Cyberpunk: 2075

"You have a long face today."

In Oliver’s apartment, Carl teased Oliver: “Driving all the way, saluting all the way, if you didn’t know better, you would think we were the new President of the United States traveling.

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"Why didn't you say it was Saburo Arasaka?"

“Then we’ll just see bow after bow after bow.”

"You are hanging with three bows."

Oliver smiled and threw a washed and peeled potato to Karl who was standing next to the pot: "Peel it and pick it up."

"Be careful, this is a whole potato, not potato starch."

Karl took over the potatoes. Potatoes are not expensive. Like pure wheat, they are the main source of starch eaten by people in Night City. However, the potato dishes in Night City are all made of potato starch produced by the company. They are whole pieces. Potatoes are still rare in Night City, and they have to be bought at a special price. Oliver throws them away so casually, and it would be troublesome to wash them if they get dirty on the ground.

"So what are you going to do?"

Jack was also peeling potatoes beside him: "I see there is also ginger, stir-fried shredded potatoes with shredded ginger. I saw this kind of cuisine when I read your cookbook."

"What you're looking at is definitely a whole person's meal."

Karl popped out the monomolecular wire, thought about how he had killed someone with it today, then put it back, took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen utensils next to the stove in front of him, and began to cut potatoes: "V is here today, I Thinking about wanderers in the wilderness, they must be running around in the sand and sweat all day long, so I wanted to make a dish with rich flavors. "

"You don't have to serve me anything special, I can eat anything."

V was sitting on the sofa in the room, a little embarrassed to be treated so warmly. He saw that Karl and the others had brought out real meat and vegetables. Although it is not impossible to eat real meat in the tribe, like some roasted snacks. Lizard meat skewers and the like are sometimes tasked with transporting real meat, but those are only a few, and he also knows that,

Compared with the preciousness in the bad land, the real meat in the city is more precious. I feel a little sorry to be entertained by Karl and the others at such a high price.

V said: "I often eat vegetarian canned tuna and canned pineapple pizza in the Badlands. I don't have high requirements for food."

Regarding V's behavior of trying to express that he can eat anything, it is obvious that the strange pizza in his words attracted the attention of the three cooks.

"In your bad land, you can only eat pizza from cans and make this kind of weird pizza?"

Jack, a Night City native who likes spicy pepperoni pizza, had some difficulty understanding the strange pizza in V's mouth.

"When I'm running a job outside, sometimes I drive for days and nights, and I can only eat canned food."

V said, and in turn recommended it to Jack: "I can make it for you to try when I have time. It's delicious Jack."

"Then we'd better not get caught by the NCPD. After all, this is already breaking the law."

Karl said, finishing cutting into pieces, and then he looked at the pork next to him that he had covered with the pot lid. A series of processes had been completed and the pork was being stewed in seasonings. He counted the time and found that it had already been fifteen minutes. This time , the pork has begun to become soft.

The final product must be soft and rotten.

Turn off the heat, open the lid, pour the chopped potatoes into the pot with the seasonings, then turn the heat back on and continue simmering.

"It'll be ready to eat in about five minutes. Potato stew. Although I think beef should go better with it, it's okay."

After arriving in Night City, Karl rarely cooks many dishes. First, except for the main real meat dishes, other dishes can be taken out. Second, he is lazy. Today's full pot of potato stew is already a meal that he has worked extremely hard to cook. It worked.

"Oh, the aroma is wafting out."

Jack came over and smelled the fragrance coming out of his vents: "I feel like I can eat a lot today."

"Don't worry, it's enough to eat. If you can finish it today Jack, you'll be considered awesome. If Misty, Mrs. Wells, and Lao Wei hadn't all said they've already eaten, I would have made more."

Karl said, wiped his hands with the towel next to the stove, walked to V and collapsed on the sofa: "I'm exhausted. It's up to you to make the next step. T-BUG will be here in a minute, takeout. We’re on the way too. We’ll have a good meal in a minute. I’ve been hungry all day.”

"Why are you tired? Today, we are fighting the Savage King of the Animal Gang and the Voodoo Gang head-on.

You didn't even drive the car. "

In response to Oliver's complaints, Carl only gave a middle finger in reply.

"I'm not cooking right now, right? Are you talking in human language?'

"We chopped the ribs into pieces and peeled the potatoes. You just threw the seasonings into the pot and cut the potatoes. Why are you tired?"

"People who don't cook always question the fatigue of those who cook. I'm already very tired just thinking about cooking plans, and you just need to follow my instructions."

Carl's words were the only two middle fingers that Oliver and Jack exchanged tacitly.

Lying down, Karl was about to chat with V about whether his staple food was rice, noodles, bread, or pizza, when he sent a private message.

Among the people Karl knew, there were not many people who could hide the communication channel, know his number, and call him for private communication. In total, there was only one person.

I didn't take the initiative to contact him, so the salary of 100,000 yuan would not be less.

Muttering silently in his heart, Karl answered the conversation from a certain eldest lady.

"Good evening, Carl."

As soon as the call was connected, Carl heard the pleasant voice from the other end. Judging from the relaxed tone of the conversation, the middle-aged bodyguard next to him who was in a period of melancholy should not be there.

"Good evening, Haruko."

Carl looked at the sky outside the window. Since the meeting on the top floor of Xibi Building, Haruko always took the initiative to call him in the morning or evening. It was not strange to receive a call.

Anyway, it was just a normal chat.

Carl was very idle and had time to chat with her.

Talk about the weather, tea art, books, and occasionally history. Chatting with someone with a considerable knowledge reserve was also a kind of relaxation for Carl.

However, Haruko came to Carl today for something. After the two of them said a few words of greeting, Haruko spoke:

"Are you free tomorrow? I would like to invite you to come to the North Oak District. My house has been arranged. I want you to come and see the security situation...:. You have experience in breaking through security."

She was talking about Fujiwara Yoshinaga's trip.

Although Carl remembered that Mr. Kenichi Shiro was there, after all, Mr. Kenichi Shiro did not make a move. It was indeed his solo breakthrough, so it was natural for Haruko to ask him to come and have a look.

Carl listened to Haruko's words and thought about tomorrow's arrangements.

It seemed that there was really nothing to do...:

Then tomorrow...

When Carl was about to say something, Haruko's next sentence came: "Also, I would like to ask you to taste the ripe oranges that I planted in Japan and have now sent over in pairs."

Oranges? !

Carl was very careful about the choice of words. Haruko's words were in Chinese. In Chinese, a plant often represents a small plant, and the orange tree described by a plant.

Could it be that it was a specially trimmed and cultivated orange tree with a small tree but very sweet fruit?

Carl had never eaten real fruit since he came to this era.

No need to hesitate.

"I will go tomorrow."