Free Web NovelChapter 201: Chapter Sixty-One On Maternal Love
Chen Ze was in high spirits, it was just a WALL-E robot, after all. He only had to wait for Tony to arrive, and he could ask him to make another one next time—it wasn’t a big problem at all.
Moreover, the price Nyarlathotep offered was too good to resist—three wishes, no matter what they were. With such an opportunity, Chen Ze believed that no matter what problem Lafra encountered, it could be resolved.
Chen Ze wasn’t foolish. Based on the information provided by Flemea and later Lafra, he could roughly deduce that the entity responsible for the downfall of otherworldly deities must be Nyarlathotep himself.
At first, Chen Ze suspected Hastur, considering the fact that Hastur had the capability, but after hearing that Hastur had immersed himself in filmmaking, Chen Ze stopped pondering over Hastur’s involvement.
And when Chen Ze saw Nyarlathotep, he understood—if this entity was also involved, that would explain it.
Speaking of Hastur...
"Hastur, is your film about to be released?" Chen Ze looked towards Hastur, then, together with Betty, served the Iceberg Fresh Mountain.
"Hmm? Yes, the Mage Association will start distributing it in a few days. Do you want to take a look? I have a Magic Crystal right here." Hastur glanced at the two large icebergs in front of him, which seemed to be topped with slices of raw fish.
"Hmm... never mind." Chen Ze thought for a moment. Although he was indeed curious about what Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day would be like in another world, he still wanted to watch it with Lafra.
Chen Ze clapped his hands and returned to the kitchen. He still had to tidy up—the preparation of the Iceberg Fresh Mountain generated a lot of kitchen waste.
"Nyarlathotep, are you going to eat? If not, I’ll eat it myself," Hastur picked up a pair of chopsticks and grabbed a slice of raw fish.
"Of course, I’ll eat. Why wouldn’t I?" Nyarlathotep took up a pair of chopsticks. Though They had never used this utensil before, it did not hinder Their ability to master the skill.
The moment it touched Their palate, Nyarlathotep quickened Their pace with the chopsticks. If the previous dishes allowed Them to eat leisurely, this one gave Them a sense of enjoyment.
"Indeed, heeding your advice to become human was a good choice," Nyarlathotep nodded with satisfaction, appreciating the flavor.
Hastur nodded as well, agreeing with his companion’s opinion.
"What, are you that interested in the robot?" Hastur slowly savored the Ice Fish sashimi; the taste was nothing short of delightful.
"Yes, a bit, it feels more interesting than toying with those little ants," Nyarlathotep nodded. They indeed found the robot intriguing, although what They were more interested in was the mysterious energy within it.
"Then you can go back and work on your thing. I feel like this robot has something similar to alchemy," Hastur casually made a suggestion.
"You just don’t want me staying there, do you?" Nyarlathotep saw through his companion’s intention. They knew that whenever They lay in bed reading comics, Hastur’s face turned utterly dark.
Hastur chuckled, having not live-streamed recently because of Nyarlathotep. Who could tell if Nyarlathotep might do something inappropriate?
Hastur was certainly not planning to touch the live wire of broadcasting.
No streaming meant no income, no income meant no money for in-app purchases. To a certain extent, Nyarlathotep was blocking Hastur’s financial avenues.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen deep in thought. This was not to say Chen Ze was considering how to use Nyarlathotep’s three chances, but rather he was pondering whether there were other better ways to prepare Ice Fish.
True, the Iceberg Fresh Mountain had showcased the Ice Fish’s ultimate deliciousness perfectly, but after such a trial, Chen Ze had become dissatisfied once again.
It should be known that in the land of Huaxia, there were customs of eating raw fish in the past, but those were gradually abandoned. This was partly due to the discovery that eating raw fish could lead to parasites, and partly because there were better cooking methods available.
Chen Ze planned to try a renowned dish, West Lake Vinegar Fish, but he eventually gave up on this idea. ƒrēewebnovel.com
The main reason was that grass carp is usually the fish of choice for West Lake Vinegar Fish, which has almost become a custom.
It’s like when you mention Dongpo pork, everyone knows it’s made with pork, not beef or mutton.
So, Chen Ze eventually gave up on the idea of using Ice Fish to make West Lake Vinegar Fish and continued flipping through the cookbook, trying to find a suitable dish.
Chen Ze scratched his head and finally put the Ice Fish into the freezer, realizing that until he could come up with the right dish, the Ice Fish could only be used for sashimi.
Hastur and Nyarlathotep ate quickly, and after a short while, They left, with Chen Ze demanding Ice Fish as payment for the meal. Hastur promised to bring it next time.
Of course, Chen Ze trusted Hastur’s words... divine integrity, as there was no reason for his lordship to lie about such a matter.
Just as Hastur left, Chen Ze’s phone rang. He checked it and found that a package had arrived, and moreover, it was delivered to the old neighborhood where he used to live.
"I don’t remember buying anything..." Chen Ze was puzzled; he hadn’t shopped on Taobao or Pinduoduo for a long time.
It wasn’t until he saw the text message from his mom that he understood this was a special purchase she had made for him.
Chen Ze sighed. It seemed his mom had already ended her trip around the world prematurely and returned home. Though currently in self-isolation, she still went out of her way to buy something for Chen Ze.
Chen Ze checked his phone. To go back to the neighborhood to get his package, then head back, would take more than thirty minutes, even if he used Didi.
"Betty, you go upstairs and play games first. I have to go out and pick up something." With the potential thirty-minute absence, Chen Ze wasn’t sure if any customers might arrive, and since Betty couldn’t cook, they had to close shop temporarily.
"Okie-dokie~" Betty said cheerfully as she quickly ran upstairs, planning to continue playing The Witcher today.
After a while, Chen Ze returned to the restaurant with a puzzled expression, struggling to carry the package.
"Mom... why would you think to buy me this?" Chen Ze was bewildered; he had never heard of such an item before.
Then, listening to his mom’s patient guidance, Chen Ze reluctantly accepted this unique expression of maternal love.
Curious, Betty came downstairs and approached Chen Ze, "Boss, what is this?"
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched as he opened the delivery box and took out five cans filled with a black substance.
"This is... mother’s love." Chen Ze said expressionlessly, lifting the lid, and a very unique smell began to spread.
"I smell... Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠)_ vomit" Betty hastily ran outside, feeling like she was about to throw up just from the smell.
The odor, the color, the appearance—Betty knew she could never stomach it. There wasn’t the slightest desire to eat it.
Looking at Chen Ze in the kitchen, who had an expressionless face, Betty couldn’t help but comment. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"That’s really... deep motherly love..."
