The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 47 - 45 Blocking Spiritual Power
47: Chapter 45: Blocking Spiritual Power
47 -45: Blocking Spiritual Power
Jianxiong, who had just returned to his room, heard the shouting outside and immediately opened the door to come out, just in time to bump into Lu Chen next to him.
“What happened?”
Jianxiong shook his head and upon entering the room, he saw Zhao Xiwen’s leg bent at a ninety-degree angle, the injury even worse than before.
With new injuries on top of old ones, she was in so much pain that her face turned red, and large beads of sweat dripped from her bangs, her nose running and tears streaming down her face.
“It’s nothing, just here to fulfill our agreement,”
Su Mo looked at the woman on the bed with disgust, finding her repeated provocations extremely annoying.
Chu Mengyao shrank into a corner of the room, her body trembling, appearing pitifully delicate.
Even though she didn’t speak, Su Mo had no intention of letting her off, squatting down in front of her with a smile, “Spreading rumors is easy, running my legs off is hard, right, senior sister?”
“You…
what are you talking about!” Chu Mengyao, her eyes red, covered her chest and thought to herself in panic, Mo Yan and the others went out today and she was unable to call for help.
“Can’t understand, huh?
No matter,” Su Mo patted her face, then her gaze traveled down to her foot, “Good friends share weal and woe together, right?”
Chu Mengyao felt a chill run through her body and looked at Jianxiong, who stood by the door like a little mountain, and Lu Chen, who was stone-faced and silent, involuntarily retracted her feet, “Momo, what have I done to offend you!”
“You haven’t offended me.
I just genuinely don’t like you,” Su Mo’s fingers touched her knee, slid down, her smile growing wider yet it was clear she was truly angry, “If this leg becomes lame, tsk tsk, it wouldn’t look nice.”
“Su Mo!
You can’t do this!
Mo Yan won’t let you off!” Chu Mengyao could no longer control herself.
She tried to stand up and rush out of the bedroom, but Jianxiong kicked her mercilessly back to the ground.
Jianxiong was not going to be merciful, given that Zhao Xiwen ended up this way because of this woman.
Chu Mengyao, clutching her belly, pallid, collapsed sideways onto the floor.
Su Mo grabbed her hair and forced her to look up, “The things you like, in my eyes, are just a pile of trash.”
Her words seemed to please Lu Chen, who leaned against the door; the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards.
“Impossible, it was you who seduced Mo Yan the moment you arrived!” Chu Mengyao held her stomach with one hand and held onto her scalp with the other, her golden curls falling out in large clumps due to the hard pulling.
“Heh,” Su Mo chuckled, then yanked her head up forcefully, slamming it back onto the ground.
When her head hit the hard floor, Chu Mengyao’s vision darkened and stars swirled in her eyes.
Warm blood flowed from her forehead, “Blood…
I’m bleeding.”
Su Mo leaned closer, the cute face now masked with frost, “Senior sister, sparing you once doesn’t mean I will spare you every time.
I really dare to kill you.”
Using the cutest face to speak the most vicious words, only Su Mo could do such a thing.
With the weakened cries from the bed and Chu Mengyao’s bloody face, Jianxiong admired the girl’s ferocity.
Cuteness, after all, is just a facade.
A provoked kitten could very well turn into a ravenous tiger.
“Jianxiong, help me throw her out at the dorm entrance for people to claim,” Su Mo let go and stood up in disgust, brushing off her hands.
She bent down to pick up her backpack and sleeping bag and sidled up to Lu Chen.
“Our former teammates ostracized me.
This room is given to her, I can only make do and squeeze in with you, haha.”
She didn’t wait for the man to reply, winked at him, and moved in with her belongings.
There was a hint of amusement in Lu Chen’s eyes.
He left the room and followed her in.
Inside the room, only Jianxiong remained, with Zhao Xiwen having fainted from pain and Chu Mengyao laying on the floor, a deep gash on her forehead from which drops of fresh blood fell.
Many strong men on the second floor passed by as if they were just looking in from the corner of their eye, and upon seeing it was an internal conflict among their group, most of them reveled in schadenfreude, thinking it would be better if these outsiders were dead.
Jianxiong hoisted Chu Mengyao from the ground, glanced at Zhao Xiwen, and turned to walk out.
“Where are you taking me?” Chu Mengyao’s eyes, blurred by blood, couldn’t see clearly; she only knew she was being carried out, which left her somewhat panicked.
Jianxiong couldn’t be bothered with her; he directly descended the stairs, dumped her at the dormitory entrance, and left without looking back.
Chu Mengyao lay there on the ground, her head covered in blood, dizzy and confused.
Not long after Jianxiong left, a few strong men forcibly dragged away the woman who had yet to regain her strength and stand up.
As night fell, Su Mo invited Jianxiong inside.
After Lu Chen closed the door, Su Mo even blocked the gap at the bottom and drew the curtains over the windows.
She was about to take out the Flat Pot after stowing the extra sleeping bags back in the System Bag.
To her surprise, she discovered that the upgrade progress bar had been activated; the pale blue, futuristic panel below showed an upgrade progress of 21/300.
This number matched exactly with the zombies she had slaughtered this morning; she hadn’t noticed it before.
“What are you doing?” The man walked over to her and looked down as she stared blankly into midair.
Su Mo snapped back to reality and took out the Flat Pot.
“Frying pork,” she reached out to him, her fair fingers spread open in front of him: “I learned a trick from Su Niang today and wanted to give it a try.”
“Turns out that’s what you were up to at noon,” Jianxiong pulled up a small chair to the table, his eyes wide with anticipation.
Su Mo took out the seasonings one by one from the seasoning area, just as she remembered from noon, and arranged them neatly.
Lu Chen brought over bowls and chopsticks along with three pieces of meat, which were quickly thawed out.
But they didn’t have a kitchen knife, so Su Mo still used the scissors Lu Chen had given her to carefully snip the meat into small pieces, following Su Niang’s steps for the marinade meticulously.
Once the pot was hot and the oil was poured in, she began placing the meat slices into the pot one by one.
The process Su Niang taught her was simple, and after getting a feel for the heat, with a ding, the first pot of Fried Pork was done.
The prompt from the system also pleasantly surprised her—a new entry appeared in the recipe section.
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[Name]Fried Pork (Collected)
[Used Materials]Pork chunks, peanut oil, salt, black pepper, soy sauce
[Skill Level]: 80%
[Flavor Score]8 (10 is the highest score, the higher the score, the more the bonus points)
[Status Bonus]Blocks spiritual power, lasting for 48 hours.
This bonus duration, far more reliable than the one from instant noodles.
“Su Niang is really something,” she murmured, gazing into the air.
“What?
Can you eat this now, sister?” Jianxiong asked, holding chopsticks, his mouth nearly drooling.
“Yes, you can.
Go ahead and try,” Su Mo said, snapping back to reality, she picked up a chopstick full and put it in her mouth.
[Block spiritual power successful, countdown starting]
All three of them received this message after eating the meat concurrently.
Su Mo then saw a countdown timer, measured in minutes and shining with a green glow, appear above the heads of both Lu Chen and Jianxiong—such a prompt had never appeared with previous instant noodles.
Was it because of the longer duration?
“Damn!” Jianxiong exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat and looked around, astonished: “What’s that sound?”
A warm current surged up in their abdomens for the three of them, spreading through their limbs and then disappearing without a trace.
