Chapter 10 (1/2)

Chapter 10 –   If You Want it Done Well, Do it Yourself

Yet another test, he should've known. This Immortal pellet wasn't too amazing and this Fried egg Cooking Skill wasn't easy to learn either.

Gu Zheng somewhat understood the device spirit's reasoning. If he wanted to receive benefits from it, it wouldn't be so easy. Just the test for opening the Great Desolate s.p.a.ce left him half dead. If he knew in advance that he would've received another test, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to this additional reward.

He couldn't reject the test, which basically didn't give Gu Zheng any choice but to partic.i.p.ate. It gave him a little bit of comfort that this time his life wasn't on the line, however that punishment of suffering a hundred strokes from a whip? Would he have to whip himself?

”Flogging is a punishment that has been used for a long time in the Great Desolate. I'll give you a taste what it feels like to be whipped by an Immortal whip!”

”No…way!”

Gu Zheng suddenly screamed. When the spirit device spoke of sampling he had a bad feeling, unfortunately it didn't wait for him to say ”don't try”! He felt a burst of pain from his behind that felt like dozens of blades cutting into his behind at once.

Gu Zheng bent over from the pain, with cold sweat exuding from his forehead.

”You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

Gu Zheng couldn't help but curse. It was an awful feeling and felt as if a knife was cutting into his flesh. In fact, it felt like more than one knife, but more like dozens of knives.

Think about it, from just one hit it felt like dozens of knives cutting him. Not to mention that the punishment included one hundred of these strikes. He couldn't imagine what he would be like if he was whipped one hundred times. Gu Zheng once again felt that if he was whipped a hundred times, he might as well just have died.

No matter how Gu Zheng cursed, the spirit device didn't respond. He could only return to his bedroom, and lie down on his stomach to rest. He still felt the burning pain and didn't dare to lie face up or sit down.

While lying on his stomach, Gu Zheng began to consider this time's test.

Fifteen days was not a lot of time. However, Gu Zheng can accept it. He didn't like remaining in one place for too long, nor did he like to stay with one job for too long. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to work as a food critic. Although his cooking skill was less than his father's, with his father's influence, being a general chef at a hotel was no problem.

A chef's income was much higher then one of a gourmet food critic. However since the job of a chef was too restricting, while a gourmet food critic had more freedom, he chose to be a food critic in the end.

Fifteen days was an acceptable amount of time, however, how would he find a place in that amount of time. Was it even possible to sustain a stand on the main street? Just directly selling omelettes? He wasn't scared that other people wouldn't buy it. In fact, perhaps even the city management uncle's would quickly become his most faithful clients, and chase after him daily.

He couldn't sell it on the main street. What about opening a shop? That was even more impossible.

What kind of shop would only sell fried eggs. Besides, Gu Zheng had no idea how to open a show, and he didn't like to be restricted. Furthermore, he didn't have any funds to open a shop.

The moment he thought about money, Gu Zheng's eyelids once again twitched.

In order to complete the test from earlier, he had been forced to spend a lot of money. With the price of the honey, sorghum rice, and wild ginseng he hadn't used up too much, however with everything else combined, he had spent somewhere around 5,000 RMB. Luckily, he still had a case of water, as well as decent amount of sesame oil remaining.

Even so, the cost for making that mean should be around 5,000 RMB. Gu Zheng's monthly income was only 5,000 – 6,000 RMB, so this was far from a small sum of money.

For creating the fried eggs, he didn't know how much money he would have to spend. The ingredients were limited to second-cla.s.s. Essentially, he couldn't use any ingredients below second-cla.s.s quality. With his water, the thought of having to use his 18 dollar imported mineral water to clean plates, Gu Zheng really couldn't help but feel vexed.

He had water, he also had oil. The sesame oil was perfect for fried eggs, but where would he find eggs?

Not mentioning other eggs, just using the most common eggs, they had to reach the G.o.d of Gluttony's requirements. These eggs must be from a chicken that wasn't  agriculturally farmed or impacted by any form of pollution. For these types of eggs, not talking about the price, even finding them would be difficult. That’s how stringent the G.o.d of Gluttony's standard was. He feared that if the hen even ate a small bit of feed, it would directly affect the egg's quality.

Gu Zheng could remember that silkie, first of all it had grown up on the mountain. Second, it had eaten some second-cla.s.s ingredients, in the end it only reached second cla.s.s.

After thinking to this point, Gu Zheng once again cursed the spirit device. Unfortunately, he couldn't touch the spirit device, he felt like beating it up. If only he could interact with the device.

After cursing for half an hour, he felt that his behind no longer hurt as badly. Gu Zheng struggled to get up, and cursed ruthlessly. However, he couldn't ignore this test. The spirit device had allowed him to taste what the punishment, something called flogging. He definitely didn't want to experience such a thing for a second time.

Gu Zheng took out his phone and began to call: ”w.a.n.g Zong, this is Gu Zheng. Right, right, it's me who wrote that article for you. I wanted to ask you something, hey…”