I Don't Want to Work!

The fragrant Wood Powder Porridge was ready.

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

"Dad, the porridge is ready. Give it a taste and see how it is!" Xian He said, pointing at the thick, fragrant Wood Powder Porridge, which looked like tea.

The Wood Powder was top quality, and he had master-level cooking skills. It was guaranteed to taste so good you'd want to swallow your tongue.

Old Man Yun burped.

After eating a Crystal Pomegranate, he was so full his belly felt ready to burst.

He couldn't finish the whole bowl, so he could only take a small sip.

"Hmm! It tastes pretty good. A little better than ordinary Wood Powder Porridge." Old Man Yun's face showed no sign of amazement.

Maybe he was simply too full, or perhaps the sweet-and-sour taste of the Crystal Pomegranate had dulled his taste buds.

"If you like it, then pay up. I still need to buy rice seeds for my research." Xian He didn't care whether Old Man Yun liked the porridge, as long as he paid.

After the Muyang Tree was transplanted into the Inner World, the Wood Powder it produced became delicious. So, if he transplanted rice into the Inner World, the rice it produced would surely taste delicious too.

Once he had rice, he'd make Egg Fried Rice for Yun Ling and the others.

Egg Fried Rice was a High Grade Three dish. It wasn't just a hundred times tastier than Wood Powder Porridge; it was also a hundred times more nutritious.

According to the system, good dishes could increase the odds of his wives giving birth to children with high bone roots, while High Grade Three dishes could increase the odds of his wives giving birth to children with Good Bone Root.

Old Man Yun set the bowl on the stove and shot Xian He a look. "Sell all the porridge first. Don't worry, I won't shortchange you!"

That brat really had money on the brain. All he ever talked about was money.

Still, seeing him work hard to earn money put Old Man Yun at ease. His daughter wouldn't have to suffer if she stayed with him.

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Yun Ling for two or three days. He wondered how that brat was doing.

"Sure thing! I'll take it to the customers now. Please serve the porridge." As he spoke, Xian He picked up the tray hanging on the wall.

Old Man Yun served the porridge while Xian He carried it to the customers. The old man and the young man worked together in perfect harmony.

"Wow! This Wood Powder Porridge is amazing!"

"Right? It's even richer and more fragrant than the rice water I've ever had. Give me another bowl!"

"Two more bowls for me!"

Just as Xian He had expected, the Wood Powder Porridge was a huge hit and earned rave reviews from the customers.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the whole pot was sold out.

Old Man Yun picked up the ladle, ready to scoop out more Wood Powder and cook another pot.

Xian He hurriedly stopped him and explained the logic of hunger marketing: selling just one pot a day would whet the appetites of customers who couldn't get any, helping the business thrive.

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

"That won't work, Dad. I'm busy until late every day, so I can't get up in the morning. I'm not doing it!" Xian He refused.

He'd finally crossed over to another world. He didn't want to go back to work and be bossed around.

Not even by his father-in-law. There was no way he'd work. Not in this lifetime!

Even if he starved to death or jumped off a cliff, he wouldn't come work at the Congee Shop!

Seeing Xian He refuse, Old Man Yun planted his hands on his hips and put on the air of a heartless boss. "Suit yourself. I'll pay you after I sell all this Wood Powder."

Busy until late?

That brat spent all day thinking about bullying his daughter. He needed to give him something to do, or his daughter would have a hard time of it.

"How can you do that? Then I'm not selling it!" Xian He strode away.

Payment on delivery. Trying to get it for free, Boss Yun?

Old Man Yun stuck out an arm to block him and said, unreasonable as ever, "You're selling it whether you like it or not! I gave you my precious daughter to carry on the Xian family line. What's wrong with asking for a few measly bags of Wood Powder?"

"And it's not like I'm refusing to pay you. Just agree to come cook a pot of Wood Powder Porridge every morning, and I'll pay you right now. It's such a tiny favor, and you're still making excuses. Are you looking down on me, Yun Zhantian?"

He hated being refused more than anything.

Seeing the father-in-law and son-in-law arguing, the customers craned their necks to peer into the kitchen.

"They were getting along just fine a moment ago. How'd they start arguing all of a sudden?"

"Seems Old Man Yun asked Xian He to come help in the mornings, and Xian He didn't want to."

"If it were me, I wouldn't want to either. Why not stay home with a pretty wife? Why come keep an old man company?"

"That's a pretty heartless thing to say. Without Old Man Yun, where would Xian He have gotten his pretty wife?"

"I'm just stating a fact."

Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes and watched Xian He quietly.

"He seems to be buying rice seeds?" Xiao Yang rubbed his chin and pondered for a while, then got up and left.

Meanwhile, Xian He couldn't get the extremely domineering Old Man Yun to budge, so he pretended to agree to come cook porridge every morning.

You old geezer! I'm never bringing you Crystal Pomegranates again! I won't think of you first when I get anything good, either! Xian He thought angrily.

As soon as he got his money, he'd never come back to the Congee Shop.

If he said he wasn't going to work, then he wasn't going to work. Not even the King of Heaven himself could change his mind!