Chapter 268: NO.30: Dedicated Kitchen

NO. 30: Dedicated Kitchen

Given Suzi and Xin Tiao's truly excessive research enthusiasm, Aomo quickly withdrew from the underground laboratory.

Bringing Bourbon and Chazuo along.

These two were only down here out of a moment's curiosity, not truly interested in the experiment; although Chazuo had just said she would double-monitor Suzi, she now also doesn't need to temporarily.

Because the laboratory has surveillance cameras.

They are used to record experimental steps for lab users, facilitate review in case of accidents, and allow the landlord to confirm that some housemates aren't causing explosions in the lab.

Aomo can still control this aspect, but it's truly unpredictable what the housemates have ordered online and sent over, so a supplementary education is needed.

The results of the education will have to wait for later, and for now…

"Welcome back? Shall we talk somewhere else?"

Just a few steps out of the stairwell, Aomo was greeted by Zhouri Ningjing, who seemed to have been waiting for him.

"What is this 'friend'?" Chazuo gave the two a puzzled look, not expecting that the 'friend' she had asked to temporarily watch over this place and the trainer would have any connection.

At this moment, the 'friend's' gaze was somewhat hesitant, while the trainer gently said, "You and Bourbon go attend to your own affairs; I'll go with her to the kitchen to prepare lunch."

But the 'friend' was clearly resistant.

"Who's going to cook with you?"

"So Chazuo is here to help?" the trainer said helplessly.

"... I can only help with odd jobs; don't expect me to cook anything."

"I thought as much."

"…" Zhouri Ningjing's face flushed then paled, but seeing Chazuo nearby, she simply turned and said, "I'll go to the kitchen first."

Aomo, meanwhile, watched her receding back with the two horse girls, then shrugged at them: "As you can see, I should also go prepare lunch."

"Afternoon training remains unchanged; I'll take you to Toresen, and if you need to bring anything, you can prepare it now."

"... Okay." Glancing toward the kitchen, Chazuo was still somewhat curious about the trainer and the 'friend's' conversation, but she was also a well-behaved child, pulling her head back without asking further.

And Bourbon is always straightforward.

"Received, then I'll go upstairs first, master."

She indeed wanted to bring some things, such as weighted sandbags, and also surprisingly heavy horseshoe-nailed shoes; these are all permitted by Aomo.

Different horse girls ultimately have different training methods and directions, and Bourbon has always been on the path of hot-blooded sports manga.

Admittedly, such manga often develop into superpower battles, but… isn't horse girls' racing just superpower battles?

Especially those learning hindrance system skills—also called 'Red Skills' that block people.

Indirect opposition, direct opposition—the Saichang is ever-changing.

You also won't know what tricks the opponents running alongside you on the Saichang have learned.

Just as Bourbon's original victory outfit design was truly approved by the Ura Association, allowing a turbine injection device to coordinate with skill release.

Aomo's impression: good strategy, but I'd like to make a slight modification, jpg

For example, adding some fabric so it's not so indecent.

Of course, this plan needs long-term deliberation.

The design of victory outfits has always been jointly discussed by the horse girl and trainer to determine the 'concept' and 'style', then completed by a professional designer, after which the Ura Association reviews it, considering whether it can be materialized.

Thus Bourbon's rather outlandish tech-themed outfit can appear on the Saichang.

——That was also sent by the Ura Association, granting participation qualification in G1 races to an outstanding horse girl.

It is itself permitted to be remodeled, even to produce a new set—speaking of this, one cannot help but mention the yearly 'Jièmén Grand Prize' event, which, due to coinciding with Christmas, often sees horse girls pulling out a Christmas-themed Christmas outfit.

Among them is a heavyweight——Ludaofu Xiangzheng, who left a deep impression by taking the form of a Christmas tree for one edition.

Quite profound; the humiliation of being surpassed by a rampaging Christmas tree is not something ordinary horse girls can accept.

It is said that the idea came from a certain unnamed representative Miss Qianming.

But having said that, the fact that such victory outfit designs can be approved suggests there are also some divine beings in the Ura Association.

This might also be the kind of uninhibited self-expression possible only without a trainer supervising; other horse girls' Christmas victory outfits would hardly match—meaning 'to mess around'.

Unless the Christmas victory outfit design list adds a slot for the Golden Ship.

For now, there's still no news; it's a regret for the jokers, while ordinary people breathe a sigh of relief.

Aomo naturally belongs to the latter; although he enjoys messing around with brothers, it's obvious those people on the Saichang are not brothers.

Moreover, he hasn't even participated in the New Horse Battle yet, so considering a Christmas victory outfit is too early.

Better to let Bourbon continue hot-blooded training; if that cyber horse girl can truly show more hot-bloodedness.

The process of anti-cyberization is also arduous; although today's performance was already not bad, today's simulated dialogue training is still indispensable.

Usually it's a dialogue simulation script prepared for announcers and casual talk practitioners, used to have Bourbon repeatedly practice to correct speaking habits—this is a regular part of the training plan Aomo assigned to Bourbon.

However, according to Bourbon's side, these past two days Qianming has also been calling Bourbon regularly, directly via video call to correct her speaking style, which is unexpectedly responsible.

