"I'm asking you, is this soup guaranteed to be cooked?"
Jiang Chen stepped closer and asked again.
The Starving Ghost said nothing.
He couldn't quite figure out what the other party was about.
A living person had approached a ghost of his own accord, with such an arrogant attitude. What did he have to rely on?
"Are you deaf? Is the soup cooked or not? Say something!"
The Starving Ghost finally couldn't take it anymore.
"You're here to pick a fight, aren't you?"
Jiang Chen eyed him sideways, a utility hammer dangling from his hand and one leg bouncing. He bobbed his head, pointing his nostrils at the Starving Ghost.
He asked Su Ling, "Am I making it that obvious?"
Su Ling: "..."
"Forget it." Without waiting for an answer, Jiang Chen reached out and patted the Starving Ghost's face. "You're cooking here. Do you have a chef's license? If not, you'll have to pay a fine!"
"I need a license to cook in my own home?" The Starving Ghost froze.
"Without a license, what if someone eats your food and something goes wrong?" Jiang Chen asked coldly.
"But I'm making it for myself!"
"What if someone accidentally steals a bite and something goes wrong?" Jiang Chen pressed aggressively.
The Starving Ghost was shocked. Are you the evil version of Zhang San? Ghost Qi +700.
I need a license to cook in my own home.
And if someone steals my food, I'm responsible?
Even thugs follow the rules better than you! Ghost Qi +800.
A little while later.
Fuck, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Ghost Qi +950!
"..."
Under Jiang Chen's relentless questioning, the Starving Ghost contributed four or five bursts of Ghost Qi in succession, his terrifying face