Xia Yu rubbed his brow.
Without understanding the ingredients, how can you talk about deciding on a recipe?
Lance watched him turn and walk to a dining table, place a box on it, and open it, staring intensely at a piece of salted fish with an expectant smile on his lips: "Finally getting serious?"
"So, can he meet the standards I have in mind..."
Ignoring what the gourmet club leader was thinking, Xia Yu quietly made a request to the system:
Identify the ingredients!
(Request accepted...)
(Data collection in progress, you need to pay 1 million Fame Points.)
Just identifying it costs a fortune? A million Fame Points could be exchanged for ingredients, which could then be sold off, bringing in wealth. But Xia Yu wasn't in the mood to worry about gains or losses right now. At this moment, his mind, and even his heart, were captivated by the mysterious ingredient in the box. He gritted his teeth, "Pay!"
Beep.
