Chapter 35 - 10 This Game’s Chairs Can Be Sat On, The Food Isn’t Just Textures!_4
[The assassin can’t be Brother Ni: Awesome, right? If it weren’t for the game time being up, I really wouldn’t want to wake up, just let me sleep forever in ancestral memory synchronization, amen.]
[Brother Dao: I saw screenshots of you guys eating pancakes in the game, was it just a cutscene or what?]
[Potato with No Neck: It wasn’t a cutscene. We actually tasted the pancakes, they were spicy, sweet, and salty. The beer had flavor too, but it didn’t have the intoxicating effect of alcohol. A whole bottle and not even a slight buzz.]
[Wildman Punch: Speaking of this, we have to mention how the NPCs gave us food to eat, but they didn’t eat any themselves. So moving, he treats me like a brother!]
[West Lake Seafood Tycoon: Brother, indeed a brother. He even taught us how to use guns. No more talk, from now on I’ll follow him through thick and thin, without a hint of hesitation.]
[Potato with No Neck: Burn yellow paper to swear brotherhood +1]
Lin Miao looked at this group of players praising him, laughing as he drove.
That diary was just a story he made up in half an hour, deliberately left by the side of the modification pod, not expecting it to be found so quickly.