In a sense,
the kitchen was a very dangerous place around Fang Mo.
After all, there were just too many freaks under his command. Take Old Feng, for example, who was always trying to poison the food.
And then there were those who always wanted to fry rice in the kitchen, grill gluten, lay eggs, cut watermelons, make scallion pancakes, wrestle/eat bananas... Forget Fang Mo—even Charles was practically worrying himself bald by now.
After considering all these factors, Fang Mo simply decided to issue an order.
None of them were allowed to enter the kitchen.
At that point, Fang Mo had thought it was foolproof, right? But after all his calculations... he had forgotten about his shitty weapon.
Once he realized that,
Fang Mo immediately had a physical reaction.
"Bleurgh!!!"
He had never imagined that one day, he would make a sound so uncannily similar to Lao Ba's. It was terrifying, like the curse of a music box.
"Hey, hey... Boss, don't throw up?"
Laevateinn seemed not to have caught on yet. "Little Neutron made it for you out of the goodness of her heart."
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Unlike Laevateinn, Shi Zhenxiang's smile seemed to grow even brighter.
"No, is this how you screw over your master?"
Fang Mo did not care about any of that. He glared up at her irritably. "Someone, hold her down. I'm materializing a Tinkers' Construct Crusher right now..."
"Don't! Don't, don't, don't, Boss!"
The moment she heard the words Tinkers' Construct Crusher, Shi Zhenxiang's smile froze. She hurriedly waved her arms, trying to explain. "I didn't make that cake! I never touched it the entire time! I only made this cup of aloe juice after they finished baking the cake..."
"Really?"
Fang Mo stared at her suspiciously.
"Really, really!" The brown-curled girl nodded furiously.