Magic Item Master

Chapter 719 Old Bian Que

"Don't come back after you go out." One of the fatter law enforcement officers said earnestly while looking at Nicaean.

Another law enforcement officer with a sallow face nodded and said: "A hardworking person will never be hungry. If you work a few more jobs, it's okay to eat enough. Don't eat the overlord's meal."

"Well, I won't come here again. The food here is like pig food. If you're not really hungry, please beg me and I won't eat it!" Nicia replied with a face of course.

The faces of the two law enforcement officers darkened again, and then they silently released the handcuffs from Nicia's hands. The fat law enforcement officer said calmly, "You can go now."

The two watched Nicia leave, looked at each other in unison, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the God of Plague was sent away.

Nicaea still maintained an astonishing appetite in the detention center, and if he was not allowed to eat enough, he would eat whatever he saw, so that several cells were deformed by Nicaea.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to provide more food to prevent people from accusing the detention center of mistreating detainees afterwards.

After all, the detainees only made small mistakes, not major criminals, so they could easily win people's sympathy.

But they were shocked by the amount of food in Nicaea. It was like a bottomless pit.

Almost turned the detention center into negative equity.

The price of ordinary food in the Eternal Kingdom is still very cheap. For example, rice costs only one hundred yuan for [-] catties. It’s just that ordinary food is not eaten by the residents of the Eternal Kingdom. If they want to eat it, they eat spiritual rice or magic rice. Ordinary rice is used to feed animals.

But even if Nicaea eats ordinary rice, it can make the detention center poor. One can imagine how terrifying it is.

Zhang Sen heard the conversation between the enforcer and Nicaea from a distance, and he felt a thump in his heart, suddenly realizing a very serious matter, his family might be poor by Nicaea.

"Teacher!" Nicia came out and immediately said happily when he saw Zhang Sen.

Zhang Sen watched Nicia approaching with a complex expression, as if he saw a big gold-throwing mouth approaching, he forced a smile.

"What are your plans for the next step?" Zhang Sen asked Nicia back to the magic house while walking around.

Nicia clenched her fist and said, "Teacher, I want to be a chef!"

"Well, the chef is very good, but do you have a detailed plan?" Zhang Sen smiled.

Nicia nodded and said, "I'm going to work as a waiter in a different restaurant first, and then find a chance to be a teacher to see if I can become an apprentice. If I can't become an apprentice, I will try my best to steal a teacher. Sooner or later, I will become the top chef!"

"Very good, the teacher supports you, you will become the best chef!" Zhang Sen patted Nicia on the shoulder and encouraged with a smile.

After returning to the magic house, Zhang Sen formally introduced Nicia to everyone. When Nicia saw Lina, his wife and mother screamed non-stop, so he successfully coaxed a lot of snacks.

In the next two days, Zhang Sen continued to fish, while Nicia started to rush about work.

In fact, he has gone through a lot of interviews, but in the end he failed all interviews, some because of his appearance, and some because he is not handsome enough.

"Teacher, do you think I should have plastic surgery?"

In the evening, Nicia sat on the red sofa with Zhang Sen and asked questions while browsing the web.

Zhang Sen looked at him and asked, "Why do you think so?"

"I went to see it today. In the few restaurants I applied for, the newly recruited waiters are very handsome, especially the new waiters recruited by Laojun Shidan. They are as handsome as movie stars. I think I applied for the job. I haven’t been successful all the time, maybe it’s because I’m not handsome enough.” Nicia thought seriously.

Zhang Sen looked at Nicia and said, "But your current appearance is a gift from your parents. Are you sure you want to change?"

"If it's for a dream, I believe they will understand, besides..." Nicaea said firmly, but he didn't say anything in the end, besides, he killed his parents himself.

Zhang Sen nodded and said, "Then go!"

"Teacher, that... can I..." Nicia was a little embarrassed, but plastic surgery requires money.

Zhang Sen's face darkened, but he still silently paid.

In fact, he is not really unwilling to pay for it. After all, many of the prototype artifacts were picked up by Nicaea. Time is sold to the system.

The landlord's family has no food left.

The days passed by, and finally it was time to make an appointment to see a doctor.

Zhang Sen was wearing casual clothes, and walked into a medical clinic with "The Most Authentic Bian Que Medical Clinic" hanging on it, and a faint smell of medicine immediately pierced his nose.

In fact, the storefront of this medical center is very small, at least from the outside, it is only the size of a door, but the space inside has been enlarged, so the area inside the store is not small.

This is a very typical Chinese medicine shop. There is a counter with a large number of medicine boxes behind it. A man with a jade complexion and an ancient costume is sitting on the beauty couch, reading a book. All around, let the man look more immortal.

"Please wait a moment, my guest. I'll come right after I finish this paragraph!" The man said leisurely, and then continued to read the book.

