Chapter 102: Repeatedly Leaping Sideways

"Ah, Grandma, you'd better not drink anymore." Inside the Chaos Residence, the Ox Demon King looked with a mournful face at Bixiao, who was gulping down wine from a wine jug, and tried to persuade her.

She started drinking as soon as she came this morning and has been drinking until now.

This is the Peach Blossom Brew they painstakingly brewed, and the result is that Bixiao alone drank a whole large jug of it.

If she keeps drinking like this, what will they have left to drink?

"Mind your own business, and it's not like I didn't give you money." Bixiao frowned, glanced at the Ox Demon King with some displeasure, and said: "Little Kui, I think you've been getting carried away today, and you dare to blame me!"

The Ox Demon King's face changed, sweat beaded on his forehead, he hurriedly stepped back a few paces, and laughed brightly: "Nothing of the sort, Grandma, drink, drink as much as you want!"

"But we still have!"

His manner of first showing respect then reverence is utterly ridiculous.

"That's about right." Bixiao rolled her eyes, put down her clenched fists.

Seeing this, the Ox Demon King breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and avoided another beating.

Looking at Bixiao drinking heartily before him, the Ox Demon King also had great doubts in his heart—this small jar is worth three thousand taels, and Grandma has already drunk the eleventh small jar.

That's not less than thirty thousand taels of silver?

Although he is only a demon king, he also understands what thirty thousand taels of silver means in the mortal world.

Good heavens, could the three Elder Martial Sisters have looted some nation's treasury?

"Has Shopkeeper Chen not gotten up yet?" Yunxiao, sitting quietly like a maiden beside him, smiled faintly and spoke softly.

Peng Demon King shook his head, also worrying in his heart about having no wine to drink tomorrow: "What is Shopkeeper Chen doing? It's not for us to speculate."

Yunxiao, upon hearing this, nodded in agreement.

Even Qiong Xiao, who originally had a bad attitude toward Chen Nuo, surprisingly did not retort.

The combat ability of divine powers truly amazed her.

"But I want to eat something, I'm sick of drinking wine!" Bixiao pouted dissatisfiedly, and just as she finished speaking, she took another sip of wine.

Her divine power of swallowing the abyss can convert the energy of ingested things; this Peach Blossom Brew, upon entering her mouth, was moreover digested and absorbed by her without the slightest waste.

Bixiao now clearly feels that her power level has been fully enhanced by ten percent.

It may seem little, but she is a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Already enough to astonish the world and shock convention.

It is sufficient to prove how astonishing the energy contained in Shopkeeper Chen's wine is.

Moreover, this promotion in power level is fundamentally not restricted by the Investiture of the Gods, meaning that as long as she keeps eating and drinking, she still has hope of advancing to Prepared Saint!

It is simply a divine skill!

As long as she keeps eating and drinking daily, and awakens a bit more of her divine powers, one can imagine how strong she will become in the future.

So, Shopkeeper Chen, hurry up and come down to cook!

The Chen Nuo, the great shopkeeper whom Yunxiao has longed for, is currently busy in his own room.

He naturally knows Yunxiao has arrived, but he is currently busy with something more important—namely, drawing lots.

It has been a long time since any new dish appeared; Chen Nuo strove hard and made thirty consecutive draws.

Before Chen Nuo at this moment, three sticks of incense have already been inserted, emitting curling blue smoke; what he worships is not the Three Purities, but a single character.

Capitalized OU!

Looking at the system time, timing it to the hour, Chen Nuo clicked once on ten consecutive draws!

"Ding, congratulations host for obtaining ten bags of flour, one hundred jin of premium beef, fifty bags of mutton rolls, fifty jin of shrimp..."

The first round of ten consecutive draws, directly dead!

Chen Nuo's heart sank, his fingers trembling, he made another ten consecutive draws.

"Ding, congratulations host for obtaining ten bags of flour, twenty bags of flour, fifty ribbonfish..."

I Ni Ma, Chen Nuo nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The previous incarnation of this system must be a Ni Ma flour factory!

