Becoming a god by raising witches

That's right, she wasn't wearing shoes. There was no charcoal fire or fireplace in the room, and no floor heating.

Although she didn't know why the witch didn't reject him, who didn't have a chef's diploma, like other restaurants and families, but instead let him pass the preliminary test and enter the second test.

But Locke must cherish this opportunity, this chance to change his destiny!

The people outside left dejectedly, not knowing which lucky person had been selected. They had no time to complain; they had to hurry to the next interview location or a relief center to find their next meal.

Locke walked into the kitchen and saw a kitchen that was three times the size of his rented apartment, as well as a variety of exquisite kitchen utensils.

Even if Eileen isn't a witch, she's definitely a rich woman.

The shelves are filled with a variety of fresh ingredients, including lamb, fresh beef, chicken, potatoes, peas, onions, tomatoes, and more. The seasonings are also plentiful, including pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and even less common chili peppers!

Locke took a deep breath, intending to unleash his special skill and amaze the witch before him!

"My esteemed Miss Eileen, may I improvise?"

Locke asked tentatively.

Eileen nodded. "Okay."

"Thank you for your generosity."

We only have one chance, so we absolutely cannot mess it up.

Judging from the witch's clothes, you can tell that her daily diet must be quite good; steak and lamb chops are definitely her everyday meals.

The best way to win her favor is to make dishes she has never eaten before. The novelty will not only increase her appetite but also improve her evaluation of the dishes, just like when I first ate seafood.

Locke decides to create Eastern cuisine, hoping to win over the witch in front of him with his skills from his previous life. Of course, he must also make appropriate modifications to suit local flavors, as not everyone can accept the original taste.

Looking at the chicken on the shelf and the chili peppers he hadn't seen in years, a feeling of excitement welled up in Locke's heart.

Spicy chicken, you're the one! Although it's a bit risky, he trusts Hannah.

He once made a simplified, improved version of spicy chicken for Hannah to try, and it received very high praise.

Locke first washed the dirt off his hands, then quietly looked at the ingredients for 10 seconds before his gaze became serious.

He washed the chicken, picked up a cleaver, carefully cut the chicken into small cubes, and gently placed them in a bowl. He couldn't afford to be careless with this precious ingredient. Then he marinated it with salt and cooking wine, and then fried it in oil until it was set.

Place a pot over heat and heat the ingredients until they reach 70% of their maximum temperature. Add the diced chicken and stir-fry until cooked through. Drain and set aside.

Leave some oil in the wok and heat it up. Add chili sauce and stir-fry until it turns brownish-red. Add Sichuan peppercorns and stir-fry until fragrant. Add the chicken, cooking wine, and stir well. Add salt, MSG, pepper, sugar, and vinegar. Add chicken broth and stir-fry until the chicken pieces are tender.

To make it sweeter, the proportion of white sugar is doubled, which not only reduces the spiciness but also makes it more palatable to Westerners.

When the sauce has reduced, add the onions, toss to combine, and remove from heat.

The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed countless times in my mind, with not a single flaw in the details.

Locke was as if he were taking the most rigorous civil service exam, doing every step to the extreme.

Just as a bead of sweat slid gently down his forehead, the dish was finished being prepared.

He picked up the silver fork beside him, took a piece of chicken, and put it in his mouth. He savored the taste, finding it even better than the simplified version of spicy chicken he had made for Hannah last time.

It has a mild spiciness, a rich aroma, a soft and chewy texture, and a golden color.

He nodded slightly, plated the delicious spicy chicken, and respectfully handed it to Miss Eileen.

[The host has successfully prepared delicious spicy chicken.]

[99.99% success rate in feeding]

Eileen watched the whole thing from the sidelines and found that the boy was indeed quite capable.

But the dish he made was strange; why didn't he use pepper and cloves? Why did he use chili sauce as a seasoning?

Why not coat the chicken in flour and deep-fry it, then coat it in breadcrumbs, or simply roast it? Why stir-fry it repeatedly?

Smelling the rich aroma of the spicy chicken, Eileen suppressed her inner grumbling, picked up her silver knife and fork, gently poked a piece, and put it in her mouth.

Eileen's fair face turned red.

The first time I experienced this spiciness, it felt like my mouth was on fire.

However, the delicious taste that followed completely won her over.

She was panting heavily as she endured the spiciness, eating the second and third pieces, and finally taking the whole plate.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Randomly acquire one of the witch's abilities]

[Retrieving data...]

[Life Insight: Seeing the Lifespan of Everyone]

[The Path to Advancement: Change the fate of 1000 people, and upgrade to mastery of life]

[Life Control: Can easily alter the lifespan of others, but must adhere to the principle of equivalence. One person's lifespan is transferred to another, neither more nor less. This ability can only be used three times a year, otherwise, it will backfire.]

Chapter 2, Countdown to Life

Locke was thrilled; this was the first time he had successfully fed a real witch since he had transmigrated to this world!

This is also the first time the system has reported my superpowers!

And the ability to "spy on life" sounds amazing.

Although his original intention was to acquire the ability to alleviate his family's poverty.

Hannah lost her job, and debt collectors kept coming to their door to collect debts. Now the siblings are living in dire straits. Like him, Hannah goes out to look for work before dawn, with only a dry, shriveled piece of black bread in her arms.

If I had a superpower like "Friend of Money" to improve our economic situation, my sister Hannah wouldn't have to work so hard.

The witch Irene was still immersed in the novelty of the spiciness and the joy of the food, ignoring the boy staring intently at the top of her head.

Locke saw a red line slowly appear about 3 centimeters above Eileen's head.

Knuckle size.

24 hours.

one day.

In other words, this witch will die within a day!

How could the witch I finally found have such a short life?!

She definitely has many more superpowers that haven't been revealed yet!

Locke immediately came up with two solutions.

Option A: Save this fair-skinned and beautiful witch and make her your perpetual motion machine. Not only can you continue to exploit her by feeding her, but you can also receive a salary from her.

Plan B: Make sure to cook her several meals within 24 hours and take advantage of the limited time available.

Option A was too difficult for Locke. He had only just met Miss Eileen and had no idea what terrifying being she had offended that would cause her to die within 24 hours.

Besides, he's just an ordinary person now.

Option B is relatively easier, and I can leave four hours before she dies, so even if she encounters any trouble, she shouldn't bother me.

Be careful, only work today, and don't come tomorrow.

Locke, a time traveler, cherished his life and would not joke about his fragile existence.

With this in mind, Locke politely inquired,

"Miss Eileen, may I use the restroom?"

"Go out, turn left, then turn right, and it's the third shop."

The silver-haired, blue-eyed witch spoke, her lips swollen from the spiciness.

"Thank you, Miss Eileen."

Locke quickly went to the washroom, not to use the toilet, but to see if he could check his health bar.

A red line appeared above Locke's head in the mirror.

Knuckle size.

24 hours.

one day.

"???"

Locke rubbed his eyes and carefully checked the length of the life bar.

In any case, there are only 24 hours.

In other words, the day after tomorrow next year will be the day Hannah will hold a white rose and go to her grave to pay her respects.

What a joke!

The cheater's life has only just begun, is it already over?!

Or is this ridiculous superpower that makes everyone's health bar appear so short?

To verify his hypothesis, Locke rushed out of the bathroom, out of the apartment building, and onto the street to see the world.

On the gray streets, crowds of people come and go, and the dense red lifelines rise and fall like the tide as the crowd moves.