Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 552: 193: Live Stream Eating Shit (Six More)

Who is the Taro boba tea master?

An internationally renowned hacker mastermind!

He currently ranks first on the international wanted list.

The reward for catching him has reached ten billion.

Innumerable bounty hunters want to catch this mastermind.

However, unfortunately.

Up to now, no one has claimed this task.

And no bounty hunter has been able to complete the task.

Meanwhile, the name “Taro Milk Tea” has gradually become famous in the hacker community.

Some people even suspect.

The boss isn’t just a hacker.

As for Viola Thompson?

At most, she could be considered a computer prodigy.

She’s just an 18-year-old girl, after all.

Listeing to that, Cleveland gave Doleman a sideways glance, “You’re always like this! How do you know my master isn’t the Taro boba tea master! Do you know what my master’s favorite milk tea is?”

Every time he mentioned that Viola Thompson might be the Taro boba tea, Doleman would dispute it immediately.

“Taro Milk Tea,” Doleman answered.

Cleveland declared, “So, my master must be Tarol Milk Tea.”

Doleman patted Cleveland’s shoulder, “Stop dreaming, I also like drinking Taro Milk Tea, does that make me the Taro boba tea master?”

“You look more like a piece of shit!” Cleveland rolled his eyes at Doleman.

Doleman laughed, “Exactly! My reaction to your comment just now is the same.”

Cleveland didn’t bother arguing with Doleman anymore.

Doleman continued, “Do you still remember our bet?”

Cleveland recalled and asked, “If my master turns out to be Taro Milk Tea, you livestream eating your phone?”

“No no no,” Doleman waved his hand, arrogantly saying, “I won’t eat a phone now, I’ll directly eat shit! I’ll livestream myself eating shit!”

“Really?” Cleveland squinted skeptically, “I suspect you’re bragging.”

Doleman patted his chest confidently, “A man’s word is his bond; not even a four-horse chariot can bring it back!”

Cleveland immediately took out his phone, “I’ll record it, say it again.”

Doleman didn’t show any signs of panic, and confidently repeated his promise to eat shit.

Cleveland carefully saved the video.

What if one day he got extremely lucky and managed to become Taro Milk Tea’s disciple?

Cleveland continued to use WhatsApp, [Thank you, Master!]

[Master, I heard through the news that you are back in River City, right? Shall we have dinner together tomorrow night?]

Viola Thompson replied, [Okay.]

As soon as she replied to Cleveland’s message, there was a knock at her door.

“Dinner’s ready.”

“I’m coming.” She looked back with a grin and a dimple in her cheek.

There were four dishes and a soup.

Braised fish, cola chicken wings, Mapo Tofu, and cream of mushroom soup.

The portions were not too big.

Just enough for two people to finish.

“Ms. Snail really has great culinary skills!” Viola Thompson sat on the chair, giving Terrence Lentz a thumbs up.

“Thank you,” Terrence Lentz poured her a drink, “It’s an honor to receive your praise.”

Looking at the greenish liquid in her glass, Viola Thompson frowned slightly, “I’d prefer milk tea.”

“This is good for your stomach, better to drink before the meal.”

After all, Viola Thompson had just had a hangover.

“Alright.” Viola Thompson picked up the glass and drank it all in one go.

Although the color was not very appealing, it tasted acceptable.

Viola took a piece of fish and as soon as it touched her lips, her eyes lit up.

The fish was very tender and had absorbed the delicious sauce well. With just a small bite, the fish meat slipped off the bones, the texture was chewy and the taste so good that it made her want to swallow her tongue along with the fish.

The cola chicken wings had been deboned.

One bite for each, making them very satisfying to eat.

The spicy boiled meat slices had a layer of red oil floating on top, which added a numbing and spicy flavor. If you found it too greasy, you could have a sip of the cream of mushroom soup.

The taste was amazing!

Viola Thompson ate two bowls of rice.

After they finished eating, Terrence Lentz volunteered to wash the dishes.

Viola Thompson didn’t feel it was right to let him do it, “Ms. Snail, you’ve worked hard enough, I’ll do the dishes.”

“I must live up to the name ‘Ms. Snail’,” Terrence Lentz pushed Viola Thompson out of the kitchen, “Plus, I’ve already put on an apron.”

Viola Thompson returned to the sofa and rested her chin on the armrest, watching Terrence Lentz busily working in the kitchen, “Lentz, you are truly a good wife and mother.”

Terrence Lentz smiled slightly, “You’re just noticing that now?”

“No, I’ve known it for a long time.”

After chatting with Terrence Lentz for a while, Viola Thompson went to feed the dog.

She had given the dog a name.

Bread.

“Bread, it’s dinner time!”

Viola Thompson didn’t know much about dogs, and couldn’t figure out what kind of breed it was. All she knew was that the dog was not only large but also had quite an appetite.