He now takes out the flour in his system,

estimated to be enough to fill the entire Ling Mountain!

And there is still one last desperate struggle opportunity—whether to sneak into Europe to become an emperor or come to Africa to become a chieftain.

In this one move!

Chen Nuo held his breath, and made a frantic clicking on the ten consecutive draws button—although he only had one ten consecutive draws opportunity left!

If this button were physical, it would have been smashed to pieces by being pressed.

"Ding, congratulations host for obtaining fifty bags of flour..."

I Ni Ma, you've given me face—each time more than the last!

"Premium pork elbows thirty pairs, fire pot inheritance..."

New dishes have appeared!

A look of surprise flashed in Chen Nuo's eyes, but this is not all.

"Wang Zhihe stinky tofu thirty boxes, expansion order one sheet."

Expansion order?

Chen Nuo was a bit dazed, what is this situation?

Upon clicking in and examining closely, it turned out to be an upgrade item that can expand the Chaos Residence.

Not bad!

Chen Nuo felt joy in his heart.

With this, the fire pot problem can also be solved.

When he just drew the fire pot inheritance, he was still wondering how to set up this fire pot in the shop; now looking back, it seems somewhat unnecessary worry.

Once the new construction is complete, having one in the middle of each table would be absolutely perfect.

After the lottery ended, the system began the inheritance.

The inheritance of the hot pot involves no complicated operations; it mainly lies in the pairing of the base ingredients, which is where the soul resides.

After tidying up, extinguishing the incense, and feeling in high spirits, he walked downstairs.

"Shopkeeper Chen!" Upon hearing Chen Nuo come downstairs, the Three Immortal Maidens all looked up in unison.

This truly is the case of being called a thousand times and summoned ten thousand times before finally appearing.

"Shopkeeper Chen, hurry, order the dishes!"

Bixiao acted like a nouveau riche, her entire being exuding the aura of "I have money."

Chen Nuo blinked in amused disbelief: "What would you like to eat?"

"Sauce Board Duck!"

Bixiao didn't hesitate; previously, when she came to the shop, that Sauce Board Duck had been guarded fiercely by the Second Sister, like a tigress protecting her cub.

This time, she was determined to find out exactly what it tasted like!

The Dry Rice Eaters will never give up because of difficulties!

Chen Nuo nodded slightly, then turned to Yunxiao and asked: "And you?"

"I'll have a serving of the beef noodles that Sānmèi had last time." Yunxiao smiled faintly.

Gazing at the handsome Chen Nuo, Qiong Xiao turned her head away somewhat unnaturally, but her mouth honestly spoke: "Flying Dragon Soup."

Chen Nuo twitched the corner of his mouth, good partner, it seems you've just memorized these three—could this be the legendary endless lateral leaping spoken of in tales?

Without saying anything else, Chen Nuo turned and went to prepare.

"Shopkeeper Chen!" The Ox Demon King suddenly called out to stop Chen Nuo.

Seeing Chen Nuo turn back, the Ox Demon King chuckled awkwardly, somewhat restrained, and said: "Can I order my portion now?"

"Hmm."

"Then I'll have the braised pork."

Before the words even faded, the Peng Demon King shouted: "I want the Fragrant Crispy Fried Chicken!"

"Remember to pay." Chen Nuo said calmly.

Heavenly Kitchen.

"How many dishes have we made now?" Zhou Kang lay completely slumped on the table, weak and exhausted, saying:

Originally still somewhat handsome, his face now had both eyes blackened, as if he'd been violently beaten.

These past few days of intense labor have left this sole mortal unable to endure it.

"It seems we've already made two hundred?" The Kitchen God stared blankly.

"It's two hundred and seventeen dishes." Sun Wukong's voice grew heavy.

Tomorrow is the time to submit the inspected dishes to the Queen Mother of the West, yet the four of us have already exerted our utmost effort to research these.

We are still far from the three hundred and sixty-five dishes mandated by the Queen Mother of the West.