The red oil was boiling, and Zheng Ren absent - mindedly picked up a slice of pork trotter and blanched it in the pot.
Mosquitoes and whatnot, they were all jokes.
What he wanted to see the most was how far Zeith's surgical microscope could go. Even though he could enter the system space now and spend a certain amount of training time, he still could do it.
However, Zheng Ren was like the stingiest Scrooge, and he did not want to waste any time for surgical training.
The system was such a big pig trotter. Removing serums took up a lot of surgery training time, but in the end, it only received a very small reward from the system.
But this was something that had to be spent, not a waste.
'I wonder what's the pattern of the big pork trotter's reward,' Zheng Ren thought as he rinsed the yellow throat.
"Huanghou is old. Don't think about it. Eat your food." Xie Yiren nudged Zheng Ren and whispered.
