This Game Is Too Realistic

In any case, this meat could no longer be eaten.

Chu Guang sighed, reluctantly tossing the meat aside.

"If only there was a refrigerator."

The Blue Umbrella Mushrooms in the lair of the mutant leeches...

For the generator, he had to get this thing no matter what.

But it was currently just the second week of September, and Liszt's caravan would not come here until the end of the month. It was useless to think about these things at the moment.

He could wait until the end of the month to start storing food.

Moreover, the refrigerator was such a luxury item, and with the current economic conditions of the shelter, he couldn't afford it anyway...

For three days, Chu Guang basically went out hunting early in the morning, returned at noon or the afternoon, cooked a pot of meat for the players, and then squatted in the corner of the nursing home, and continued to refine the skill of smoking food by himself.

This fixed schedule was like that of an NPC.

Although the progress of researching smoked meat was still not going well, it was gratifying that the players had performed very well these days.

Chu Guang calculated.

Over the past three days, he had received a total of 7 reward points.

Although it was almost 10 points, Chu Guang finally used all his chips on the primary blind box after some thoughts.

Fortunately, he was not given just a lollipop this time, but also a bottle of soy sauce.

He didn't know what brand it was, but it could finally improve the food for the players.

Chu Guang then stored the soy sauce carefully like a treasure.

But……

That being said, his cooking skills were really not good.

The first time the players ate it, it felt quite fresh, authentic, natural and pollution-free. Compared with takeaway fast food, it had a different flavor, but having the same thing every meal, no one would be able to stand it.

"I think I'm going to throw up soon if we keep eating stew food every day ..." Sitting on the ground holding a bowl, Night Ten frowned.

When he found out that players could eat food in this game, he was quite excited at first, but he gradually began to realize how painful eating was.

All meals were stewed meat, or boiled green wheat.

Even if his mouth could stand it, his butt could hardly stand it...

Ample Time took a bite of greasy foreleg meat, frowned, and said.

"The taste system has probably not been fully developed, otherwise even if we didn't add enough salt… It shouldn't taste like this..."

It was bland and greasy!

It also had a bitter taste.

It was even worse than green wheat porridge...

"The smell is too strong. We should blanch it with cooking wine, scallion, ginger, and garlic. It might be better," Old White comforted. "Let's just make do with it. It is a wasteland, it will be very hard for us to get all those things. But there will definitely be delicious things in the future!"

Ample Time rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Since being appointed as the "leader of construction", this guy would increasingly consider things from the perspective of game developers, and even took the initiative to give empty promises to themselves.

But what he said was true...

Since realism was the selling point of this game, there was nothing wrong with setting condiments as luxury goods, and players might have to pay for them in the future.

Night Ten sighed.

"I hope we will get the condiments in the next update… I can buy it using real money."

Gale ate the meat slowly and did not participate in the conversation between the three.

He didn't mind the taste, but was thinking about how to improve the fishing trap.

Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became cold, Night Ten looked at Old White and asked casually.

"How is your cement production?"

Old White sipped the soup and replied.

"Quality needs to be improved, but I feel that I am getting closer and closer to success."

"Seriously?"

"I'm not kidding! And it's not just cement. Recently, Ample Time and I have been working on making bricks. But we have no molds, which is quite annoying. The shape of the brick we made was not very good... But it can still be used."

Night Ten questioned.

"Can't you use wood for molds?"

"Hehe, if only it were that simple!"

Ample Time shook his head, and then said, "This stuff is not the same as cutting a tree. It requires a lot of work to produce the right shape."

Ample Time didn't expect it either.

As a hardcore survival master who could build a building in The Forest in just half an hour, he was actually troubled by such low-level problems.

Of course, this was also related to the too hard core setting of Wasteland Online...

Night Ten and Gale looked at each other, then at Old White and Ample Time, and expressed helplessness with exasperated eyes.

They were also theoretical players, and though their hands-on ability could not be said to be 0, they were not much stronger.

Although they caught a lot of larvae of mutant leeches these days and made many traps they learned from the short video online, they didn't catch a single fish.

But then again, fish-eating birds were all around the lake. The stupid fishes must have long been taken away and eaten by those birds. The remaining fish were the smart ones. They would not be fooled easily.

