Chapter 29 As He Zhao spoke, the Mud Demon stopped eating and instead looked towards…
As He Zhao spoke, the Mud Demon stopped eating and looked at He Zhao, waiting for her to continue.
He Zhao did not disappoint the mud ghost's expectations. She sat upright on the stool, head held high, and seemed very excited to share the delicious food with others. She even boasted a little: "That red oil wonton is really good, and a lot of people go there. And the chili is strong enough, but I'm not bragging, that little bit of chili is not hot enough for me. I could add twice as much and it wouldn't be a problem."
Upon hearing this, it wasn't the Mud Demon who reacted first, but rather Qiao Yanyu.
She couldn't help but chuckle, attracting the attention of He Zhao and the Mud Demon. However, the Mud Demon, separated by the food cart, couldn't see Qiao Yanyu very well. Qiao Yanyu had woken up at some point and had overheard everything He Zhao said.
Perhaps while He Zhao was boasting, she was thinking about dinner tonight, when He Zhao's nose and eyes were running from the spicy wontons, and his face was as red as an apple from the chili peppers.
The memory of tonight's dinner was so vivid that He Zhao's boasting about it was particularly amusing.
Seemingly realizing her predicament, He Zhao's face flushed again. She pursed her lips and didn't answer why Qiao Yanyu was laughing. Instead, she asked Qiao Yanyu, "Sister Qiao, why did you wake up?"
Qiao Yanyu replied, "It's a bit too hot. I woke up because of the heat, I just woke up not long ago." She was telling the truth, it was really too hot. Not only was there a small heater, but there was also He Zhao's small blanket, and the clothes she was wearing were really warm. She had been lying here sleeping for a while, and she could feel sweat on her neck.
He Zhao then realized what was happening and quickly said, "Then I'll turn the temperature down a bit."
As she spoke, there was a hint of pleading in her eyes, as if she were asking Qiao Yanyu not to expose her boasting in front of the Mud Monster. Qiao Yanyu smiled and nodded, acknowledging her agreement.
Qiao Yanyu and He Zhao were closer, and Qiao Yanyu didn't need to expose He Zhao's harmless boasting. Besides, He Zhao's boastful and arrogant manner in this kind of place was quite cute.
He Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Qiao Yanyu had agreed. He continued to talk to the mud ghost, saying, "I overestimated the spiciness this time. With my ability to handle spicy food, even extra spicy food is no problem for me."
The Mud Demon didn't believe it, not because of Qiao Yanyu's laughter, but because He Zhao was simply not trustworthy. It shushed him and said, "You're just bragging. Don't you listen to your southern accent? Are you from a sweet-food region? You can handle extra spicy food? Do you know how spicy extra spicy food is in Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan? It's so spicy that your lips will turn into sausage lips!"
"What are you saying? How could I possibly have sausage lips?!"
One second someone was commenting on her southern accent, and the next second she was revealing her heavily accented Mandarin mixed with her local dialect. Still a bit unconvinced, she said to the mud-covered guy, "Don't underestimate me! I'm one of the rarer people in my area who can really handle spicy food! Really! I ordered medium spicy today!"
She was afraid the Mud Demon wouldn't believe her, so she specifically described the chili peppers in the medium-spicy bowl.
I learned all of this from Qiao Yanyu.
Qiao Yanyu turned her head away, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was trying to suppress a laugh.
The Mud Demon was even more unconvinced and started arguing with He Zhao: "What's medium spicy to you? Every time I go, it's extra spicy! Extremely spicy! Their chili peppers are piled up as tall as me! It's so spicy it makes my soul leave my body! For an ordinary person, it would be chili poisoning, but for me! It's just right!"
He Zhao retorted, "Then come tomorrow! I'll prepare an extra-spicy 'dead man's meal' for you. I want to see how spicy you can handle!"
"Come on then, I'm not afraid of you!"
The mud ghost angrily finished its white rice, temporarily ending its argument with He Zhao. It slammed the ghost money onto the table, not even bothering to put it properly in its rice bowl. The moment its eyes met He Zhao's, sparks almost flew.
After the mud ghost finished eating and left, He Zhao was still somewhat unconvinced: "All you do is brag."
He Zhao wasn't wrong about that. As the saying goes, an outsider sees more clearly. Qiao Yanyu, who had been watching the whole thing, could see it clearly: that Mud Demon was obviously bragging. His "extra spicy" food definitely didn't have that much spice, and besides, Mud Demon didn't seem like someone who could handle spicy food very well.
However, what Qiao Yanyu was more concerned about was: "Then how are you going to prepare extra spicy rice for it tomorrow? Will it work if you just stuff chili peppers directly into the rice?"
He Zhao was taken aback. She had spoken confidently and eloquently just now, but when it came to actually figuring out how to serve extra spicy rice, she really didn't know how. He Zhao could only laugh awkwardly and chuckle a few times before her voice became softer: "The system must have a way. I'll go back and pester the system more. It definitely has to agree to my request. It can't ruin its own reputation, can it?"
At this moment, Qiao Yanyu actually realized that being He Zhao's system was not a simple matter.
