Chapter 85

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When Luo Tai left the world of *Food God*, he did not notify anyone. Since there was no possibility of meeting again, why should a group of people gather to feel sad? So, Luo Tai quietly left on his own.

Back in the familiar home, Luo Tai sat on the bed and let out a long breath. After completing the mission in the world of *Food God*, there was only about an hour left. This short time was definitely not enough to go to Shaolin Temple to say goodbye to Brother Mengyi. If it weren't for the Dharma name Mengyi gave Luo Tai, Luo Tai was quite grateful to this cheap brother, even though Mengyi sometimes seemed petty and occasionally a bit lecherous.

Thinking of Stephen Chow and Turkey still being surrounded by countless reporters before he left, Luo Tai laughed. He might as well leave the Turkey, who looked like a little white flower, to Stephen Chow, even though he had plenty of opportunities to take her away earlier.

There were also Goosehead, Fat Snow, Rib Boy, Immortal...

To this day, Luo Tai still couldn't believe that they were merely virtual characters in movies. Luo Tai preferred to think that these people were real, living in another parallel space, with flesh and blood. Luo Tai just happened to cross over due to a strange encounter and had some interactions with them. After Luo Tai left, they would continue to live their lives as they originally did.

After lying in bed and daydreaming for a while, Luo Tai fell into a deep sleep.

A series of banging sounds on the door woke Luo Tai up.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes and dragging a pair of plastic slippers, Luo Tai drowsily walked to the door and asked through it, "Who is it? Stop banging, you'll break the door."

After pulling the door open, Sun Fat's big, smirking face appeared in front of Luo Tai.

"Damn, you can really sleep. What time is it now, and you're still sleeping? Did you do something bad last night?"

While scolding Luo Tai, Sun Fat, agile like a trained pig, quickly darted into the room. His two small eyes emitted a mischievous glint, scanning every corner of the room.

"Get lost. It's Sunday today. If you have nothing else to do, scram. I want to sleep more," Luo Tai yawned and began to shoo Sun Fat out, not in a good mood.

Sun Fat didn't care. Given his relationship with Luo Tai, even if Luo Tai kicked him, it wouldn't extinguish the burning curiosity in his heart.

"Don't pretend with me. I've never seen you sleep in so much. It was a big weekend yesterday, and you didn't go out drinking with me. You went out on your own, and I don't believe you didn't bring someone back."

Luo Tai was too lazy to argue with Sun Fat. This guy was like a stubborn donkey; the more you explained, the less he believed. Once you ignored him, he would convince himself.

Sun Fat rambled on for a while, seeing that Luo Tai really had no interest in arguing about this, he pouted and sat on Luo Tai's bed, kicked off his shoes, and curled up at the head of the bed.

Luo Tai didn't care what Sun Fat was doing and went to wash his face and brush his teeth, as if Sun Fat wasn't even there.

After sitting cross-legged for a while, Sun Fat probably felt bored and raised his voice to shout at Luo Tai, who was leaning over the basin, "Hey, you said you wanted to find something to do yesterday. Have you decided on a project yet?"

Sun Fat's words made Luo Tai stop brushing his teeth.

The day before yesterday, when the two were drinking, Sun Fat had just mentioned wanting to open a restaurant. Luo Tai had coincidentally drawn the movie *Food God*, not only learning how to make super delicious burst-sauce beef balls but also obtaining a level 7 cooking skill. A level 2 cooking skill in the real world was equivalent to a second-level chef, and at level 7, it should be considered a top-level chef.

With this cooking skill, opening a restaurant was no longer a dream.

Luo Tai was about to finish brushing his teeth and talk to Sun Fat about opening a restaurant when Sun Fat spoke first, "I say, if you haven't made up your mind, listen to me. I walked around the streets yesterday and saw a small restaurant for sale. The transfer fee isn't particularly high. Including the tables, chairs, and kitchen equipment, it only costs 60,000 yuan. I heard the owner has an emergency at home and needs to return to his hometown, so he's transferring this fairly prosperous small restaurant."

At this point, Sun Fat jumped off the bed, didn't even put on his shoes, and ran to the bathroom door, leaning against the door frame and said to Luo Tai, "60,000 yuan, we should be able to gather that much. We'll take over this small restaurant, hire a chef who can cook, and one waiter will be enough. We two will take turns working. If the business is good, we'll quit our jobs and focus on running our restaurant. I don't believe we won't succeed."

Luo Tai tilted his head, gargled, and wiped the toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at Sun Fat and said, "You're right, we are brothers. I was just about to talk to you. I've been practicing cooking at home these past two days and found that I have a talent for it. I tried a few dishes from the recipe book, and my skills have been improving rapidly. So, we don't need to hire a chef; I can do it."

Sun Fat kicked Luo Tai's butt and shouted, "Luo Tai, I'm serious this time. I don't want to live such an ordinary life anymore. I want to live the life I dream of. I don't want to work for others anymore. I want to create everything I want with my own hands!"

Luo Tai was a bit confused by Sun Fat's sudden burst of energy. What had gotten into him?

After listening to Sun Fat's inner monologue, Luo Tai understood that Sun Fat had taken his earlier words as a joke.

Indeed, who could go from barely being able to cook a meal to becoming a top chef in just a few days? This was something only Luo Tai, with his lottery system, could achieve.

Luo Tai turned around, put his hands on Sun Fat's shoulders, and said seriously, "Fat, I'm not lying to you. I've been practicing cooking these past two days. If you don't believe I'm a genius chef, I'll cook a couple of dishes for you to taste. You'll see how my talent has been buried all these years."

Sun Fat looked into Luo Tai's serious eyes and hesitated, "Are you serious? Did you really learn to cook? Why does it sound so unbelievable coming from you?"

That morning, Luo Tai took Sun Fat to several markets, buying a large amount of ingredients. If it weren't for Luo Tai's superhuman physical strength, they might not have been able to bring everything back.

As soon as they entered the door, Sun Fat groaned and threw the dozen plastic bags on the ground, leaped onto the bed, and sprawled out, refusing to get up.

Luo Tai looked at the exhausted Sun Fat with a bitter smile and had to start preparing the ingredients on his own, determined to show Sun Fat that he never lied.

He also wanted to give Sun Fat confidence. With Luo Tai's current cooking skills, they could definitely run their small restaurant successfully. On their way to buy the ingredients, when Sun Fat heard that Luo Tai was planning to quit his job, he immediately shouted and said that if Luo Tai really knew how to cook, he would quit his job too and devote all his energy to the restaurant.

Sun Fat lay on the bed, humming, but his ears were perked up, listening carefully to Luo Tai's movements in the kitchen.

Sun Fat was indeed tired, with a sore back and legs, but as a worker, his body wasn't that delicate. He just hated washing vegetables and cooking. To avoid being dragged into helping Luo Tai, he pretended to be on the verge of death to avoid this disaster.

Hearing Luo Tai washing vegetables, chopping meat, and cutting vegetables in the kitchen, Sun Fat slowly sat up from the bed, sneaked to the kitchen door, and peeked inside.

From the sounds, it seemed that Luo Tai really knew how to cook. It was just a matter of how the dishes would taste. If they weren't too bad, they could save the cost of hiring a chef. After all, for the small restaurant they planned to open, the customers would just want to be full and wouldn't be too picky about the taste of the dishes.