Zhang Sen silently gave the man a bad review in his heart, and then sat down on a chair beside him without even serving tea, so the negative review was increased by one.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, the man finally finished reading the book, then clamped the pages with a bookmark, gently put the book aside and sat up, smiled and said: "Sorry, this book is quite esoteric, and the reading speed is a bit slow."

"It's okay, can we start now?" Zhang Sen said lightly.

The man nodded and said, "No problem, I'll go and ask Master to come out."

"Aren't you Bian Que?" Zhang Sen was taken aback, then asked.

The man shook his head and said, "No, I am Master's apprentice, my name is Bian Qian."

"It's really awkward!" Zhang Sen looked at the man and said.

Bian Qian smiled embarrassedly, and said: "Many guests have said this, and you are not the first."

Then Bian Qian went to ask Bian Que to come out, and after a while an old man walked out with a strong smell of medicine. Although the old man looked very old, his hair was black and shiny, his face was rosy, and he looked very healthy.

"It turns out that the root of the world tree still has this medicinal effect. It's really amazing." Bian Que followed Bian Qian out while thinking. When Bian Qian got out of the way, he continued to walk forward, and finally bumped into the front of the counter.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Sen suddenly felt a little nervous. Can this old man's version of Bian Que really work?

The image of Bian Que in different worlds is different. This old man’s version of Bian Que is short and fat, just like the big sweet potato in the cartoon Old Master Q, but it is older and has thicker hair.

That's not good for selling.

"Ahem, are you the sick one?" Old Bian Que finally came out of his own world, got up, looked at Zhang Sen, and asked with a cough.

This sentence is really awkward...

Zhang Sen complained silently in his heart, but still nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to see a doctor."

"From your face, it doesn't look like you are sick. Let me take a pulse." Bian Que stepped forward and sat on Zhang Sen's left, and said.

Zhang Sen immediately stretched out his hand, and Bian Que felt his pulse for a moment, then frowned and said, "Your pulse is fine, let me see your tongue."

"Slightly..." Zhang Sen stuck out his tongue.

Bian Que frowned, and finally couldn't help pinching Zhang Sen's tongue to observe carefully, and then let go suspiciously: "Are you sure you're really sick?"

"It's really sick." Zhang Sen nodded, but he always felt a little uncomfortable saying this sentence.

Bian Que thought for a while and said, "Tell me about your symptoms carefully."

"I always feel sick. I don't have a cold but I keep sneezing, and I have a fever several times. I also have a cough, chest tightness, and want to vomit..." Zhang Sen said seriously.

After hearing this, Bian Qian looked at Zhang Sen and asked suspiciously, "You must be pregnant, right?"

"Go aside." Bian Que scolded.

Bian Qian curled his lips, then went back to the beauty bed to read a book.

There are always so many strange things in the country. In fact, there is a subspecies of human beings called "Fantai people". The males in this race are responsible for pregnancy, and the females have rice greens inside, so the males do not ejaculate, but inhale. It's a straw...

That's why Bian Qian asked this question.

The reason why Bian Que scolded was because he knew that Zhang Sen was a pure man by feeling his pulse, and this problem could not exist at all.

"Mental illness, I'm not very good at it." Bian Que probably knew about Zhang Sen's problem, and said with a frown.

Without waiting for Zhang Sen to speak, he continued: "But I have a secret recipe for treating mental illness. Maybe it can be cured, so why don't you give it a try?"

"Can you tell me about the treatment process?" Zhang Sen was not sure about the ability of old Bian Que, so he asked after thinking about it.

Bian Que nodded and said: "Mental illness is often the existence of a specific mental state. I have a recipe called Wangyou Decoction, which will make you forget everything after drinking it, and another recipe called Qianchensan, which can make you remember everything again. , like that or something."

"Reinstall the computer." Bian Qian said at this time.

After hearing this, Zhang Sen shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't want to lose any memory."

"Okay then, the consultation fee is 2000, please go to the counter to pay." Bian Que nodded, got up and said, then turned and left.

Zhang Sen's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he said, "It's all two thousand?"

"Consultation fee, two thousand for treatment or not, the rules." Bian Qian said with a smile at this time.

Zhang Sen looked at the two of them speechlessly, and suddenly felt like he had entered a black shop. Could it be that Bian Que was a quack doctor at all, and he was just cheating in Bian Que's name.

It's a pity that even if he was unwilling, he still had to obediently pay the money. After all, he did consult.

Zhang Sen came out of the medical clinic, looked at the blue sky, and finally sighed helplessly. Sure enough, it is better to ask for others than to ask for himself, and he has to find a way to be more reliable.

Go home and make magic props!
Zhang Sen sneezed loudly, and then made a decisive decision.

(End of this chapter)