As soon as the vehicle stopped, Merle impatiently got out.
"You said you killed over a hundred Walkers?"
"I think seeing it with my own eyes would be more convincing."
Merle flicked out his sleeve knife and raised his chin at Tallahassee.
Tallahassee raised his eyebrows and silently pulled nunchaku from his pocket; the two of them plunged into the 711 at the gas station, and their mutual taunts could still be faintly heard.
Columbus leaned towards Shawn: "Hey, sir, I just wanted to say, thank you again for being willing to give us a ride."
As he spoke, Columbus carefully glanced at the Crescent Blade Shawn was holding in his hand.
The weapons that Tallahassee and Merle were constantly arguing about were truly insignificant compared to this one.
"It's just on the way," Shawn didn't state the reason directly, only pointed him in the direction of the convenience store.
"Bring a flashlight and see if there's a portable stove; we'll need it for dinner later."
Columbus quickly agreed and followed them into the 711.
Daryl came to Shawn's side, his gaze fixed on Columbus's retreating figure until he saw him enter, then he spoke in a voice only they could hear.
"Is there anything special about them?"
Daryl didn't understand why Shawn would let these two get in the car.
Given Shawn's personality, even if he didn't casually kill them, he would have ignored them and driven past, right?
Shawn looked at him and gently placed his hand on Daryl's shoulder.
"You must learn to be accepting, our Hunter."
"In the future, there will only be more and more people belonging to the Prison; instead of locking everyone in a cell for observation, it's better to start screening now."
"Believe me, the help they can provide in the future is more than you imagine."
Daryl nodded, half-understanding.
After they chatted for a while, Shawn went into the nearby jungle and found some broken stones and wood on the spot.
Before the few of them came out of the 711, Shawn had already built a bonfire.
The bonfire cast an orange glow two to three meters around, and the sound of 'Experience +75' occasionally came from his ears.
Presumably, Merle and Tallahassee were clearing the Walkers in the 711.
Shawn glanced at his experience—Lv50 (37%).
In the distance, Columbus ran over, holding a portable stove and three cans.
"I found a portable stove in the lounge, but most of the gas in the cans is almost used up; these three cans should only be enough for us to get through tonight."
Columbus carefully attached the cans and explained.
"Something is better than nothing, don't look so down; I'm treating you to a feast today." Shawn took out the food he brought and the butchered bear meat.
He put the butter Daryl found from the 711 into the pot, and while the butter was melting, Shawn opened his skill panel.
'I remember… there seemed to be a skill related to cooking; found it!'
Under the Strength Sequence, Shawn found a skill called 'Master Chef'.
Master Chef: Learn how to become a master chef.
Effect: Improve skill, reduce cooking time, reduce material consumption.
This skill was a life skill, with only three levels in total, meaning that within these three levels, Shawn could possess the skills of a top chef.
Shawn spent 1 skill point and leveled it up once.
(Bachelor) Level 1/3, you have begun to learn cooking; to become a master chef, you cannot abandon the basics; you now have a thorough understanding of basic cooking knowledge.
Your cooking speed is increased by 40%, and your ingredient usage is reduced by 20%.
Strength Sequence Master Chef Level 1/3
The moment he leveled up the skill, Shawn felt his consciousness suddenly clear, and he knew exactly what to do next.
The butter fat kept jumping in the cast iron pot, making a sizzling sound.
Smelling the milky aroma from his nose, Shawn skillfully cut the bear meat into thick, small pieces again.
"Perhaps you should find me some more wine and honey."
"Coming right up, I just saw some when I went in."
Columbus re-entered the 711, and Shawn then put the cut meat slices into the pot; he wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed that after the meat slices were put into the pot and coated with butter, they suddenly became slightly larger.
When more is eaten, the consumption of materials naturally decreases.
'Is this a manifestation of reduced usage after combining with reality?'
Watching the changes in the meat slices, Shawn pondered silently.
In terms of life skills… this was quite new to Shawn, as it was his first time adding points.
But it was this first time adding points that made Shawn realize the treasure he had previously overlooked.
If this skill were leveled up to the highest Lv3, would it mean that the Prison's existing food materials could last longer?
If the effects in relevant magazines could also be so magical.
Then, if Shawn only cultivated culinary talents, could he combine it with Southern Planting to form a sustainable food development for the Prison?
"Hiss--"
Shawn took a deep breath, thinking of this possibility.
These seemingly insignificant and unimportant skills are crucial for future development!
The highest level of 'Master Chef' can even save 40% of food materials and increase cooking speed by 80%.
In this way, even if the future Prison has tens of thousands of people, there will be no problems with food.
If Southern Planting is front-end income generation, then 'Master Chef' is back-end consumption reduction for food.
Combined, the two can almost solve all food-related problems.
Not only does it meet consumption, but it can also store more food for backup through continuous harvesting and cooking savings.
"These two skills combined are simply the 'apocalypse version' of hybrid rice."
Shawn said with a sigh.
It was at this moment that Columbus walked out with two small bottles, followed by the others.
Shawn took the red wine and honey, looked at the two defiant Merle, and asked curiously.
"Finished cleaning? Who won?"
Although Merle usually acted without method, he was definitely a good hand at killing Walkers.
Tallahassee was needless to say; he couldn't wait to find Walkers to kill every day he woke up, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't kill Walkers for a day.
Shawn was quite looking forward to these two going against each other.
"It's all that idiot's fault; he suddenly barged in, otherwise the last one should have been killed by me."
Merle retracted his sleeve knife, glanced at Columbus, and responded unhappily.
But compared to Merle, Tallahassee seemed much more cheerful.
"Haha, whoever kills it, it counts as theirs."
After speaking, Tallahassee wrapped his arm around Columbus's shoulder and triumphantly kissed him fiercely.
This made Columbus constantly wipe the saliva from his cheek, muttering incessantly.
Daryl sat down beside Shawn and quietly said, "Boring."
But his gaze remained fixed on the meat slices in the cast iron pot.
The butter seemed to dye the meat slices golden, and the milky aroma made one swallow saliva.
But with Shawn's third flip, the meat slices gradually took on a 'caramel' color.
He mixed red wine and honey in proportion, forming a deep red, amber-like sauce, and poured it over.
The sauce spread along the delicate texture of the meat slices, intertwining with the butter and the smell of firewood from the nearby bonfire, gradually forming a rare delicacy in the apocalypse.
'Although the skill is only introductory, with these seasonings, it won't be bad'
Shawn nodded in satisfaction.
With a cry of 'Dinner time', a scene comparable to 'Walkers unleashed' was unfolding.
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