Chapter 1487 The World is More Wonderful

Making Four Happiness Meatballs requires a lot of skill. If you don’t do it right, the meatballs will easily fall apart.

You have to pay more attention when frying. If you fry it too tender, the inside will not be cooked through, and if you fry it too overcooked, it will not look good. So this dish is all about details from the beginning to the end.

"Honey, do you know why it's called Four Joys Meatballs? It symbolizes the four great joys of life: happiness, wealth, longevity, and joy. Not only does it have a good meaning, it's also incredibly delicious."

"It can be braised, cooked in soup, or even chewed..."

In the 600-meter underground prison, Lei Zhen was making four-happiness meatballs.

It has to be said that he is quite talented in cooking. The meatballs were fried until golden brown, and the fragrance filled the room. It looked so appetizing that several prison guards like Thors couldn't stop smacking their lips.

"I've eaten it before." Little Red Fish tilted her head and said, "It's served at state banquets. I've eaten it many times."

"Do you think it's awesome to have eaten there? What's so good about a state banquet? It's all to fool foreigners. It doesn't have the essence of oriental cuisine at all. It's just to cater to the tastes of foreign guests." Lei Zhen understood very well.

"A state banquet for think tanks is not a state banquet for foreign guests."

"So what? The think tank is made up of a bunch of old guys. They eat mostly bland food, and the four-happiness meatballs they make aren't very good either."

“They made it just for me.”

"Is it delicious as I made it just for you?"

"I haven't eaten yet, so I don't know."

“…”

When it came to quarrels, Lei Zhen had never given in to anyone, but during the two or three months he was in jail, he did give in.

No matter how loud his voice was, the little red fish would not follow his thinking, but would directly jump to the next step, which made people quite depressed.

It's like going to the third floor. You ask the technician what services are available, and the technician tells you there are 388 and 588. You ask the technician what the services are, and the technician says they are all professionals. You ask if there are any special services, and the technician replies that they are number 66...

They are completely different. Although Xiao Hongyu cannot be a technician, what she said was even more extreme than a technician, and she was only willing to accept traditional positions because they were not tiring.

Lei Zhen was very depressed, but also expressed his understanding.

This is what a wife is like. If you want to find some new ways, you have to go out.

"Boss Shenhua, can we eat now?"

"What's this thing called? It looks really appetizing."

“…”

The prison guards rubbed their hands, waiting for Lei Zhen to say that it was time to eat.

At this moment, the sound of an elevator going down was heard from the prison entrance.

Thors and the others immediately looked stern, then showed an apologetic expression.

"Alright, close the door. You should at least show some respect, right?"

"I'm sorry, Boss Shinhwa."

He immediately closed Lei Zhen's door, locked the two of them inside, and then returned to their respective posts as quickly as possible.

After a while, the elevator landed, and then there was the sound of the steel door opening from the outside, and Speaker Sam strode in with two people.

"Oh, it's Speaker Sam. How did you find time to come and see me? Hurry up and have someone open the door. I just finished cooking. Let's have a drink, haha."

Lei Zhen was extremely enthusiastic and greeted the other party from a distance.

The expression seemed like greeting someone in my hometown in the countryside: Have you eaten?

Yes, that’s the feeling, no matter whether the person just came out of the bathroom or not.

"It smells good. Mr. Myth's cooking skills are pretty good, haha." Speaker Sam laughed.

"There's nothing I can do. I have to find something to do in this shitty place. I can't think of anything more meaningful than cooking." Lei Zhen raised his kitchen knife and said with a smile, "It's a rare honor for Speaker Sam to trust and care about me. This kitchen knife is really good."

"I bought it specially from Chinatown. I heard that you Orientals are used to using this kind of knife."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll chop you down?"

"You're not so ignorant, are you?"

"Haha, just kidding, come have a drink!"

The door lock opened again, and Speaker Sam walked in, signaling his men not to follow him in, not caring at all whether Lei Zhen would take him hostage and escape.

The situation outside was in chaos. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that the other party would not resort to violence to get out, but would wait for him to release them.

Of course, this cannot be said. Not only can he not say it, he also has to maintain considerable self-confidence.

"The situation outside is quite complicated, isn't it? Is it difficult for you to handle it?" Lei Zhen put down the kitchen knife and said with a smile, "If you really can't handle it, you can ask me for help. I have nothing to do anyway."

"Hahaha, although there is some situation outside, we have almost dealt with it. Otherwise, how would I have the time to come and see you?" Speaker Sam laughed.

"Really?"

"Otherwise, you don't think we don't even have this ability, do you?"

"To be honest, I really think so, because this world is just a makeshift team. As for how makeshift it is, you and I both know it, so don't pretend, hehe."

We often talk about a makeshift team, but how makeshift can it be?

A comedian became president, relying entirely on acting from start to finish; a nightclub hostess turned into a female prime minister; an adult film actress unexpectedly became a member of parliament...

To be honest, no one could do worse than them if they were to take on these positions, and they could even do better than them.

They are all makeshift troupes, and that's just how it is.

"Mr. Myth, I admire your confidence, but with you here—with all due respect, this world is starting to become less exciting without you."

Speaker Sam continued to be confident that he could not show any guilt.

As for coming to find Lei Zhen this time, he mainly wanted to find out something and use it as a bargaining chip to turn the tables after taking it back, such as finding out who helped him plan all this.

He glanced at the fragile little red fish, and a barely perceptible gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"You're wrong. The world without me is more exciting because I only developed version 1.0 of the game. They will develop version 2.0 and 3.0." Lei Zhen said with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, you are not worried, but desperate. Let's have a drink and let me take a good guess..."

Of course, he didn't know how things were going outside, but he could make a judgment based on the time, or absolutely trust Little Red Fish's arrangements.

Even if some things deviate in time, they will not deviate too much, and the overall direction will definitely proceed as planned.

Speaker Sam just happened to come, which means that things have developed to a point where they are out of control.

"Your wife is so beautiful," said Speaker Sam.

Hearing this, Lei Zhen shrugged his shoulders and smiled, then reached out and hugged Little Red Fish in his arms.

"But according to Eastern aesthetic standards, your wife is not stunningly beautiful, and she appears frail and sickly. So the question is, why would you risk bringing your wife with you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the best way to protect your wife. However, this kind of protection is a bit excessive. According to normal logic, she should be sent back to the East—"

Speaker Sam stared at Lei Zhen with undisguised brilliance in his eyes.

Found it, this woman is the real mastermind!