I Sell Lunch Boxes in the Survival Game

A crazy pervert × cold-hearted but warm-hearted little naive.

Transmigrated to the interstellar era, Ming Mei chose a job where she could lie down with her eyes closed to live a peaceful lif...

Chapter 229 God of Cookery, are you a little bit of a yandere?

Thanks to the unknown bug B for appearing.

After spending an unknown amount of time, Lu Xiaoyao and her brother Lu Gui worked together to create six energy crystals suitable for them. Then, the group decided to take a detour back.

However, having learned from their previous experience of being discovered by the Starfire Insects, this time they simply sneaked back through the Black Beetle area.

However, it was eventually discovered.

I just can't understand it at all!

When all the players discovered that a Starfire Bug was mixed in with the Black Beetle group, and then exposed their whereabouts again, the players' mentality collapsed!

Apart from Mu Chen and Ming Mei, the other players couldn't understand why the Starfire Insect would be alone in the Black Beetle's territory.

Is this a setup specifically designed to ambush them?!

"This is not right!!"

This time, the black beetle's scalding fluid directly struck several mechs, including Lu Xiaoyao and Lu Gui's dual mechs and the Zhen brothers' single mechs, forcing them to abandon their mechs and emerge from their escape capsules at the last moment.

Fortunately, they had just entered the planet's defensive shield at that time, preventing the Zerg from following them in.

When they finally stepped onto solid ground, they looked up at the darkening sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

A narrow escape from death, only to be killed by insects!

They're finally back!

Guided by the bright sunshine, the group of people eagerly rushed to the food dissection room with the insects they had brought back.

The whole insects were sent in, and what was returned in the end were boxes that had been disassembled and packaged.

A portion of it was deducted and given to the master chef.

The timing of the subsequent one-on-one private lessons was quickly discussed and agreed upon by everyone.

Some people want to sleep in, some want to take a nap, and some want to practice in the morning and attend classes in the afternoon. Their schedules don't conflict much.

Therefore, they discussed it very quickly.

Everyone got what they wanted, except for the God of Cookery who achieved the feat of "attending classes all day"!

Only Mingmei achieved the status of being the "gatekeeper" all day long!

She just didn't understand why she had to stand guard at the door while the players were taking classes.

Why couldn't the chef just let her go in and observe?

Do you think I'd be afraid she'd steal my skills?

What a joke! If she can eat what others make, why would she want to learn to make it herself?

Mingmei stood at the door, bored out of her mind, and could only chat with Guigui.

However, the classroom door didn't seem to be sealed, so when she stood at the door, a fragrant aroma would sometimes waft out, making her feel restless and irritated.

Sometimes the smell of burning, charring, and all sorts of bizarre odors would make even the bright and beautiful woman outside the door unable to resist rushing to the toilet to vomit.

Having been exposed to the stench several times in a row, she still couldn't understand how such a smell could be made!

"It can't be that bad..."

After being overwhelmed by the stench countless times, Mingmei finally learned to pinch her nose with tweezers. Standing outside the door, she complained to Guigui, "How can their cooking be so bad? I don't expect them to be able to make something that looks, smells, and tastes delicious, but at least... why do they always manage to make something this ridiculous?"

"Do they really use insect meat instead of insect excrement?"

Gui Gui: [It might be a problem with the ingredients. After all, the insects they caught weren't high-grade. Although they had a lot of meat, the quality wasn't good. They also didn't know how to control the heat or how to prepare them before cooking, so...]

"Sigh~ It's a pity that Lu Xiaoyao's class is the last one in the afternoon, so I can't see what's going on inside."

Mingmei sighed, her curiosity about the players' failed attempts only growing stronger because she couldn't see them.

Is the difference between what an ordinary person makes and what a master chef makes really that big?

Just as Mingmei was lost in thought, Yuan Fang, who had just come out of the classroom with a face as constricted as an eggplant, looked up and saw the wooden clip on Mingmei's nose again.

Instantly, Yuan Fang's face changed from purple to dark red, then back to purple, and finally he turned away and ran off in a flash.

Doesn't he understand the businesswoman's look?

I've made a complete fool of myself!

The food I cooked tasted and smelled awful QAQ!

I'm so ashamed I can't face anyone!

Mingmei stared speechlessly at Yuan Fang's retreating figure. It really didn't have to be that bad.

"Is this guy too thin-skinned? He feels embarrassed already?" Mingmei muttered under her breath, turning her head to see the Chef God standing at the classroom door, expressionless, poking at the ventilation and odor removal button on the wall. (www.cascoo.net)

He's pressed that button many times today.

Mingmei peeked into the classroom and saw a stark contrast in the situation.

The chef's stove—bright and clean, with the stir-fried dishes laid out, accompanied by the background music of a golden legend—looks so delicious that you feel that just one bite would be enough to make you cry with joy.

Then, take another look at the player's stove—not only are all sorts of seasonings spilled all over the table, but the black pot is still bubbling with thick bubbles because the fire on the stove hasn't been turned off.

As the bubble burst, a plume of gray smoke rose into the air.

Bright and beautiful: ? ? ? ?

Are these dishes made from the same ingredient?

While Mingmei was filled with questions, she cautiously glanced at the chef's dark-faced expression; his displeasure was obvious.

Sigh~

Oh no!

It was exactly like the look of disgust on his father's face when he watched the rest of the family cook.

However, the person in front of them, while showing disdain, also exuded a faint killing intent.

Is this not just her imagination?

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