Chapter 1401: The Correct Posture To Choose A Durian
“Haha. You don’t have a weiner,” Mag replied with a smirk.
“This System doesn’t need something like that to be a system.”
“Haha. I bet a eunuch consoles himself like that too.”
“Host, please respect this System!” the system said sternly.
“You don’t have it, while I have it. Hence, this is the perfect proof that I am your father.” Mag smiled.
“…”
Mag went downstairs to clear up the mess left behind by the two drunk women before going upstairs to wash up. He then lay on the bed, and took out the Photostone to have a look.
The little black hut, whip, candle…
Oh dear. Mag only realized he took out the wrong photostone after watching it halfway. He kept that “nasty” photostone, and took out the other one, in which Camilla was happily eating the lettuce in her hand and nodding her head with satisfaction. The picture was very clear, and her expression was very on point. It was indeed a worthwhile souvenir.
If Camilla had really become a Vampire Ancestor many years later, Mag could give her this Photostone as a present.
Her first grass-eating experience.
After keeping the photostone away, Mag closed his eyes to calm down for a moment before clicking on the durian pizza experience bag.
Mag’s attitude toward durians was accepting, but not really being a fan of it.
The durian had a unique scent that was incredibly stinky and intolerable to many people.
However, after one accepted the scent and tasted the durian itself, most people would be amazed by that astonishing texture and taste.
This experience was rather similar to the stinky tofu.
The combination of pizza and durian should be rather new as he couldn’t remember if he had ever criticized durian pizza before. Why did the system reward him with its recipe?
Tons of information flooded his brain, and he obtained the skills of a top pizza chef within a short period of time.
“I wonder, will Amy like this?” Mag murmured. It wasn’t easy to obtain this recipe, so there was no way he would put it aside. It looked rather easy, so the rest of the time could be used to fortify his strength.
Mag concentrated hard, and then pushed open the test field for the God of Cookery. He felt nothing under his feet, and fell straight into a pile of durians. The spikes of the durians made Mag leap up high into the air. He then landed onto the spikes again with his naked feet. He was, in fact, dancing a waltz on the pile of durians.
“Holy f*ck!”
Mag couldn’t help swearing as he tried his best to locate an empty space at the edge and stood on one leg. He roared, “System, are you trying to murder your father?”
“The most important step of making a durian pizza is to choose a durian of excellent quality. The quality of the durians dictates the quality of the durian pizza. Hence, in order to let the host understand how to choose a good durian, this System has prepared 10,000 durians of varying quality for the Host to select. Only 50 of them are able to meet the standard of use. Could the Host please pick up at least 10 excellent durians out of them?” The system’s voice sounded.
Picking 10 out 10,000, with 50 correct answers.
Mag stared at all the durians on the ground as 10,000 alpacas[1] ran across his heart.
He was almost sure that the system was taking revenge for its private grudge.
However, the system became completely silent after it finished speaking.
Mag had already received the methods of choosing durians in the information that he had received previously, and it didn’t seem to be very difficult.
Choosing durians in simplified terms was to look first, smell second, and press lastly.
Look: it was to see if the durian was round and supple in shape. Also, was the color bright and the size not too small?
Smell: it was the scent of the durian from its naturally open gap. The ripe durians usually had a rich and enticing aroma.
Press: it was to press two neighboring spikes on the durian shell together and see if one could easily press them close together. A ripe durian would have a soft shell.
Was it easy?
It sure looked very easy.
But you wouldn’t think that when you were facing 10,000 durians.
Mag took a look around him. This was an enclosed space. Just like in his previous missions, he wouldn’t be able to get out if he didn’t complete the mission.
“Alright, it’s just selecting 10 durians. It’s no big deal.” Mag brought the durian at his feet to his face. Half of the durian was sunken in, so he tossed it to a corner straightaway.
Durian selecting was a tough job. He was pricked by the spikes and trapped in a completely enclosed space with 10,000 durians; the smell was almost suffocating.
If a durian lover was trapped here, he would probably faint with happiness.
Mag ruled out more than half of the durians with the observation method. Then, he began to press the spikes together, and ruled out all those durians that were too soft or too hard.
Mag had no idea how much time had passed when there were finally just about 500 durians left in front of him. They were all big and supple. In the corner behind, there was already a big pile of durians, and some were even smashed onto the wall.
“Alright, now let me smell you little devils. Which one of you is suitable?” Mag picked up a durian randomly and smelled it. The aroma was very rich, and it was the scent of a mature durian.
“Pass?” Mag frowned. Wasn’t it too easy when any durian that he randomly picked up passed? After a moment of hesitation, Mag moved the durian in his hands to the pending area.
Then, he picked up a second durian.
This durian smelled even better than the previous one, with a tinge of sweetness in the aroma. However, there wasn’t a very obvious difference. He had no idea which one would taste better after they were opened up.
“Pending.” Mag placed that durian in the pending area too before picking up the third durian.
“Pending.”
“Pending…”
Mag went one round and placed 499 durians in the pending area while eliminating one durian.
“Haha.” Mag stared at those durians in the pending area and smirked. There wasn’t any f*cking difference at all, okay!
How was he going to differentiate between a stronger scent, lighter scent, grassy scent… in such a small space where there were 10,000 durians? The scent was overwhelming, and he was not Connie!
After taking a moment to ponder life, Mag suddenly realized something, and asked, “System, the durians that you supplied to me are the best, right?”
“Of course, the durians provided by this System all came from the Durian Islands in the Boundless Sea Realm, where the land is fertile and there is plenty of sunshine. The durians there are way better than the Musang King durians. They are all allowed to mature and fall off the trees in their own time, and all the durians have gone through many selection procedures to select the best and then delivered to the Host,” the system replied confidently.
“Then why the hell are you still asking me to choose here?”
Mag rolled his eyes as he considered tearing this system apart.
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