Transdimensional Marketing

"Made! Dare to despise me!"

"Let you know what is true fragrance..."

Returning to the bedroom with a sneer, Chen Yu picked up the automatic full-processing cooking pot into the kitchen and placed it on the dining table.

The probe glanced at the two younger sisters in the living room. He closed the sliding door and turned on the cooking pot.

"Beep!"

With the crisp electronic sound, a page of virtual projection suddenly appeared on the top of the pot, arranging dozens of dishes.

Domestic Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Su cuisine...

Foreign French, English, American, Sicilian food...

With everything, Chen Yu was dazzled.

"Yes, it's awesome!"

Just looking at the tens of thousands of menus, Chen Yu felt that the products redeemed this time were among the top three in terms of practicality.

You can eat three of them in one day, and you can't finish them in a lifetime.

Excitedly rubbing his palms, Chen Yu lifted the lid of the pot and just put the green onions and potatoes into the pot, suddenly committing the "occupational disease" that had been evaluated for a long time.

"If only the seasonings are used, can you make a dish with the performance of this pot?"

Thinking of this, he held up the seasoning box decisively and put three spoons of salt, one spoon of MSG, one spoon of pepper, and a small half bottle of vinegar in the pot...

Finally, he hesitated to put in a rolling pin, close the lid, select the husband and wife lung film in the virtual projection, and click to make.

pot:"……"

With hands on hips, Chen Yu waited quietly.

pot:"……"

"Beep! Beep!"

One minute later, the red light of the fully processed cooking pot turned on, an alarm sounded, and the lid popped off.

【The ingredients do not have any nutritional value, please choose the right ingredients. 】

"Sure enough, can't it?"

Picking up the rolling pin and dumping the seasoning in the pot, Chen Yu's mind as a reviewer opened again.

"I don't know if **** has nutritional value..."

Washing the bottom of the pot with water, he honestly put onions, ginger, garlic, potatoes, beef and other "normal" ingredients this time.

As for the seasoning, Chen Yu put in ten spoons of salt, five spoons of monosodium glutamate, half a bottle of soy sauce, half a bottle of rice vinegar, and a half bottle of cooking wine in line with the principle of preferring more.

Anyway, the cooking pot can be adjusted automatically, and the excess seasoning can be used next time.

"boom!"

Closing the lid, Chen Yu chose the "Fatty Sausage" in the national dishes and clicked to make.

"Beep!"

The green breathing light lights up, and a progress bar appears in the virtual projection.

[Remaining time for production: 1 minute and 44 seconds. 】

[1 minute and 23 seconds...]

Wait for the countdown to clear and the cooking pot will pop open the lid on time.

The white mist filled Chen Yu's mouth and nose carrying the fragrance, making him energetic.

"Fuck... this smell..."

Picking up the chopsticks, Chen Yu picked up a piece of greasy fat intestine and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

Regardless of the color, smell, elasticity, and shape, there is no difference between it and normal fat intestine!

"interesting."

After swallowing saliva and putting the fat intestines into his mouth, Chen Yu closed his eyes and carefully felt the mellow fragrance exploded between his mouth and his taste buds...

"Quack, chick..."

"Hammer..."

Chewing hard, a way to make money came to Chen Yu's mind.

Buy cheap cabbage gangs and old potatoes in large quantities, make them into exquisite dishes and sell them, and you will earn a lot of money!

The people have worked so hard to save some money, if you don't earn it with your heart, are they still human?

But soon, he dismissed the idea.

First of all, he is not short of money, and he doesn't even like money anymore.

Secondly, there is only one pot, and only two continue to spend 240 points to purchase. No matter how fast the production time is, it cannot satisfy large-scale sales. If you only open a few small stores, you might as well make a lot of money by selling a piece of software.

What's more, although the dishes made by cooking pots taste good and authentic, they can't reach the level of "dispersion" with just one bite. They are even 50-50 different from Xing Biqi's craftsmanship and cannot be sold at high prices.

Therefore, for Chen Yu, this pot can only be used as a household appliance.

