A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367: What Kind Of Waste Are You?

Mag's eyes lit up as he looked at the crayfish in the tank. They were twice the size of the normal crayfish, and when he turned them over, their bellies were red. They were the reproductive crayfish that he was looking for.

Furthermore, they should be freshly caught from the sea as they were very active. They were waving their pincers energetically.

Mag counted them diligently. There were a total of 45 crayfish.

Together with the reproductive crayfish that he had collected from the fishermen in the past few days, he now had 62 reproductive crayfish. It had already exceeded the number of reproductive crayfish needed to complete the mission after he negotiated with the system.

“The total is 45. I will send the 5000 mud casings to you as soon as possible when I return in the next few days,” Mag said to Dexter happily. “I already have enough crayfish. Thank you for making this trip.”

“It's our honor to serve you. Lantisde thanks you for your generosity,” Dexter replied with a smile, even though he had sent all the Lantisdeans who could leave the seal to catch the crayfish, including ten 10th-tier powerhouses.

However, receiving 5000 mud casings meant receiving 5000 chances to leave the seal to the Lantisdeans. It was a very worthwhile trade.

“Do you want to come in for a while?”

“No, thank you. Mr. Mag should be resting soon. I will visit you personally in Chaos City again shortly.” Dexter looked at the pajamas Mag was wearing, and bade his farewell with a smile.

Mag was indeed only being courteous. He watched Dexter leave before returning to the restaurant with the huge net.

The crayfish count in his mind had become 62/50, which meant the catching mission was already accomplished. Only the promotion of cooking crayfish and the habits of eating crayfish were left before the crayfish mission was completely accomplished.

The craze of eating crayfish on Carapace Island was in its most heated stage, and its influence was spreading rapidly.

Although the exact progress of the 10 apprentices' culinary skills differed, their progress was good overall. After the final teaching cla.s.s tomorrow, those apprentices who pa.s.sed the test could set up their own crayfish restaurant.

“System, how do we handle these reproductive crayfish?” Mag asked in his mind as he looked at those crayfish which were caught with a lot of effort.

The system had used a chance to use the submarine to exchange one reproductive crayfish from Mag before, so if he could get some goodies from the system with these extra 12 crayfish, it would be much better than just barbecuing them.

“Could the Host please execute the pollution-free treatment for them,” the system answered.

“Uh? Don't you want them?” Mag was a little surprised.

“These crayfish which left the crayfish farm are no longer pure. They could have contracted some unknown viruses and foreign parasites. This system will not take them back,” the system answered.

“Then we have to eat to execute the pollution-free treatment.” Mag sighed. It seemed like it was almost impossible to get a sum of money from the system.

“At the same time, in order to answer the call of G.o.d and cultivate the Host's environmental awareness, this System decided to implement waste sorting on the Host from today onward. The Host will have to sort the waste before throwing them. Otherwise, this System wouldn't accept it, and would fine the Host.”

“???” Mag was stunned.

Mag wasn't unfamiliar with waste sorting, since he had studied overseas for several years. But the system had never given him such an exaggerated request before. It had indeed astonished him by answering the call right now.

It was really a little weird to do waste sorting in this world where even the plastic bags didn't exist.

“System, what kind of waste are you?”

“How… would this System know?!”

“Alright. Let me test you since you want to implement waste sorting.” Mag curled his lips.

“Ha. This system has already studied G.o.d's instructions in depth,” the system answered confidently.

“How many types of waste cla.s.sification are there?”

“Recyclable garbage, hazardous garbage, wet garbage, and dry garbage.”

“Then, what kind of waste is dried nuts?”

“Dry garbage?”

“Wrong. It's wet garbage. Question: what kind of waste is glue?”

“It's definitely wet garbage!” the system replied with conviction.

“Wrong again. It's dry garbage. Question: what kind of waste are jerky, jujube, and flour, respectively?”

“Dry garbage, dry garbage, dry garbage!”

“Wrong. They're all wet garbage.” Mag shook his head and smirked. “Perishable bioma.s.s and domestic waste are all wet garbage. System, didn't you study in depth? Given your qualification, I think we'd better put everything together, or else it could cause secondary pollution easily if it was processed haphazardly.”

“No. This is just a small mistake. This System must strictly enforce the requirements of garbage cla.s.sification,” the system refused. “Ask me again.”

“Alright. Then, I will ask you one last question. Now, I have a plastic bowl which contains several-day-old leftover food and rat poison. I am about to throw them away after poisoning the rats. So, how should I handle and cla.s.sify them during disposition?”

“Screech…”

A series of static sounds appeared in Mag's mind, and the system's interface in his mind became blue as lines of meaningless numbers flowed across it.

“Although the waste cla.s.sification is going to benefit generations, its execution still has a long way to go.” Mag sighed, and didn't bother with the system which had crashed. He tossed the rest of the crayfish into the kitchen's tank. The reproductive crayfish tasted even better than the normal crayfish. He was going to save them up for personal use since they weren't easily caught.

The landing operation conducted by the abyss demons on Flaming Island had encountered very strong resistance. Tens of thousands of abyss demon riders charged onto Flaming Island, tearing into the flaming demons' defense lines again and again. However, they were all stopped, and roasted pigs were left on the ground everywhere.

The sun began to rise up from the sea's horizon at dawn. The abyss demons who had fought through the night finally heard the horn for retreat.

The fireb.a.l.l.s that were shot out from Flaming Island became spa.r.s.e too. The equally tired flaming demons didn't pursue the abyss demons.

Both parties hadn't prepared sufficiently for this battle that had broken out suddenly, yet they had conducted an extremely horrifying battle through the night. Bodies were strewn all over the areas where landing could be conducted.

None of the tribes had antic.i.p.ated this sudden conflict, and it broke the peace before the species' peace renegotiation. One had to know that Alfred and Simmons had still been drinking together happily when they gathered under the abyss a few days ago.

Of course, they, too, hadn't antic.i.p.ated that they would be swept into this conflict so easily, because all the demon diplomats that they had sent out to observe the battle on location didn't return.

This matter wasn't huge, but it also wasn't small, either.

However, no matter what, it still concerned the reputation of a tribe, so all the tribes couldn't pretend that it hadn't happened. Hence, they all sent solemn letters of inquiry to the abyss demons and the flaming demons.

“It's another day of fine weather.” Mag drew open the curtains, and the sun shone on the gentle smile on his face. They should be able to return to Chaos City in two days at most. He wondered how Miya and the gang were doing.