In the obscurity, Liu Zheng seemed to hear that endless chorus of praise once more.
"Can Golden Honey Wine help me?"
He asked.
"It can."
Feather Chicken affirmed with certainty.
"Okay, I'll go."
Liu Zheng agreed.
He still had to stay in this world for a long time, maybe even needing to take a sick leave, so there were too many opportunities to lose his rationality.
"You are too weak now, going out would only shame the restaurant."
Feather Chicken shook its head vehemently at him.
Then why are you still telling me to go?
Liu Zheng pursed his lips.
What could he do, he couldn't just ask the novelist to order takeout again, could he?
Feather Chicken paced to an individual knife rack, taking down a Western-style chef's knife.
"I'll lend this to you for now. I hope it will be satiated when it returns."
It handed the knife, handle first, to Liu Zheng.
"Name: Gluttonous"
"Type: Equipment"
"Quality: Perfect"
