Demon hunter s Cooking Manual

Chapter 692: Chapter 73: The Dream of a Salted Fish Must Be the Saltiest!_2
 

Chocolate!

It was the kind that was at least 75% dark chocolate.

Bitter, rich.

But not at all hard to swallow.

The flavor permeated his mouth as Jason squinted his eyes slightly.

Words kept flashing—

[Devour the Flame Ring!]

[Physical Strength, energy, injuries greatly recover!]

[Hunger level +18]

[Hunger level: 85]

…

[Devour the force field button!]

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on 𝑛𝗈𝘃𝕘𝘰.co

[Physical Strength, energy, injuries greatly recover!]

[Hunger level +22]

[Hunger level: 107]

…

His hunger level crossed one hundred again.

This allowed Jason to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although 35.6 lives didn’t completely ease the mind of Jason, who was accustomed to having a hundred lives, it was still much higher than before; at least he now had many more options.

“It all depends on the release of the new book now!”

Jason thought to himself silently, feeling somewhat excited.

As an author, it was his first time releasing a new book.

Would there be a book signing?

Would there be a press conference?

While musing, Jason picked up a blanket and draped it over himself, leaning back in his chair and resting his eyes.

Why not go to the water bed?

Because the bed was too comfortable.

Any emergent situation that arose would cause hesitation in someone waking up from such a bed.

Jason was no exception.

But the chair wouldn’t!

With Jason’s constitution more than five times that of an average person, the chair truly was an excellent choice.

Moonset, sunrise.

At dawn, the unlocking of the power of the Dawn Sword within Jason’s body made him instantly awaken.

Stretching his body, Jason quietly waited.

This wait wasn’t long; the phone began to ring.

Dingling!

After the phone rang twice, Jason answered it.

“Hello, Jason?”

“Yes, it’s me!”

Once he heard the voice of the editor, Raven, through the receiver, Jason gave an affirmative response.

“Today is the day your new book hits the market, and all channels have already stocked up in advance…”

As he spoke, the editor’s voice hesitated briefly before continuing, “Did you do something in Cherry City? Their demand is almost the total of all other places!”

‘Did the promotion’ take effect?

Jason couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth as he thought to himself.

At this moment, Jason truly felt at ease.

Being able to face anything calmly, Jason really didn’t have a clear idea about this time’s [main quest].

It wasn’t a true battle, nor was it facing an enemy, but rather a ‘fusion mission’ that touched upon various aspects: sell at least 100,000 copies of the new book within 120 days (the purchases must be voluntary, and each person counts for only one copy).

The task informed Jason what he needed to do.

It wasn’t just about having a ‘new book’.

He also needed a positive reputation.

After all, that is the universal value of ordinary people.

The ordinary people were whom he needed to care about.

And they were the key to completing the task.

Luckily for him, he had good fortune.

The current situation was truly favorable for him.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind it being a little better.

“Will there be a book signing for the new book, Raven?”

Jason asked.

“A book signing for the new book?”

“What are you thinking, Jason?”

“You’re just a fading third-rate author; how could there possibly be a book signing for you?”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Although your book is well written, it’s still too early for you to have a signing!”

“Only truly top-tier authors might get such treatment,”

the editor’s voice involuntarily rose in pitch.

Then, after giving Jason a few more reminders, he hung up the phone in a rush.

Through the receiver, Jason could clearly hear the hustle and bustle of the editorial office.

The editorial department didn’t just have his book; countless books together created such a busy scene.

As for pulling an all-nighter?

Business as usual.

No book signing, then no book signing it is.

The task comes first!

After hanging up the phone, Jason let out a sigh and turned to walk towards the hall on the ground floor.

“Morning, Jason.”

“Breakfast is sandwiches and milk.”

“Yours are there.”

Brian, who had resumed his role as chef, pointed to the 20 sandwiches on a plate not far away.

“Thanks, Brian.”

Jason smiled, picked up his plate, and took a seat at one side of the dining table.

Soon, John and McCaul appeared in the dining room.

And the two girls?

It seemed their biological clocks were completely different from the four men’s, normally needing to wake up around 10 a.m. or, if slightly later, around noon to one in the afternoon.

“Brian, you should get Kemi to get up earlier and exercise her body.”

After picking up his breakfast, McCaul said this.

“Well, you know, my relationship with Kemi has just begun to thaw.”

Brian, the old father, revealed a helpless smile.

“Why don’t you let Telly get Kemi up early?”

“They get along really well, if one of them starts to move, the other is sure to follow.”

The middle-aged father asked McCaul.

“Telly?”

“She’ll definitely listen to what I say.”

“But, I’m somewhat afraid to speak.”

McCaul immediately sighed.

“She’s come to see me as a father figure.”

“But…”

“I’m completely unprepared.”

“I don’t know if accepting Telly will affect her.”

“After all, my profession made me many enemies in the past.”

McCaul also revealed a bitter smile.

The two middle-aged men exchanged bitter smiles.

John, on the other hand, was stroking Daisy’s head with a slight smile, without saying a word.

For John, family was Daisy.

And communicating with Daisy didn’t need to be so complicated.

If you were good to it, it would be good to you.

But people?

There were way too many things.

Even two people who got along extremely well could develop far too many misunderstandings and rifts.

As for being completely honest with each other?

Oh, humans, your greatest difficulty is honesty.

It’s not about being bashful.

Or about being selfish.

It’s about a habit of self-protection.

Fear of being hurt.

The choices made in anxiety.

Although often against one’s wishes, when faced with similar situations in the future, people tend to make the same choices again.

Of course, there’s also the chance for a moment of complete candor.

Everyone has that impulse.

People give that impulse a most beautiful name: love.

It isn’t unchanging.

It evolves over time.

It might turn into familial love.

Or it might become… hate.

The kind of hate borne out of love.

So, people only have a moment’s chance, and moreover, this moment is the only opportunity they have in their entire lives.

If missed,

It truly is gone forever.

Jason, of course, didn’t have such deep feelings; for someone who loved food, unless he was in a bun shop where a girl handed him a freshly bought bun,

Otherwise, he was always rational in his thinking.

Or contemplating even more profound questions—

Is pork with green onion delicious, or is lamb with radish better?

Actually, spicy beef can also be good.

If there’s egg soup, one must definitely add an extra egg.

Eating the breakfast prepared by Brian, Jason, like John, did not get involved in the conversation between Brian and McCaul.

However, his gaze turned towards the hallway.

Kemi and Telly appeared there.

Not in pajamas, but dressed up, ready to go out.

“Dear, good morning!”

“Come, have breakfast!”

Brian smiled as he looked at his daughter.

“No need, Dad!”

“I’ll just take a sandwich with me!”

After nodding to John, McCaul, and Jason, Kemi picked up two sandwiches and ate as she walked out.

“Where are you going? I’ll drive you!”

Brian called out.

“That’s okay, Dad.”

“I’m driving with Telly.”

With those words, Kemi and Telly ran out.

The four men inside the house looked at each other, completely clueless about what the two girls were up to.

And at the same time, Cortana was also quickly leaving the base.

Inside ‘Golden Wind’, Bolun, who hadn’t slept all night and had been studying, was waking Emily up, and the two of them quickly started to get ready.

In ‘Flame Ring’, a group of muscular men, under the lead of the old instructor, left the camp in orderly rows.

Members of ‘Cherry City’s Golden Wind’ were also gathering on the streets.

Dressed in ancient garb, members of ‘Memory Street’ were mingled amongst them.

And all of these people were heading towards one place in Cherry City.

That place was—

a bookstore!