The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 98: The Gang Leader requests a Manchu-Han Banquet

Chapter 98: The Gang Leader requests a Manchu-Han Banquet

Now, it was Siri’s turn to ask Li Chunhua in a hushed voice, "Master, are you sure you read it right?"

"I did?" Li Chunhua raised her eyebrows and glossed over the words before responding, "Oh, I really did read it wrong! Thank you, Brother Siri!"

"No problem!" Siri smiled and thought Li Chunhua would address the mistakes, but his master became even more ruthless and added another zero on the price, and the last phrase changed to this.

"You and your 18th generation of descendants would be gone from the face of the planet! Do you have any questions?"

Huh? What?

Siri checked once more, but Li Chunhua stuffed the paper in her inventory, depriving Siri of the chance. "Master, are you blind?" He tugged the gang’s leader’s sleeves and whispered.

"Master, you’re so wicked!" "Ji ji ji!" The two face-fans protested, but when Li Chunhua threatened them with reducing their meal allowance, their complaints turned into flatteries.

"Master, you’re so kind, beautiful, and magnanimous."

Li Chunhua rolled her eyes.

Long Haoran’s mind stopped working on the word gold because he only knew the currency of this world was copper. "What are gold coins? "

"One gold coin is equal to 100 silver coins, and a silver coin is worth a thousand coppers each." Li Chunhua’s lips stretched into a grin after the explanation, as if she had secured the victory, although she felt like a leader of the thugs at this moment, committing extortions.

I have a debt of more than ten million copper coins. Long Haoran was astonished. Can he vomit back the medicine?

"Hold on, how can I know that what you’re saying is the truth?" These people must have been just bluffing because there’s no way these people would give a medicine worth that much to a stranger.

Siri was about to speak, but Li Chunhua blocked his mouth.

"There’s a simple method. We beat you up to the state when we found you and fed you the medicine again, but your debt will double. If you still won’t believe when we can beat you again and feed you again, my hands are available all afternoon." The grin on Li Chunhua’s lips widened when she saw the man become speechless.

The three spectators were astounded by her change in behavior. Is this still the master they knew? First, her verdict was ruthless, and now she was blackmailing the fellow.

Unable to find a proper response, Long Haoran looked at his copper coin balance of $432 and sent his brother a message.

[Dumpling Duke]: How much money do you have?

[Great Romantic Sage]: Brother! Brother! You’ve finally replied. Do you see how worried I was? What exactly happened?

Long Zurui was happy when he finally received a message from the off-the-grid brother of his; he nearly thought he was dead or abducted by Amazonas due to his looks.

[Dumpling Duke]: Long Story. How much money do you have?

Sensing the urgency, Long Zurui reported ’78’ and his brother replied thereafter with a baffling phrase as if he were saying his last goodbye.

[Dumpling Duke]: ...

[Dumpling Duke]: It was nice knowing you.

Long Zurui was confused.

[Great Romantic Sage]: What happened to you, brother? Why are you asking for money?

He couldn’t beat the lady. He doesn’t have any money, either. His brother was still a poor leech. Thus, there’s only one alternative left.

After dispatching the last message, he accepted his lackey fate and turned to the gang’s leader to ask, "So when do I start?"

A split second later, just after he asked, a bunch of things appeared on the small table. Noodles, bags of rice, canned goods, seasonings, oil, wood, bottles of oil, soy sauce, oyster sauce, vinegar, bags of flour, and even eggs and dried fruits.

There’s even wine, a stove, a gas tank, gallons of purified water, ceramic bowls, pots, spatulas, paper towels, and a dozen pieces of root crop from the dungeon—the chumpets.

"I want a complete Manchu banquet! Super large portion! "Li Chunhua demanded before wiping the corner of her mouth. Heaven knows how long she has been waiting for this moment to arrive, even though it was only the second day!

This gang leader must be dreaming. Manchu-Han Banquet comprises several hundred items, and they needed meat like poultry, mutton, beef, and a lot more. Among the items, the only available protein was canned goods.

But he won’t say no to these.

"Okay, Dad." Long Haoran extended both of his arms and hugged all the things. This gang hideout isn’t so bad, especially for their gang leader. If he managed to scam her with all her things, he could level up silently, and in the future, he would take over this hideout and scam her once again.

Li Chunhua didn’t know of the plan brewing in the man’s head. All she knows is that she will have a full stomach this lunch, and she didn’t forget to praise the new gang member. "Nice son." Her eyes on the surface shone with fatherly love, but inside she was rubbing her hands together, having cunning thoughts.

If the dishes taste good, she’ll make him cook all his life.

The three lost spectators: ( ・◇・)?( ・◇・)?( ・◇・)? What? Why can’t they follow the progress at all? How did the two become father and son? Isn’t this supposed to be a court case for settling liabilities? Why did it become a reunion?

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Inside the kitchen, Siri crossed his arms while sizing up the new lackey. "This is the kitchen. You can tell me if you need anything. Just don’t try something funny."

Long Haoran never thought he could find a decent kitchen in this world. Although it was nothing compared to the modernized kitchen, he can cook comfortably here.

He initially thought the gang leader would just let him construct a kitchen on his own since the residences of the players only had one room.

After Siri warned the Long guy, he shut the door and went out, leaving Long Haoran alone.

The time for lunch was fast approaching. Long Haoran rolled his sleeves and prepared for his new dad’s meals.