Get a god-level system at the start of level 60

Although the process was a little bumpy, the result was still good.

In order to celebrate Comrade Yuan Xiaolan's successful application for the job of broadcaster at the textile factory, Yuan Zhimiao decided to celebrate for her aunt.

With a wave of his hand, he went out for a walk and took out a lot of food from the space.

Cao Huize asked in surprise: "Zhi Miao, where did you buy it from? The fruit and meat are so fresh."

Yuan Zhimiao naturally couldn't tell the truth, so she said vaguely, "I bought it at the market over there, it's a bit far."

Seeing that she was deliberately concealing the truth, Cao Huize stopped asking questions and began to prepare the ingredients: three pheasants, six tomatoes, 15 eggs, three pounds of flour, and a piece of butter wrapped in paper.

Cao Huize asked: "What is this?"

Yuan Zhimiao said: "Aunt, this is butter, you can use it as oil. It is especially fragrant when you fry eggs or cook soup with butter." This butter is extracted from space milk. Ergouzi paid for the purchase of three farm robots. When he is free, Ergouzi works online as a customer service to make money. After all, the host is difficult to maintain, and he has to pay for it from time to time.

Just as Yuan Zhimiao was telling Cao Huize about the various benefits of cream, a pleasant tinkling sound rang in her mind.

Er Gouzi announced in a charming and milky voice: "Congratulations to the host, you have completed the hidden mission. You have received a mysterious gift package. Do you want to open it?"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for winning the system's permanent skin lottery. Do you want to participate?"

Yuan Zhimiao didn't expect that there was a hidden task. She clicked it with her mind to open it.

The special effects were cool, but the music sounded so much like the hit songs from Southern Province that she had to hold a speaker and dance to the tune from time to time.

"One protective shield* a one-time prop, twenty human face masks* a one-time prop that can transform anyone's appearance to make it look real, 54 sacred blessing cards* a reusable prop with amazing lethality, please use it safely."

These props are automatically stored in Yuan Zhimiao's space, and he can use them whenever he wants to.

Er Gouzi flew around Yuan Zhimiao: "Sister Miao, you are awesome!"

Yuan Zhimiao felt a little uneasy, but thinking of the dormant anti-wolf spray, she felt that there would be no danger for the time being. She still had time to use the magical mount summoning talisman.

Tongzi hovered in front of Yuan Zhimiao and asked cautiously, "Sister Miao, have you forgotten something extremely important?"

Yuan Zhimiao looked at the virtual panel and kept checking her attributes. No matter how she looked at it, she was not satisfied. She felt that she could be even better.

Er Gouzi said: "Miao Jie, it's the system skin lottery."

"Draw the lottery now." He used his mind to draw the lottery, and the virtual turntable began to spin for a moment before the pointer stopped at the Honduran white bat option. With a golden light flashing, Tongzi, who originally looked like a snowy lady, turned into a cute little milk-yellow bat, which was so small that it had no lethality at all.

Er Gouzi was extremely satisfied with his new look. He babbled happily, "It's so beautiful, Sister Miao, I love you!"

Yuan Zhimiao said, "As long as you are satisfied." As long as she doesn't have to spend money, anything is fine.

After chatting with her husband for a while, Yuan Zhimiao went into the kitchen to help. She had to prepare the ingredients in advance. This was the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall that she had promised to make for Mr. Cao in the hospital. The ingredients were complicated and time-consuming, and there were many dried ingredients that she had to soak in spiritual spring water before they could be used. It was estimated that Mr. Cao would not be able to eat the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall that he had been thinking about until tomorrow.

Even without Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, the Cao family's meal was still very rich. Kimchi dumplings, braised spareribs, braised lion's head, homemade sauce-flavored beef tendon, tomato stewed beef brisket, chicken soup, and egg and scallion pancakes. Sanya has been eating well recently and has gained weight visibly, and Daya's hair has become shiny and glossy.

San Ya raised the empty bowl in her hand and said, "Aunt, give me another bowl of rice!"

Daya said, "Third sister, you have already eaten three bowls."

Sanya's lips were greasy. She said, "I can still eat."

Cao Zheng smiled and said, "It's still early, it's a blessing to be able to eat. I'll let her take some hawthorn pills to help digestion later."

Yuan Xiaolan stood up to add more food to San Ya, and everyone was chatting and laughing, making the place very lively.

Before they finished their meal, someone came to visit. Hearing the knock on the door, Cao Huize stood up and said, "Dad, I'm full, I'll go open the door!"

The people who came were Song Xinan and Tian Ximei. These two came here every day during this period. While Old Cao was seeing patients, Yuan Zhimiao followed by the side and learned. She took Old Cao's prescription and prepared the medicine, boiling three bowls of water into one bowl of water. From time to time, she sat on a small stool and fanned herself with a cattail leaf fan. I estimated that half the street could smell the bitter smell of the Chinese medicine. It must be that Old Cao had someone above him, otherwise he would have been arrested long ago.

After dinner, Mr. Cao drank two cups of Longjing tea to moisten his throat as usual. After a short rest, he practiced the Five Animal Exercises in his backyard.

One has to say that Mr. Cao's ability to preserve his health is beyond the reach of others. When the scheduled consultation time came, Mr. Cao would change into clean clothes.

As a qualified apprentice, Yuan Zhimiao stayed there quietly like a little quail. She felt that her medical skills were not good enough, so she didn't want to show off her skills in front of the master.

Tian Ximei has taken three doses of medicine, her complexion has improved significantly, and she has less dry coughs.

Song Xinan asked: "Mr. Cao, how is my sister?"

The two came to see the doctor, and Yuan Zhimiao was watching from the side. If she hadn't known their true relationship through the system early on, she would have thought they were siblings. In fact, they were husband and wife.

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Cao turned around and asked his godson Yuan Zhimiao who was standing by.

"Zhi Miao, what do you think?"

Yuan Zhimiao felt that this line was very familiar. Usually Di Renjie would ask, Yuan Fang, what do you think?

"Grandpa Cao, my medical skills are still limited, and I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, it will delay the treatment." Yuan Zhimiao said modestly.

Mr. Cao said, "Since you know this, what are you thinking about here? Why don't you study hard and humbly?"

Yuan Zhimiao was just being polite, but she didn't expect old man Cao to be so rude and start putting on airs.

Old Cao said to Song Xinan: "She has a serious deficiency of blood and energy. She has been overworked for many years and has become ill. It is not something that can be cured in a short time. It would be great if she had 100-year-old ginseng to treat her. Unfortunately, 100-year-old ginseng is hard to come by."

Yuan Zhimiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately said, "Grandpa Cao, I have a hundred-year-old ginseng!"

Mr. Cao looked at her suspiciously.

Yuan Zhimiao didn't feel guilty at all. She always believed that the brave will die of overeating, while the timid will die of starvation.

She said shamelessly: "Grandpa Cao, my family is a ginseng digging family. My great-grandfather's generation was a ginseng digger, and it has been passed down to me for the fourth generation."

Grandpa Cao didn't want to listen to her nonsense, so he said, "Don't say it's useless, where's the ginseng?"

"I'll get it right away." Yuan Zhimiao said and ran away, fearing that if she was late, she would not be able to do her business.

Yuan Zhimiao came back soon. She actually took it out from the space. Old Cao put on his reading glasses and opened the retro brocade box. He looked at the prepared ginseng carefully. He looked like an old monk in meditation.

Yuan Zhimiao was a little anxious. She asked, "Grandpa Cao, do you understand?"