Dinner Is Chicken Tonight

"Can you still make it?" A broken Chinese Language came from Jeston's phone. Feng Xue, looking exhausted, immediately shook her head, then held up a finger and started babbling in a heavily accented Chinese dialect that even Google couldn't recognize.

Feng Xue wasn't unable to speak Mandarin; in fact, his Mandarin was much more standard than his dialect. However, he knew very well that the more difficult it was for him to communicate, the more at ease Jeston would feel.

This is similar to the fact that he never mentioned wanting to learn Victorian from beginning to end.

Seeing Feng Xue shaking her head so vigorously, Jeston Dim Sum. It was like getting a hen that lays golden eggs—of course, you're very excited, but when you don't know how often the hen will lay an egg, you inevitably become nervous.

He tried to communicate with Feng Xue using Google, but Feng Xue kept saying strange phrases in her dialect while constantly flipping through flashcards. When she couldn't find a suitable one, she picked up a dictionary and started looking for words.

Seeing his equally flustered state, Jeston could roughly guess that there must be some kind of production limitation, so he adjusted his question and asked:

How long do you plan to wait before you can do it again?

Although it was still a stilted machine translation, it was unambiguous. Feng Xue raised a finger, then pointed to her head, and finally took out a card with "cost" written on it from the vocabulary cards. Then she took out a card with "rest" and a card with "accumulate".

"Do you need rest, or do you need to pay some kind of price?"

After thinking for a moment, Jeston came to this conclusion, and Feng Xue, listening to the messy machine translation, also gave an affirmative answer.

"What is the price?"

Upon hearing this sentence, which was understandable even without machine translation, Feng Xue suppressed the thought of "all of this" and took out a card with "food" written on it.

"Food? You need to eat to recover? Ordinary food will do?" Jeston looked at Feng Xue in disbelief, as if he were looking at a hen that could lay golden eggs simply by eating ordinary feed...

"Jeston, hand him over to me, and you'll get what you want." Fran warned his partner with a gloomy face as he watched Feng Xue being taken away by the jailer again. But Jeston had no time to pay attention to Fran. He was playing with the not-so-large crystal in his hand, seemingly thinking about how much profit this little cutie could bring him.

However, Fran's incessant chatter eventually dampened his enthusiasm. He temporarily grasped the crystal, turned his head, and looked at Fran solemnly, saying:

"My old buddy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, but remember, I'm the boss!"

"But all demons are harmful! You'll regret letting him run rampant!"

"So I still have that Money Printer in prison! Oh, damn it, why didn't I do what my colleagues did and get a special private cell for the rich!" Jeston responded to Fran with exaggerated gestures. Upon seeing this, Fran's last remaining eyelid twitched, and he immediately turned his Wheelchair around to leave.

Jeston, however, seemed completely unconcerned. He held the glowing crystal high in the light, admiring its less-than-stunning internal structure, before shaking his head as if just realizing something.

"But old friend, you're right too."

"Squeak—" The Wheelchair's motor made a soft sound, and Fran paused slightly as he moved away, but then, Jeston said with a smile:

"Now I need to take this little one for a checkup, at least to make sure it's safe, right?"

"Snort!"

Fran disappeared from the room, but Jeston's smile faded, and he waved to the bodyguard beside him.

"Take two people and keep an eye on things. Anyone who gets close to Mr. Han Meimei, except for 'family members,' must be stopped, no matter who it is. You understand what I mean."

"Okay, boss." The bodyguard nodded knowingly, turned, and left. Jeston, however, smiled again and continued admiring his precious possession.

Of course, as he said, even Magical Item must be tested before they can be sold with peace of mind, and he, or rather his family, happened to know a channel that specializes in identifying the danger of these things.

Led by the jailers, Feng Xue returned to the prison. Just as he expected, the jailers did not remove his handcuffs and shackles.

However, through Feng Xue's simple word exchange, she managed to get him a few towels and a thin blanket.

He wrapped the shackles and handcuffs with a towel to prevent further injury to his wrists, then sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, holding a dictionary, flipping through it and copying down any useful words he came across.

To the guards and surveillance cameras, he was indeed doing those things, but in reality, Feng Xue was examining that seemingly ridiculous "[Money Printer]" Tag.

Then he discovered that this thing not only looked ridiculous, but was actually useless. The only knowledge he could gain from this Tag was how much force to use to strike the lead plate to make the money print more beautifully.

However, besides knowledge, Tag have another value: the elements they possess.

After ignoring elements like [props] and [electronics] that are meaningless to living people, two elements caught Feng Xue's attention: [manufacturing] and [treasures].

The [Manufacturing] element goes without saying; its mere existence is enough to comprehensively enhance Feng Xue's abilities in production-related tasks, boosting accuracy, efficiency, and stability. The [Treasures] element, however, is somewhat more interesting—

It can enhance the senses of others.

Simply put, it's about making Feng Xue popular.

Unfortunately, due to the limitations of cognitive strength, the Tag given by real people do not provide very strong support for these two elements. Just as the chef Tag given to him by Chen Xiyao only allows him to make any dish "not bad," the improvement he receives from these two elements is also quite subtle.

However, Feng Xue knew very well that being strong or not was one thing, and having it at all was another.

Just as Old Li said, Tag are the foundation for [Nothingness] to be recognized. Only when there are more Tag can it be more easily locked in. At least after having the Tag of [Money Printer], everyone who had the impression that Feng Xue was "a Money Printer" was able to provide him with [knowledge].

This is way easier to farm than the [Chef] Tag!

In any case, as long as Feng Xue creates a few more Phantom Object, the bodyguards around Jeston will probably become his forces as well.

"However, the [insight] provided by one or two people is indeed quite limited, and that guy doesn't seem stupid enough to publicize my existence. It looks like I still have to run for my life... But, judging from Fran's appearance, maybe I can get him Tag as an [enemy] or something?"

Just as Feng Xue was pondering how much she could gain from this prison cell, there was a knock at the door.

He looked up and saw a slightly familiar prison guard carrying a tray containing the most common American food.

Fried chicken.