After swallowing the food, Chen Yu wiped his mouth, served the dishes, put potatoes and green onions again, and chose to stir-fry shrimps, click to make...

Three minutes later...

(How lonely is invincibility.)

(How invincible is, how empty...)

Amidst the sound of passionate background music, Chen Yu walked into the living room with a gangster gesture and Conner's pace with the fat sausage in his left hand and the fried shrimp in his right.

"Huh?" Chen Erke, who was drawing, sniffed, raised his head, and stared at the pantyhose.

"Ang?" Chen Sanke also turned his head and stared at the plate of fried shrimps.

"Ahaha." Chen Yu couldn't help but laugh, put two plates of exquisite dishes on the coffee table, and smiled: "Dear sisters, how do you feel?"

"This...this..." Chen Erke's eyes widened and couldn't believe it: "Brother you did this?"

"That's right." Chen Yu tactically leaned back on the sofa: "How is the level?"

"Grasshopper can actually do...cook?" Chen Sanke's eyes sparkled, and he stretched out his hand to grab the fried shrimp...

"Snapped!"

Chen Yu's right hand was like electricity, patted Chen Sanke's small hand flying.

"Ah!" Chen Sanke stepped back, tilting his head and looking at Chen Yu in doubt.

Chen Yu leisurely picked up a shrimp and put it in his mouth, chewing vaguely: "Isn't the third child so full?"

"I...I don't have one."

"Just now you said you were full. Since you are full, you can't eat anymore."

Obviously, Chen Yu didn't know what brother-sister affection was. He picked up the plate and swallowed half of the fried shrimps, and then chewed on Chen Sanke like a devil: "Chuck...chuck..."

"Ah..." Chen Sanke stepped back and fell to the ground, her face in despair.

Chen Erke on the side was a ghost, taking advantage of Chen Yu and Chen Sanke's confrontation, grabbed a piece of fat sausage and prepared to stuff it into his mouth.

But as soon as she opened her small mouth, Chen Yu leaned forward and licked her fat intestine with her tongue.

Chen Erke: "..."

"Aren't you suddenly hungry?" Chen Yu sneered.

"Uh." Throwing away the fat intestines disgustingly, Chen Erke spread out his hands and tried to make sense: "I'm hungry now."

"late."

Chen Yu sat on the sofa with a golden sword: "It's all mine, none of you can eat. Hungry."

"Then...then why are you bringing it here!" Chen Erke shouted aggrievedly.

"Glutting you guys."

"..." Chen Erke pouted, looked at the greasy fat intestines, and then at the "destroyed" Chen Yu, stomping: "I don't like you anymore!"

"Oh." Chen Yu nodded, grabbed a piece of fat intestine, shook it in front of Chen Erke's nose, and put it in his mouth: "It's really fragrant."

Chen Erke: "..."

"Grasshopper... Grasshopper." Chen Sanke got up, leaned forward, and pushed Chen Yu.

"What are you doing?"

"I love you."

"It's useless."

"...Um." Chen Sanke stared at the shrimp closely, licked his lower lip, and opened the sweater: "I'll touch the belly paper."

Chen Yu: "..."

"Give me one." Chen Sanke made a serious deal with a small face: "Such as...if you give me three meals, give me two."

Chen Yu: "..."

"All right?" Chen Sanke was pitiful.

"...Alright. Touch first and then eat."

"Eating while touching~www.NovelMTL.com~ deal!"

Chen Erke on the side also saw her sister betraying her soul in exchange for food, curling her lips contemptuously, and then opened her sweater, revealing her white belly: "Brother! Give me one by touching it twice, you earned it."

"Roll out paper, your stomach is dry and shriveled, so I won't give it to you after touching it for a hundred times."

"..."

Under Chen Erke's tearful gaze, Chen Yu and the two ate all the dishes and left.

And Chen Sanke was still careful and soft, and kindly handed the plate to Chen Erke: "There is still a little scum left, lick it?"

Chen Erke: "..."

...

(Note: Four changes will continue tomorrow!)