diskusbooks Chapter 277 People really do know how to be polite
Chapter 277 People really do know how to be polite
"I... I need to discuss this with my mouse family."
"Sure, I can wait."
At this time, Lu Youyou was very easy to talk to.
The mice kept the shape of the mouse wall and chattered away.
"King Mouse, just agree, the sweet potato and the green potato are more important."
"No, frying sweet potatoes and roasting green potatoes are our family's traditional recipes. How can we just tell others about them?"
"But don't humans not want fried sweet potatoes? They want French fries and roasted sweet potatoes."
"That won't do either. If humans learn this trick, I'd rather not have those two boxes of potatoes."
"You don't want it? Your word doesn't count, only the Mouse King's word counts!"
"..."
The mice's speech became faster and faster. By the end, Lu Youyou couldn't understand anything anymore and could only hear their urgent squeaking.
Suddenly, the arguing stopped, and the Mouse King made a decision.
"Humans, you say you provide sweet potatoes, but you don't use our golden potatoes and green potatoes."
Lu Youyou nodded solemnly: "Yes, I will provide the sweet potatoes myself. You just need to give me any recipe about sweet potatoes."
She emphasized the word "whatever".
If the Rat King were clever, he could easily adapt to the process and not use his ancestral recipe to make sweet potatoes.
After all, as long as she doesn't leave empty-handed, while she can't be considered malicious, she certainly can't be considered extremely kind either.
Once the temperature rises, those villains won't target her anymore if they want to kill someone.
Unfortunately, the Mouse King had a small head and low intelligence, and it couldn't understand Lu Youyou's implied meaning.
After receiving the two sweet potatoes from Lu Youyou, it immediately lit two fires using firewood and a lighter from its own backpack.
One campfire remained as it was, while on the other campfire sat a broken iron pot and half a pot of murky oil.
The Mouse King took out a sweet potato and buried it in the bare fire.
Then, putting on small gloves, I quickly processed the other sweet potato, cutting it into wavy strips, and then threw it into the oil pan.
Time passes slowly.
The aroma of fried sweet potato fries gradually wafted out.
All the mice were drooling, their noses twitching and their stomachs rumbling.
Lu Youyou tried hard to stop herself from laughing, and then took out 30 sweet potatoes from her backpack and placed them next to the Mouse King.
“I feel that two sweet potatoes aren’t enough for me, so you should get rid of them.”
The Mouse King looked up at Lu Youyou, who was dozens of times larger than him, and swallowed hard in fear.
"Okay, okay."
Lu Youyou had been observing the behavior of the Mouse King. Although it was dissatisfied with its enslavement, it took food very seriously.
It doesn't deliberately waste the pulp inside the peel when peeling; it peels as thinly as possible each time it does.
After peeling, you cut it into pieces.
It used its few intact fingers to grasp the small kitchen knife and cut into a sweet potato that was larger than itself.
Sometimes when the knife can't go down, it lets several mice stand on the handle and jump around, using gravity to cut the vegetables.
It sounds difficult, but they've done it together countless times and are already quite skilled at it.
So it didn't take long, and it was exceptionally quick and efficient.
The sweet potato fries at the front were already cooked. The Mouse King used long chopsticks to pick them out and put them on its own chipped wooden bowl.
"Man, try my cooking."
Lu Youyou reached out and pinched the sweet potato strip, blew on it to cool it down, and then put it in her mouth.
Whether it was her imagination or just her imagination, she always felt that the fried sweet potatoes made by the Rat King were better than the ones she had bought before.
She didn't hold back her praise, giving the Mouse King a thumbs up: "Delicious!"
The Mouse King seemed to have forgotten his earlier conflict with Lu Youyou, and smiled happily, like someone who had shared delicious food with a friend and received praise.
More and more sweet potato fries were ripening, and the Mouse King picked out a plate for Lu Youyou to eat first.
Lu Youyou didn't eat; instead, she opened the [Food Factory] app to scan.
Congratulations! You have obtained the recipe - Fried Sweet Potato Fries (King of Rats).
At this moment, the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire next to them were also cooked.
Lu Youyou scanned again.
Congratulations on receiving the recipe - Roasted Sweet Potato (King of Rats)
The Mouse King asked in confusion, "Human, what are you doing? Shouldn't sweet potatoes be eaten while they're hot?"
After seeing the recipe name, Lu Youyou stared at the tray in the hands of the two mice.
【Fried Sweet Potato Fries (Rat King): Even ordinary quality sweet potatoes, through a special processing method, can trigger an increased movement speed effect.】
【Roasted Sweet Potato (Rat King): Even ordinary quality sweet potatoes, through a special processing method, can trigger an effect that increases movement speed.】
The sweet potatoes made by the Mouse King have a chance to increase your speed!
It turns out it's a speed-type mouse.
"Why are you spacing out?"
Realizing that Lu Youyou had no intention of beating up the rats, the Rat King, unlike his usual sensitive and self-conscious self, became more talkative.
"Hey, you should try this roasted sweet potato!"
Lu Youyou wanted to laugh, but she held it in, repeatedly reminding herself in her heart: I am a vicious person!
She pursed her lips and clicked her tongue in disgust.
"You ruined all my sweet potatoes because they didn't taste good. But I'm a human being, and I keep my word. I'll take your potatoes back, and I don't want the rest. They're awful."
Lu Youyou dropped off the two boxes of stolen potatoes, got into the car, and drove off, leaving the Mouse King still in a dazed state.
The little chipmunk beside it stomped its feet angrily, leaving a few tiny footprints on the muddy road.
"Ugh! I hate humans! I hate humans the most! She asked the King to cook for her, and she refused!"
The Mouse King slapped the little chipmunk's whiskers.
"What do you know? People left these sweet potatoes as an apology to us. They really know how to be polite."
In the car.
Lu Youyou looked at her watch; it was past two in the morning.
But she couldn't sleep; she thought of the Rat King.
Although it is called the King, its body is only slightly larger than that of an ordinary mouse. Moreover, Lu Youyou noticed that the Mouse King had the most injuries.
Fingers and toes were rotten or missing, and the body was covered with a mix of new and old scars.
It said it was worse than a lowly monster, and couldn't even get enough to eat every day.
Lu Youyou thought of herself when she first came to the survival world. A few days ago, she was so hungry that her stomach cramped and she could barely walk.
It wasn't until later, after he killed a few people, that things started to get better.
She had assumed that the adults brought people into the survival world so that they would kill each other.
But it seems that's not the case now.
No matter the combination, there will be mutual destruction between humans, between monsters, or between humans and monsters.
If the other party deliberately provokes her, Lu Youyou will show no mercy when it comes to killing.
But what did the mice do wrong? Did she try to steal someone else's things?
But if you don't grab it...
It's all the adults' fault!
I've only ever heard of killing evil people, never of killing kind people.
Damn adults!
Damn survival world!
In a completely white room, a gray-haired man stared intently at Lu Youyou on the screen.
Below the screen are the thoughts in one's mind, translated into text.
He smiled happily, and then cast his vote under Lu Youyou's name.