Chapter 50 This Kitchen is Stupidly Grand

Chapter 50 This Kitchen is Stupidly Grand

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At any rate, Ye Fei felt that he had to voice out his dissatisfaction with Ma Cuihua.

I say, just what kind of person are you? If you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend, you should at least have the courtesy to let me know, right? Just look at the situation back then. If I hadnt been sharp-witted, the entire matter would have been immediately exposed.

Ma Cuihua, still driving, laughed, Didnt you manage to fool them? Looks like I have a good eye for people.

Please stop it. In the future, dont look for me for this kind of thing anymore. Also, dont fault me for saying this, but, that He Peng fellow seems to have a lot going for him, ah. Young, handsome and accomplished but you still dont think much of him. Why? If it were me, Id probably go after him.

Aih, thats because you dont know this person. Didnt he say that we grew up together? Towards this kind of person, the feeling is closer to friendship than love. A little brat like you wont understand.

What little brat? Let me tell you, Ma Cuihua, your name will be changed in the future, you understand? If Im a little brat and your taste runs towards people like me, wont you become a wife and an old mother in one go? Moreover, what part of me is little? Its all perfectly proportionate, you know?

What a rogue, how disgusting. I really cant tell just looking, ah. Here I thought you were sulking in your room, but to think youve actually gotten involved in the broadcasting business. Well, now Im curious. What kind of broadcasting do you do? Singing? From your voice, even the computer will go blue screen from shock. Dancing? Can you? As for storytelling, stand-up comedy or other entertainment-related work. Well, you might as well listen to this old aunties advice. Someone like you is not at all suited to become a broadcaster. If you keep on this road, I suspect even once the world end, you will never become famous

Ye Fei was so angry that he nearly spat up blood. He flashed an unhappy glance at Ma Cuihua. I say, cant you at least say something encouraging? Didnt I help you out just now? Also, whats this horrid thing about me never becoming famous even once the world ends? So what if I cant sing, dance or tell jokes or stories? Let me tell you, you look down on me because you dont know me. People who know me will say that I am the greatest loss to the broadcasting industry in the last thousand years.

Nonsense, this industry has only been in existence for 3 years.

Its just an analogy.

The two continued to bicker as Ma Cuihua drove them back to the original cheap residence.

After she parked the car, she asked, Do you want me to send you to your new place?

Ye Fei waved his hand, No need. Its not like I have a lot of belongings. Moreover, most of those things are worn out. Also, isnt your place all fully furnished? Things that I dont need, I wont bring. Ill leave you with a little something to remind you of me.

Remind me your head, ah! Have you ever seen anyone leaving trash as reminders?

Isnt being different good? If I were the same as everyone else, would you remember me? Alright, I think its time for me to go. I need to pack my things.

Ye Fei returned to his room and looked around the little space he had occupied for nearly a year. Suddenly, he felt a little reluctant to leave. After all, this room had witnessed his many hardships and now that he had to suddenly leave, it would be a lie to say that he had no feelings of nostalgia for this place.

However, when Ye Fei thought of the huge condominium of Ma Cuihuas at Yijing Garden, this little bit of sadness suddenly evaporated. In a thrice, he packed his things into a suitcase and walked out.

However, as soon as he opened the door, Ye Fei leapt backwards. Ma Cuihua was just right outside his door!

Aiyo, Sister Ma. I say, you are becoming more and more subtle. Before this, you used to bang on the door, but later changed to knocking. Now you dont even make a sound, ah. Why are you just standing there? Cant you at least help me pack?

Ye Fei,

Oh my heavens, ah. You f*cking expect me to beat eggs and stir batter in a blue-and-white porcelain antique from the Qing Dynasty? Dont you know that Id most likely be killed by artefact lovers?

What about these chopsticks?

Myanmar elephant tusk ivory. One tusk makes one chopstick.

Ye Fei,

This fellows knees weakened and he nearly collapsed to the ground. He managed to catch himself against the wall and was still struggling to stay upright.

This this kitchen had really ascended, ah. Just how did the System do it? Chopsticks, ah. Chopsticks are meant to pick up food, why do you have to use elephant tusk of all things? Must you be so arrogant?

What about the faucet? It sure doesnt look like an ordinary thing to me,

Specially made from Hetian jade found in the borderlands. It could purify water, reduce bad smells and other impurities and provide top quality water for cooking.

The cupboard?

Made from South Sea Pear Flower wood that allows Host to store ingredients. The inside had been specially modified to preserve freshness and quality of food.

Its not a refrigerator?

Ingredients provided by the System cannot be stored inside a refrigerator. A refrigerator would destroy the delicate nature of the ingredients.

These colourful plates are made of what kind of porcelain?

These are Celadon glazed china, Multi-coloured china, Blue on Yellow glaze china, Blue Based glaze china

As the System went on, introducing the various items in the kitchen, Ye Fei could only stand in place and stare, dumbfounded. While the System did say that it would provide him with whatever was needed to become a professional broadcaster, he never thought that it would actually provide something as incredible as this. M*therf*cker, this kitchen was basically a treasure trove, okay?

I just want a nice kitchen, why do you have to give me something so stupidly grand, ah?!

[Gumihou: I have some idea where he gets his sass from]

[1] Some small adjustments