Gale could only comfort herself by telling himself that he was trying to feed the fish in the lake, so they would grow bigger. Maybe after the fish lowered their vigilance, they would be able to catch them next time...

At this moment, there was movement in the direction of the nursing home.

Then they saw the administrator walking towards them with two dumbfounded guys.

From their shocked expressions, it was obvious that they were the new players who had just put on the helmet and entered the game world.

Night Ten sighed silently in his heart again.

‘Why is it male players again…'

"Let me introduce them to everyone, these two are our new members… Tomato_scrambled_eggs, and WC_really_has_mosquitoes."

‘What kind of stupid names are these.'

Chu Guang resisted the urge to complain, after all, his identity in the game was an NPC.

"Papa......"

Slight applause rang out.

The testing players sitting in front of the cauldron put down their bowls and applauded, expressing their welcome, but this welcoming attitude was obviously not enthusiastic.

But the two newcomers didn't care.

At this moment they had yet recovered from the shock.

Under Chu Guang's instructions, they sat in front of the cauldron, looking dull at the white mist floating on the pot.

The damp heat and the smell of meat...

It was so realistic too!

Seeing that the two newcomers hadn't moved for a long time, Old White took the initiative to talk.

"What attributes do you guys have?"

The one called [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] was the first to recover.

"I am an agile type."

Then [Tomato_scrambled_eggs] also recovered.

"I'm a physique type... you all have eaten already?"

"Originally, the administrator was planning to hold a welcome ceremony, but it seems that we have messed it up... he let us eat first," Night Ten said with a helpless expression, "You just woke up, you want some too?"

Mosquito swallowed.

He took a bowl full of big bones and soup, took a sip, his pupils widened in shock.

"Taste... This is incredible! You can really taste food in this game!"

‘Holy sh**!'

‘This is too incredible!'

"Not only can you eat, but you can also get low blood sugar if you don't eat," Ample Time sighed. "I don't think it needs to be so realistic, or they can at least make something delicious."

Scrambled Egg stared at the bowl, speechless, hesitated for a long time and asked.

"This… What's this?"

Old White replied.

"Meat."

"Meat? What meat?"

"Mutated hyena... Actually, we don't know whether that thing is a wolf or a dog. They're all mutants anyway."

Upon hearing this, Mosquito's hands holding the bowl subconsciously shook and almost spilled the soup.

Scrambled Egg's reaction was different.

Instead of hiding away, this guy leaned closer and took a bite with interest. Only with this taste, his brow furrowed even tighter.

"It smells so fishy… Did you not bleed it?"

Players looked at each other.

"I have no idea."

"The prey is all obtained by the NPC."

Old White suggested.

"If you know how to cook, you can discuss with the administrator, as long as you have a skill, you will assign you a class."

Scrambled Egg showed an expression of eagerness.

"Really? Then I'll try it later."

"How about woodwork? I can do woodwork!" Mosquito asked hurriedly.

"You mean you're a carpenter?" Old White's eyes lit up, stared at him before asking again, "You're a carpenter?"

Mosquito was taken aback, and said with a shy smile.

"Yes... I sell furniture in real life, all made of pure wood. If you are interested, you can add my chat number. I will give you discount—"

"Great!" Old White stood up excitedly, "I just lack someone to make a mold here. Come and help me!"

"?"

Not only Old White stood up, but Ample Time also stood up.

Before [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] realized what was going on, the two of them had already grabbed his arms.

"Wait, I haven't had the soup yet—"

Seeing the two people dragging him to the construction site, Mosquito looked dumbfounded. Just when he wanted to protest, he was interrupted by Old White.

"That soup tastes like sh*t. Just wait for the chef to cook another pot in the afternoon."

Ample Time also added a sentence.

"That's right! Good brother, listen to my advice, that stuff is really not delicious! Let me take you to familiarize yourself with the gameplay."

Mosquito: "……%*!"

Tomato_scrambled_eggs looked at the rookie brother who was dragged into the grove and swallowed.

"Are they... really teaching him how to play this game?"

Night Ten and Gale glanced at each other.

"Probably?"

"Maybe?"

Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "..."

Why do you guys sound unsure!

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