I Don't Want to Go to Work!

The fragrant Wood Powder Porridge was ready.

Xian He first served a bowl to his father-in-law, Yun Zhantian.

"Dad, the porridge is ready. Try it and see how it tastes!" Xian He said, pointing to the thick, fragrant Wood Powder Porridge that resembled tea soup.

The high quality of the wood powder, combined with his Grandmaster-level cooking skills, guaranteed it would be so delicious he'd swallow his tongue.

Old Man Yun let out a satisfied burp.

After eating a Crystal Pomegranate, his stomach was already about to explode.

He couldn't finish the whole bowl of porridge, only managing a small sip.

"Mmm! It tastes good. It is indeed better than ordinary Wood Powder Porridge," Old Man Yun said, his face showing no signs of amazement.

Perhaps it was because he was too full, or perhaps his taste buds were masked by the sweet and sour flavor of the Crystal Pomegranate.

"Since it tastes good, then pay up. I still need to buy rice seeds for research," Xian He said, not caring if Old Man Yun liked the taste as long as he paid.

After the Muyang Tree was transplanted to the Inner World, the wood powder it produced became delicious. If rice was transplanted to the Inner World, the rice it produced would definitely become delicious too.

Once he had rice, he would make egg fried rice for Yun Ling and the others.

Egg fried rice was a top-tier dish, not only a hundred times tastier than Wood Powder Porridge but also a hundred times more nutritious.

According to the System, good dishes could increase the probability of his wives giving birth to offspring with good Bone Roots. Top-tier dishes could increase the probability of his wives giving birth to offspring with excellent Bone Roots.

Old Man Yun placed the bowl on the pot stand and shot Xian He a glare. "Sell the porridge first. Don't worry, you'll get your money!"

This brat was really obsessed with money, always talking about it.

However, seeing him work hard to earn money put his mind at ease. His daughter wouldn't have to suffer following him in the future.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen that brat Yun Ling for two or three days. He wondered how she was doing?

"Alright! I'll serve it to the customers right away. Could you please serve the porridge?" Xian He said, picking up the tray hanging on the wall.

Old Man Yun was responsible for serving the porridge, and Xian He was responsible for carrying it. The old and young man cooperated.

"Wow! This Wood Powder Porridge is too delicious!"

"Yeah, it's even more fragrant and mellow than the rice soup I've ever had. Give me another bowl!"

"And two more for me!"

Just as Xian He had predicted, the Wood Powder Porridge was a hit, receiving rave reviews from the diners.

In less than the time it takes for a cup of tea to brew, the entire large pot of porridge was sold out.

Old Man Yun picked up the ladle, intending to scoop more wood powder to cook another pot.

Xian He quickly stopped him, explaining the principle of scarcity marketing. Selling only one pot a day could stimulate the purchasing desire of customers who couldn't get any, making the business flourish.

Old Man Yun thought Xian He made sense and asked him to come over every morning to cook the porridge.

"No way, Dad! I work until very late every day, so I can't get up early. I refuse!" Xian He declined.

After finally transmigrating to another world, he didn't want to work again, to be constrained.

Even his father-in-law couldn't make him. Working was impossible, absolutely impossible!

He would rather starve to death and jump off a cliff than work at the porridge shop!

Seeing Xian He refuse him, Old Man Yun put his hands on his hips, adopting the stance of a ruthless boss. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, but I'll pay you after I sell all this wood powder."

Work until late?

This brat always thought about bullying his daughter. He had to find something for him to do, otherwise, his daughter would suffer more.

"How can you do this? Then I won't sell it anymore!" Xian He turned to leave.

Money for goods, wanting to get something for free, Boss Yun?

Old Man Yun blocked his way, unreasonably asserting, "You have to sell it today whether you want to or not! I gave my precious daughter to you for free, to continue your Xian family line. What's wrong with asking you for a few bags of worthless wood powder?"

"Besides, I'm not saying I won't pay you. As long as you agree to come and cook a pot of Wood Powder Porridge every morning, I'll give you the money immediately. You're hesitating over such a small matter, do you look down on me, Yun Zhantian?"

He hated being rejected the most.

The customers, seeing the father-in-law and son-in-law arguing, craned their necks to look into the kitchen.

"The two of them were fine just now, why are they arguing in the blink of an eye?"

"It seems like Old Yun asked Xian He to help in the morning, and Xian He refused."

"If it were me, I wouldn't want to come either. Isn't it better to stay home with a beautiful wife? Why come and serve an old man?"

"What you said is a bit heartless. Without Old Man Yun, where would Xian He get his beautiful wife?"

"I'm just stating facts."

Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes, silently observing Xian He.

"He seems to want to buy rice seeds?" Xiao Yang rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, then got up and left.

Meanwhile, Xian He, unable to resist the extremely overbearing Old Man Yun, pretended to agree to come and cook porridge every morning.

"You old geezer, I'm never bringing you Crystal Pomegranates again! You don't think of me first when you have anything good!" Xian He thought furiously.

As soon as he got the money, he would never come back to the porridge shop.

He said he wouldn't work, and he wouldn't work. No one, not even the King of Heaven, could make him!