She and Shirota Hakujin, upon summer vacation, have reversed roles; Hakujin's side has had no news for several days, while she instead updates travel logs and albums on Umastagram every day, and seeks Bourbon for talk therapy.

It looks especially leisurely.

How nice, truly someone who can enjoy summer vacation; glancing at the log on the screen beside, Aomo sighed.

"Why sigh as soon as you come in?" Zhouri Ningjing furrowed her brows.

Aomo glanced at her; after sighing, his face turned to astonishment, and he had to admit he had been startled.

The reason was none other than that she was tying on an apron.

When that especially formal black suit was topped with an especially down-to-earth spotted apron, this sense of incongruity was enough to make his face twitch with an irrepressible smile.

"I've wanted to say this before—do you understand how many people the Jièmén district sends to the hospital each year because of horse girls?" Zhouri Ningjing said gloomily.

"Around 1,100 on average; last year it was 1,234 cases," Aomo gave a fairly precise figure, keeping a straight face, "About half are due to direct clashes with horse girls."

As for that, the black-haired horse girl was also not surprised.

"You probably don't want to become one of them."

"Her gaze wandered over the young man, probably looking for a convenient angle to kick out her leg."

"So the latter just gave a fake cough twice, then went to the hook behind the kitchen door to fetch another apron."

"\"Please help cut those few carrots first, \" he said."

"He then added: \"Don't forget to wash your hands, especially the pads of your index fingers. \""

"\"... \" Zhouri Ningjing, who lowered her head upon hearing that, looked at her fingers slightly stained with smoke-yellow, feeling a bit embarrassed: \"I only use the automatic models. \""

"\"Automatic model\" actually refers to a popular fully automatic electronic cigarette processor that can fully automatically handle secondhand smoke and even oral cleaning, an expensive smoking device."

"The only thing not fully automatic about this smoking device is that the tobacco liquid needs to be manually filled; the smoke-yellow, dark red, navy blue... colors depend on the composition of the tobacco liquid."

"\"So I was just saying to wash hands. \" Aomo calmly pulled open the fridge stuffed full."

"This place should have used space-expansion technology, but due to insufficient initial funds they opted for a lower-grade product; the ingredients look abundant, but in reality they're only enough for two meals for the people here."

"After all, there are only two ordinary human appetites here—and Aomo's appetite is still flexibly adjustable; if he does some high-consumption exercise that day, it's not impossible to challenge a horse girl."

"Honestly, being able to feed four horse girls at minimum two meals each, this amount of ingredients far exceeds a typical household's daily shopping; even if Aomo always goes during discount periods, it's still over a hundred per meal."

"Speaking of astonishing food expenses, the point is still the consumption speed."

"He thought, \"I have to go buy vegetables again tonight... \""

"Actually, using the lab's expansion freezer is also an option, but..."

"As long as you've seen the monster organization that Xintiao Qian bought today, you probably wouldn't want to put food in her freezer."

"You might even consequently doubt the style of the contents in Suzi's lab freezer."

"And Zhouri Ningjing, who still didn't know that Aomo had just grabbed a few bags and already brainstormed, merely gave an honest 'oh' and then silently washed her hands."

"Although she had spoken confidently earlier, the more she thought about it the angrier she got, and she still ended up taking a drag, and to make matters worse, she was discovered..."

"Zhouri Ningjing's status: 【Out of sorts】"

"Next round dialogue reduced by 30%, likely to argue. jpg"

"However, Aomo didn't seize this excellent 'revenge' opportunity; he dove straight into the subject and talked about the main matter:"

"\"This morning I went to the Magic Staff exchange exhibition, encountered a monster attack, and after the impostor monster commander directing the monsters was interrogated by the police, he gave the name Moon Slack Symbol. \""

"The brief account directly caused Zhouri Ningjing's peeling knife to stall; she turned her head and stared at him as he was chopping vegetables."

"\"How did you get attacked by monsters again? \""

"\"Isn't that not the point? \""

"Aomo didn't lift his head, nor did he stop his kitchen knife, showing his belief that cooking is far more important than this matter."

"\"The point is this person, Moon Slack Symbol; he is the uncle of Ludaofu Xiangzheng and also the eldest son of the Speed Symbol. \""

"\"What do you think of him? \""

"\"How to think? A loser. \" Seeing Aomo so focused, Zhouri Ningjing felt she shouldn't fall behind either."

"She didn't even look at him, concentrating on dealing with the carrot in her hand."

"At the same time she further explained:"

"\"Because it's not due to being a horse girl, she was excluded from the horse-girl-related industries of the Symbol family. \""

"\"Before his sister Tianmei Yue Shen was alive, he had no chance to participate in those things; after her passing, none of this fell to him—instead, the old lady of the Speed Symbol retook control. \""

"\"After that came Ludaofu Xiangzheng's graduation and gradual takeover; that old lady had never allowed humans to interfere in this area, not to mention Moon Slack Symbol, not even her husband while she was alive could manage it. \""

"\"How is his desire for power? \""

"\"Are you asking if he's unwilling or not? \""

"\"No, I'm just asking about his desire for power. \""

"Aomo said, and simply chopped the meat bone on the cutting board with one blow."

"\"Whether there's internal conflict in the Symbol family is secondary; I only want to confirm whether he truly is the leader of those few lackeys. \""