Becoming a god by raising witches

You can then ignore the amplified voices of those around you.

The black cat was breathing steadily and evenly, and its heart rate was 130 beats per minute, which was very healthy.

Locke returned home and began preparing dinner; he planned to make a beef offal hot pot.

Of course, some minor adjustments will be made to suit the Western tastes of Ms. Hannah and Ms. Eileen.

Hannah was humming a little tune and was in a very good mood.

"Hannah, what's making you so happy?"

"I've already written the news today and submitted it to the biggest newspaper, the Tumen Times. I believe I'll be back in journalism soon, and then our family's life will get better."

Hannah said excitedly, clenching her fist in a victory pose, her eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the future.

Locke was happy for her too. "That's wonderful. To celebrate, we'll have beef offal hot pot tonight."

"What pot?"

Hannah looked surprised.

"Hot pot, you'll see in a bit."

Locke began preparing the ingredients, sorting and washing the beef bones, reserving the pork bones to make broth for the evening, and putting the other bones into a pot to cook directly.

The internal organs of the cow, such as lungs, tripe, intestines, small intestines, and spleen, must also be thoroughly cleaned.

The most important part of making hot pot is actually the broth.

Locke began to concentrate on preparing the broth, while the black cat watched intently from his shoulder.

Her eyes were full of disdain.

I don't understand how these things can be ingested.

Only after Locke prepared a pot of fragrant and spicy hot pot did Eileen stop looking at him with disdain.

"Hannah, put the brazier on the table."

Locke had finished all the preparations, and now it was time to enjoy the delicious meal.

"How can you put a brazier on a table?"

Hannah asked, puzzled.

"This is a necessary condition for hot pot."

Despite Locke's explanation, Hannah still couldn't understand.

But trusting her younger brother, she still placed the brazier on the table.

Locke carried the pot out of the kitchen and into the small living room, where he placed it on the brazier on the dining table.

Then, sliced ​​beef offal was brought out one after another.

The two people and the cat were drenched in sweat after eating this hot pot.

Neither Eileen nor Hannah had ever imagined that cow offal would taste so delicious.

And eating hot pot in winter is a great way to warm up your whole body.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Witch favorability +1]

[Witch Irene Mostia's current favorability rating: 16/100]

Hannah believes this way of eating should be promoted so that people in the West End know about it.

"Locke, how much did this meal cost?"

"If it's just ingredients and charcoal, it won't exceed 10 grams at most."

Locke said with a smile.

"This is way too cheap!"

Hannah, who was quite full, couldn't believe that such delicious food had only taken 10 grams.

Locke nodded.

"But if you factor in my time, it will take at least 100 meters."

Hannah ignored Locke's words.

"When I return to journalism, I can apply for a food column for you, and write about your delicious and inexpensive dishes in the newspaper so that everyone in the West End can eat cheap meat."

"Hannah, if everyone knows and starts buying offal, the price of offal will go up, and then we'll never be able to eat such delicious 10-mic hotpot again."

Locke reminded him.

Hannah paused for a moment, then realized that her brother's words made a lot of sense.

"Then let's wait until we have enough capital and open our own shop."

"Well, but I can't guarantee that everyone will like this taste. You and Xiao Ai are among those whose tastes are similar to mine."

Locke stroked his chin, carefully considering the feasibility of this matter. In addition to applying for a catering license from the Kingdom's Food Bureau, proof of fixed assets would also be required.

Although a 20-year lease agreement can be used as proof of fixed assets, the siblings currently live in an apartment with a one-year lease, so it's impossible for them to produce a 20-year lease agreement.

Opening a restaurant in the Kingdom of Tumen is a very troublesome matter, which is why Locke has been persistently going for restaurant interviews.

At this moment, the two investigators who were secretly observing exchanged a glance.

Does our Bureau of Paranormal Investigations hire chefs?

"Angela, remember our mission, and do you really want to eat those filthy entrails?"

They look delicious.

Angela licked her lips.

Dimo also swallowed.

"Why don't we go get something to eat first? Anyway, he can't escape."

"Yeah, I'll have the mosquitoes keep an eye on him."

Angela stretched out her hand, and a mosquito that had been resting on her hand flew up, heading towards the Locke family's glass window in the dim light.

After finishing her meal, Hannah took the initiative to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.

Locke walked to the window and casually crushed a fat, large mosquito.

"It's so fat, it must have sucked a lot of blood."

Because he was focused on listening to Hannah, Locke didn't hear the two investigators' conversation and therefore didn't know that the mosquito was the female investigator Angela's little brother.

He thought he had just killed an ordinary mosquito.

The black cat held its head high with its black tail curled upwards, walked gracefully on the windowsill, found a comfortable spot, and curled up in a circle.

"Locke, you've just gotten yourself into trouble."

"Getting into trouble?"

Locke looked at the black cat, puzzled.

The black cat yawned lazily.

"The Bureau of Anomalies has an anomaly that can control the surrounding insects to monitor targets. This anomaly strengthens the emotional bond between the surrounding insects, turning them into family-like relationships. If one of them dies, the other insects will avenge it."

"Uh, wait, Xiao Ai, you're not talking about the one I just crushed, are you?"

Locke asked suspiciously.

Black Cat Eileen nodded.

Locke noticed that a swarm of bees, mosquitoes, butterflies, moths, flies, and ladybugs had flown in through the glass window.

I could hear a rustling sound; it was cockroaches from the apartment building all swarming over here.

He swallowed hard and released his grip.

A dead mosquito slowly fell onto the windowsill, its eyes still seeming to hold resentment.

Chapter 27, Dangerous Situation

Seeing the swarms of insects approaching, Locke's trypophobia was about to flare up.

He immediately closed the window, and before cockroaches and mosquitoes could swarm him, he put on his coat, wrapped his head in a scarf, and rushed out of the apartment, carrying the witch who had transformed into a black cat in his arms.

Eileen looked at him suspiciously, never expecting that he would know to carry her to safety at such a critical moment, proving that their relationship as master and servant was not in vain.

Wait, why didn't he invite Hannah?

Eileen's eyes gradually narrowed.

As Locke sprinted away from Old Tom's apartment, cockroaches, ants, and spiders rushed out after him, forming a swarm of insects like a python.

Locke dared not look back and ran for his life.

At this moment, the air force, consisting of bees, butterflies, moths, mosquitoes, and flies, had gathered, forming a black net to surround Locke.

To be honest, Locke was indeed a little panicked, which was why he fled the apartment—he was afraid of implicating Hannah.