The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 16 Assignment
[Name: Liu Zhenhua. 】

[Reputation: 34. 】

[Current number of force members: 34 (refreshed every morning). 】

[Current reputation meal: a bowl of white porridge, a dish of pickled mustard per person/day (refreshed every morning), each serving can provide a little reputation (required 1000 reputation for upgrade). 】

[Maximum number issued: 50 (200 reputation required for upgrade). 】

This is the first time Liu Zhenhua has a huge sum of money. With 34 reputation points, there are not many things he can buy. Even a junk gun costs [-] reputation points, and refilling ammunition costs two reputation points.

At Liu Zhenhua's current level, he would never even look at such a one-time luxury item unless it is necessary.

Early in the morning, Liu Zhenhua had 33 bowls of white porridge and pickled mustard in front of him.

The 33 people looked at the white porridge and pickled mustard in front of them. They were shocked by the size of the food.

The bowls of white porridge were level with the bowls of noodles, and they looked full in portions. The mustard sprouts appeared on the top, and there were stars of oil in the bowls. They could all imagine how crisp and delicious the mustard mustard was.

"Thank you Kitchen God."

29 people knelt down together, with fanatical expressions on their faces, shouting, "It's really a portion for each person!"As expected of the Kitchen God, doesn’t this mean that no matter how many people there are, each person can have a bowl of porridge and a portion of mustard. Their porridge and mustard will not be shared among the crowd.

The four members of the Zhao family didn't know Liu Zhenhua's vest yet. Seeing this scene and listening to their shouts, Zhao Shicheng immediately pulled his three brothers and sisters to kneel down.

"Thank you Kitchen God!"

Zhao Shicheng was shocked. He knew the Kitchen God. Yesterday, Liu Zhenhua conjured white porridge out of thin air. He felt that something was wrong with this person. He did not expect that he turned out to be a god.

33 people, 33 bowls of porridge.

In Zhao Shicheng's opinion, Liu Zhenhua did not need to eat, so 33 bowls of white porridge were just right.

Zhao Wanrong and Zhao Wanyu lowered their heads and could only see Liu Zhenhua's feet. Their minds were filled with Liu Zhenhua's smiling face.

"Are all gods so approachable?"

The two women were thinking that last night Liu Zhenhua brought the porridge to them with his own hands and spoke to them so softly.

"This white porridge and pickled mustard are for three portions for the four people of the Zhao family," Liu Zhenhua said. He looked at the four people of the Zhao family, "Come forward and get the porridge, and then go directly to eat."

Zhao Shicheng was startled, but he quickly realized what he was doing. He quickly kowtowed and thanked him again, "Thank you, Kitchen God."

Liu Zhenhua should feel at ease and enjoy it if he can't change it.

Zhao Shicheng pulled the three brothers and sisters forward. The two women were carrying pickled mustard and the two brothers were carrying white porridge. They walked to the side and gathered around to eat.

Some people were very confused. 33 bowls of white porridge and pickled mustard were just one portion per person, so why did the four members of the Zhao family receive three portions.

Doesn't that mean that some of them will receive more porridge?Or less?

They looked at Liu Zhenhua in front of them and felt a little uneasy.

"Yesterday, Ren Hongli killed the most enemies and got two extra portions of white porridge. Ren Zhuoyue and Yang Lichao killed the second most enemies and got an extra portion of white porridge. The rest of the people holding steel bars each received a portion of white porridge. Come forward and get it."

Liu Zhenhua held the steel bar in his hand and pointed at the white porridge and pickled mustard on the ground with his other hand.

Hearing this, Ren Hongli's raised black face suddenly revealed two rows of white teeth, "Thank you, Master!"

He kowtowed quickly, then stood up. After running to the porridge, Ren Hongli looked at his hands and then at Liu Zhenhua, "Master, I can't handle this porridge by myself. I can ask my father to help." Please help me."

".random."

Fortunately, there is no word Versailles now. Liu Zhenhua just wants to say, won't you run twice more?

"Okay! Dad!" Ren Hongli shouted at the top of his lungs. Ren Fanyi kowtowed and thanked him. He quickly stepped forward and helped Ren Hongli handle it. Counting Ren Fanyi's share, they had to take four bowls. Four plates of white porridge and pickled mustard.

No matter how you come, you have to run more times.

Everyone else thanked him and then divided the porridge.

There are only eight people left who were afraid to move forward yesterday.

The eight of them looked at the five bowls of white porridge and pickled mustard left on the ground, each of them only had half a portion.

Yesterday they had half a portion, but today everyone else had a portion. In contrast, they felt a sense of disparity. Looking at the people standing on the left and right, they suddenly understood something.

"But it's obviously the Stove Lord who said he chose it voluntarily."

They were puzzled, but no one dared to say anything more. If the person serving the porridge was an official, they might still yell, but this is a god!

"You eight, share these four bowls of white porridge and four plates of pickled mustard."

Liu Zhenhua told the final allocation. The people around him looked at this scene. They were not stupid. They witnessed the whole thing yesterday.

"Sure enough, no one likes people who only want to eat but not fuck."

Some people sighed.

"Fortunately, I stood up after some hesitation yesterday, otherwise it would have been half a portion today, and I'm afraid it would have been half a portion every day in the future."

Some people rejoice.

Everyone had mixed emotions, but no one objected. They received the complete white porridge and looked down on those who were afraid and refused to move forward yesterday.

The eight people who had half a portion of white porridge knew it well, and the Kitchen God seemed to have a good idea. Yesterday, he was testing them. Those who stood up not only received magic weapons, but also more white porridge and pickled mustard. Regret filled their hearts.

Eating this white porridge makes me feel a little bitter.

Just because of yesterday's cowardice, they lost too much.

Zhao Shicheng figured out why there were only three portions of white porridge. He was afraid that it would be one for each person. Yesterday, Liu Zhenhua saw that they were hungry and took out one portion in advance.

But he didn't understand why the eight people only had half of it. Zhao Shicheng felt that this was very important. Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, let alone a god. Those eight people must have angered the Kitchen God in some way. He wanted to know in advance to prevent Just like those eight people.

After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't figure it out, so he had no choice but to shamelessly lead the three brothers in front of Yang Lichao, who seemed to be more talkative.

"This has to start from yesterday," Yang Lichao read the book and told his story vividly.

After discovering the bandits yesterday, Liu Zhenhua distributed magical weapons and let everyone choose voluntarily, and then took the initiative to charge and kill them with a mortal body.

The two brothers listened intently, and the two sisters looked at Liu Zhenhua from time to time with their beautiful eyes shining brightly.

Some explanation.

The image of the Stove Lord, who was clear about rewards and punishments, brave and courageous, appeared in the hearts of the two brothers, while the Liu Zhenhua in the hearts of the two sisters was a six-foot-tall man with a dignified appearance and a mortal soul. They had also heard some stories in the storybooks on weekdays.

I saw the fruit of love between an ordinary man and a fairy, but no one said anything about a fairy man and a mortal woman.

"Is this a magical weapon?"

His younger brother Zhao Shigong looked at the shimmering steel bars placed across Yang Lichao's legs with gleaming eyes.

There are five big words written on his face: envy and want to have.

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