touch it.
But some mechanism had been triggered; they had to pick up chopsticks, rigidly extend their hands, and take spoons of the dark substance into their mouths before collapsing to the ground.
The bride and groom hadn’t even made an appearance before the guests prematurely excused themselves from the feast.
Watching the paper effigies collapsing, Military Governor didn’t even have time to feel pity before she saw Gong Gong getting to work, searching one after another.
Sighing, she joined in, and they all began searching together.
Having reaped their rewards, they no longer cared about receiving a formal reward; they just took their loot and escaped back to their hotel. There, they updated their equipment, bought recipes, and went to indulge in fine dining.
Watching this scene, the viewers realized that more frightful than ghosts were human hearts.
And even more terrifying than a human heart was Gong Gong’s cooking.
Sitting on a pile of delicious food, the three closed the shop for the day. In the room, they drank and ate meat, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
However, amidst their indulgence, Tai Yin couldn’t help but express her concern, “Doing this, won’t we be retaliated against by NPCs?”
“What’s there to fear?” said Gong Gong, gnawing on a Boneless Phoenix Claw, “They’re just mission NPCs, what can they do, come and hit us? Besides, if she dares to come, we’ll just hit her once more.”
“Really?”
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An ominous voice sounded, causing the temperature in the room to drop instantly.