The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 74 - 72 Unlimited Blocking
74: Chapter 72: Unlimited Blocking
74 -72: Unlimited Blocking
With a sigh, she felt this was just karma.
She was placed on the lower bunk, her nose filled with a scent uniquely belonging to Lu Chen.
The clothes on her back were lifted as the man wrapped ice in a cloth and massaged her back again.
“Did you level up today?” he suddenly asked her.
Su Mo tilted her head to look at him and nodded excitedly, “Yes, the system upgraded, and I got a rice cooker and a fish pond.”
“A fish pond?” Lu Chen paused, curiosity flickering in his cold eyes, “What fish pond?”
She pulled down her clothes and climbed out of bed to get closer to him, excitedly saying, “It’s a pond for raising fish.
We can eat fish tomorrow!”
Well…
he now had to learn to accept Su Mo’s magical system; he couldn’t show his surprise anymore.
“Go back and lie down.”
Lu Chen tried to keep his cool in front of her, but both of their stomachs growled at the same time.
They had been busy all day and had barely eaten anything.
Su Mo raised an eyebrow and smiled at his stomach, then got out of bed, took out the rice cooker, and set it on the table, calling Lu Chen over, “It’s just a bruise, nothing serious.
You have rice in your space, let’s give it a try.”
The man could not resist her and had to agree.
As instructed, he came over, took out the rice, and used the ice as water to wash it.
This rice cooker was small, cute, and plump.
Su Mo put in two bowls of rice, added some melted ice water, and closed the lid.
The buttons on the lid were just like any rice cooker’s, capable of cooking porridge, rice, and soup, and had settings for both thorough cooking and quick cooking.
This time it seemed pretty straightforward, and Su Mo cheerfully pressed for quick cooking.
The lid lit up with a twenty-minute countdown.
She moved the rice cooker to one side, took out the kitchen utensils, and said, “Get some meat out.”
“This is also…
a gift from the system?”
Lu Chen handed her some frozen meat and asked.
“Yes,” Su Mo nodded.
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After the meat thawed and softened, she rinsed it with ice water, placed it on the chopping board, and began slicing it neatly.
The slices were evenly cut and perfectly shaped for the pot.
[Name]Fried Pork (Collected)
[Used Materials]Pork chunks, peanut oil, salt, pepper, soy sauce
[Skill Level]: 100% God Chef utensils bonus 20%
[Taste Score]10 (10 being perfect, the higher the score, the more the bonus)
[Status Bonus]Permanently blocks same-level spiritual power (Note: Effective once per person)
Su Mo was startled by the prompt, having succeeded 100%.
She was delighted and immediately served the meat.
Soon, the rice from the rice cooker was also ready.
The rice was fragrant and full, she took two bowls, filled them up, and placed several pieces of the meat in the bowls to hand over to Lu Chen.
“I’ll go call Jianxiong.”
She wiped her hands, opened the door, and quickly dashed across to knock on Jianxiong’s door, but there was no response from inside; she didn’t know where he had gone.
She had to return and said, “Let’s eat first, I don’t know where he went.”
The two started eating.
The rice complemented by the fried meat was delicious, aromatic, and chewier than ever.
[Blocking of same-level spiritual power successful, no time limit]
A mechanical male voice suddenly appeared in Lu Chen’s mind, then vanished.
“No time limit?” Lu Chen’s hand paused while holding chopsticks, his gaze shifting.
“Yes, a person only gets one chance.
This is the first successful one I’ve made,” Su Mo nodded, smiling brightly.
Even with many precedents, he couldn’t suppress the shock in his heart.
“Hurry up and eat, it’s getting cold,” Su Mo said, lowering her head to take a bite of the fragrant rice, feeling immensely satisfied inside.
“Alright,” he picked up his chopsticks, suppressing the turmoil inside, and bowed his head to eat.
After eating their fill and cleaning up, Su Mo stripped the leg wrap, loaded her pistol with bullets, and placed it on the upper bunk before going to take a shower.
Coming out refreshed, she climbed to the top bunk and stuck her head out, saying, “Tomorrow, bring out all the tea, I’ll see if I can brew something else with it.”
“Alright,” Lu Chen cushioned his head with his hand, responding to her, “Just sleep if it doesn’t hurt.”
“Goodnight,” Su Mo said before she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.
The next morning, someone came and mentioned that Mo Yan had been waiting in the office for a long time.
This time, Su Mo boldly wrapped her leg wrap over her pant leg, freeing her from the hassle of wearing overly long pants.
By the time the two arrived, the prison guard’s office was quite lively.
Li Qian was brewing tea for a few people with several paper cups.
Mo Yan’s associates filled the entire office; Zhao Xiweng and Chu Mengyao had been called to gather water and were not present.
“Morning, Li Qian,” Su Mo greeted him cheerfully.
Li Qian responded with a polite smile, adjusting his glasses, which made Su Mo feel considerably better seeing him with glasses.
“You know how to make tea?” she asked, watching his elegant tea-making movements.
“A bit,” Li Qian, his glasses steaming up slightly, smiled and nodded as he handed her a cup.
Taking the cup, Su Mo’s eyes brightened: “Then you should teach me sometime.”
“At your service,” he replied.
“Momo,” Mo Yan could no longer sit still on his chair, his injured face pale like a distressed prince.
Holding the cup, Su Mo fiddled with her ear and said with a smile, “There’s no need for such affectionate terms between us, I’d be happier if you just called me Su Mo.”
The words Mo Yan used to defend Chu Mengyao that night made Su Mo not even want to maintain a superficial friendship with him.
“Don’t push people too hard, woman,” Ai Yang stood there, looking somewhat irritated.
“We’ve tolerated your harm to Mengyao without fuss, who are you putting on this tone for?”
Su Mo turned towards him, placing her teacup on the table, her smile cooling as she swiftly drew her revolver and pointed it straight at his forehead: “Don’t get too high and mighty.
I’m really annoyed.”
With the dark muzzle of the gun pressing against his head, Ai Yang immediately fell silent.
“Enough, Ai Yang,” Mo Yan turned his head and shouted sternly, his gentle face contorting with distress.
“Come here, Su Mo,” Lu Chen, seated behind the office desk, beckoned to her.
Su Mo holstered her gun and walked over, sitting directly on the table with a radiant smile as if the previous scene had never involved her.
Li Qian adjusted his glasses and said, “Let’s discuss the main issue.”
A cup of tea, steaming gently, was placed in front of each person.
“Tell us about your current superpower situation,” Lu Chen cast a cold gaze towards Mo Yan.
“All are Level 1 superpowers, with no upgrades yet,” Mo Yan shook his head, the grim situation clearly troubling him, especially with the loss of a superpower user.
“Do you feel like there’s a cap?” Lu Chen asked.
“Only I do,” he responded.
“The situation now is, the zombies outside are evolving and multiplying geometrically, while we are still stuck in place,” Li Qian added more tea, highlighting the crucial point.
Su Mo nodded, continuing his thoughts: “Their claws have become much sharper, their pace as fast as an adult’s brisk walk, and they prefer to move in groups.”
