Xiao Dai Zhao

[Dimension Exploration] + [Management] + [Urban Legends] + [Comedy] + [Meat Pigeon] + [I'm Surrounded by Beauties]
The renowned sharp-tongued food critic Tang Rijie had already wolfed down three large bowls of rice, sweating profusely, yet he stubbornly maintained his stance.
"I admit the dishes in your restaurant are all delicious, and the appearance, scent, and taste can be considered perfect, but I must say, I didn't taste any soul in these dishes! And the soul is the key to determining the success or failure of a dish!"
Ma Lu's expression remained unchanged, "It's just a soul you want, right? Just wait."
Having said that, he walked into the kitchen, took out two souls from the freezer, and stuffed them into the blender.
10 minutes later, a steaming plate of dumplings was placed in front of Tang Rijie.
"Hello, sir, here is the soul you asked for, all wrapped inside."

Universe Infinite Canteen

"He can't, he doesn't even have a computer."


"He can!!!" Mushroom-head insisted, his neck stiff and his face beet red.


"Fine, you win. Which ward is the Big Writer in?" Ma Lu asked again.


"Which Big Writer are you asking about?" Mushroom-head was puzzled. "I know many Big Writers, such as Lev Tolstoy, Dazhongma, He Zhizhang, Yu Xuanji, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie..."


"Ao Shaobao is Batulu, not a Big Writer."


Fortunately at that moment, a mental girl with tattoos all over her neck and a lip ring passed by.


"If you're looking for Zheng Qian, go to the room at the end of the corridor on the right. He spends all his time there, except for meals and using the restroom."


"We're not looking for Zheng Qian," said Ma Lu, "We're looking for the Big Writer."


"Zheng Qian is the Big Writer. It's a nickname the people here gave him because he always believed he would become a Big Writer one day.


Chapter 618 Reviewing the Manuscript