If the system knew what Qiao Yanyu was thinking, it would surely be overjoyed to find a kindred spirit.
When He Zhao returned, she did the same. She pestered the system for a long time, even dragging it into the system space, facing the classroom where she had been taught before. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she threw a tantrum in front of the system, whining and whining, "I don't care! I want to learn how to make super spicy dead man's rice! If people say it's not spicy enough, will I be the only one embarrassed? The whole operation will be embarrassed!"
"I'm just a lowly wage slave, and you're the boss! Am I only working for myself?! I don't care, I'm going to learn! You said I was just slacking off, but now that I'm willing to learn, you refuse to teach me. How can you face me like this?!"
What a scoundrel! He Zhao is a complete scoundrel!
The system felt the same way it did when Qiao Yanyu was clung to He Zhao's leg and threw a tantrum; it truly understood how shameless He Zhao was. It was only because the system didn't have a physical form that it could have been clung to by He Zhao, crying and complaining while clinging to his leg.
He Zhao spoke so righteously, even saying that it wasn't just her who lost face, but the whole business. Did she have the nerve to say that? Wasn't it just He Zhao arguing with the customer, insisting on seeing who could eat more spicy food? If it weren't for He Zhao, would this have even happened?
As it turned out, the only solution she could think of was to go home and exploit the system.
But the system had no way to stop him and could only let He Zhao do whatever he wanted.
Just as He Zhao said, if the business gets sabotaged, the whole operation will lose face. It's a small matter if He Zhao loses face, but it's a big deal if the system's late-night stall gets humiliated. If other systems find out later that its stall has failed and received bad reviews in the Three Thousand Worlds, the system will lose all face.
Its stall has never received a bad review! Never!
So the system granted He Zhao's wish, keeping her trapped in the system space for three days to learn how to make extra-spicy white rice. He Zhao really didn't seem to have any talent for cooking. Just learning to cook white rice took her three days. Logically, now should be the time for He Zhao to apply what she learned to other situations; she could already make white rice, so the extra-spicy version shouldn't be too difficult, but she still insisted on learning for three more days.
The system could only console itself: Don't get angry, anger will only make you sick and no one can take your place. Besides, you chose your own host, so what can you do?
Moreover, He Zhao wasn't the kind of obedient student who would ask for help more often when she knew she couldn't learn it. When she still couldn't learn it, she would say to the system, "It must be because you didn't teach well. Otherwise, why would it take me three days to learn something so simple?"
After kicking He Zhao out of the system space, the system ignored He Zhao for a while, about three hours.
However, He Zhao didn't care. He fell into a deep sleep as soon as he left the system space, and set off confidently after cooking his big bowl of white rice that evening. When He Zhao arrived at his destination, he greeted Qiao Yanyu, and after they both sat down, He Zhao started spouting nonsense again: "Today I'm going to make sure that Mud Ghost doesn't leave alive. This extra spicy white rice will definitely make it cry and snot!"
He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu were boasting to each other, but Qiao Yanyu suddenly straightened up and didn't even have the leisure to talk to He Zhao. Only then did He Zhao belatedly realize what was happening and looked outside the stall, only to see that the big ghost who had been coming for the past two days had also arrived at the stall.
It was quite intimidating, especially when it stood in front of the stall. The stall's roof couldn't even reach its neck, and from He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu's perspective, all they could see was its round, fleshy belly.
He Zhao felt that it was definitely stronger than Gossian, but that was just a feeling. However, seeing Qiao Yanyu's wary behavior, she couldn't say for sure—this big guy was really strong.
The big monster sat down, and the plastic stool creaked as if it were bearing a weight it couldn't handle. After sitting down, the oppressive feeling lessened considerably, and it was clear that it was trying to curl up on the stool, looking rather pitiful.
Qiao Yanyu relaxed a little, but still kept a close eye on the big ghost, in case it did anything to harm He Zhao.
The big ghost's behavior today was a bit unusual. Instead of asking He Zhao for two bowls of rice as usual, it became interested in the extra spicy version He Zhao had just mentioned. It sat for a while before speaking, its voice muffled: "Boss, what's this extra spicy version you were talking about?"
He Zhao explained to the dog tycoon: "Actually, it's a brand new version of rice that we launched today. Yesterday, a customer felt that our rice wasn't to his liking and wasn't spicy enough, so today we prepared an extra spicy version in the hope that it will satisfy him."
The mention of the Mud Demon made He Zhao think again that its claim of being able to handle spicy food was definitely an exaggeration. The white rice He Zhao cooked could remind the demon of its favorite food. If it were truly that good at handling spice, the rice would taste like an extra-spicy version of wontons in chili oil; it certainly wouldn't complain about not being spicy enough.
Little mud devil, today we'll show you what it feels like to be super spicy.
Unexpectedly, the big guy was also attracted to the extra spicy version: "Then, is there any left? I'd like to try some too."
He Zhao blinked. Sure enough, there really was. She was afraid that the Mud Demon would force himself to finish a bowl and insist that it wasn't spicy, so she prepared two or three extra portions, just to make sure the Mud Demon couldn't get any hard feelings.
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