"Senior brother, what’s with that little look in your eyes? Are you acting like we’re not giving you food?" Zhang Fan said, then picked up a bowl and shoved it directly into Long Aotian’s hands.
At the sa ti, Zhang Fan turned and rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing another bowl of dipping sauce.
Watching this scene, countless people had dark lines all over their faces.
While Long Aotian stood there, completely rigid!
Looking at the bowl in his hand, he really wanted to smash it!
The next mont, he pushed the bowl back into Zhang Fan’s hands: "Even if Long Aotian starves to death, I’ll never eat your stuff! Keep ssing around. If you lose, I’ll make sure to beat you up."
After saying this, Long Aotian walked angrily to Lion King’s side and sat back down.
anwhile, Lion King looked at the bubbling pot with eager anticipation, his Adam’s apple moving.
It looks really delicious.
These little lobsters are tasty too, but peeling them is such a hassle.
Plus, with his appetite, eating these might actually make him hungrier.
Imdiately, he stood up, walked over to Zhang Fan, and chuckled, "If your senior brother won’t eat, I will."
Saying that, Lion King took the bowl of dipping sauce from Zhang Fan’s hands, squatted beside the dicine furnace, grabbed a few pieces of beef, and tossed them in.
Eating at in big chunks, that’s what a real man does.
Little lobsters, what’s there to eat?
Seeing this, countless people were left dumbfounded.
Damn, even Lion King, this big shot, is in cahoots with Zhang Fan?
At the sa ti, endless envy flashed in the eyes of many onlookers.
Sitting on the ground eating hotpot with a big shot like Lion King, damn, that’s unimaginable.
Even the mbers of the British team looked at Zhang Fan with envious, jealous, and resentful eyes.
On Ernes’ side, his face was as dark as could be!
After all, eating from the sa pot easily breeds camaraderie.
And it’s damn hotpot.
What if, while eating, Lion King and Zhang Fan start getting chummy, then what?
What’s the point of today’s alchemy contest?
If Lion King wants to protect Zhang Fan, what else can they say?
There’s nothing they can say.
Especially watching Lion King swallowing as he eyed the casserole, Ernes’ teeth were practically grinding to pieces.
Damn, this isn’t how the script was supposed to go.
"Wow, kid, I never thought you knew so much about food," Lion King exclaid, his eyes lighting up after tasting a piece of beef just cooked to perfection.
He’s eaten plenty of hotpots, and the ones made by master chefs, too, but Zhang Fan’s hotpot flavor is sohow better.
"Don’t laugh, don’t laugh," Zhang Fan chuckled lightly while his hands never stopped fishing at out of the pot.
As ti passed, William Dante beca fully imrsed in processing the herbs.
Around them, others kept swallowing hard.
The truth is, besides the Huaxia team, most people hadn’t eaten much of anything.
Now the aroma, akin to a demon, tempts them into descending deeper.
So hungry!
So greedy!
I want so aty goodness!
After half an hour, Long Aotian couldn’t sit still any longer. He stood up, ready to uncover the pot!
Ti, they only have four hours.
From William Dante’s side, they can already sll a hint of herbal fragrance.
And Zhang Fan’s still eating hotpot?
How can he endure this!
As soon as Long Aotian approached Zhang Fan, preparing to lift the pot, Zhang Fan suddenly stood up and brought a piece of at towards Long Aotian: "Here, senior brother, open up!"
"Huh?" Long Aotian was baffled by this scene!
As soon as he opened his mouth, the at went in.
The next mont, Long Aotian’s eyes froze in place.
"I’ll ask one last ti, are you confident or not?" Long Aotian asked.
"Of course, who do you think I am?" Zhang Fan replied with a smile.
The next mont, Long Aotian reached out, snatched the bowl from Zhang Fan’s hands, and pushed Zhang Fan away: "In that case, you can go."
Long Aotian squatted down, picked up the chopsticks, and reached into the casserole.
"Mmm, it’s really good!"
Seeing this scene, countless people were flabbergasted.
Damn, Uncle Long, where’s your integrity?
Didn’t you say that even if you starved, you’d never eat this?
And now you’re saying it’s good?
Are you kidding ?
Right then, Zhang Fan went back into the kitchen, grabbed another bowl of dipping sauce, along with two large plates of at.
At that mont, William Dante removed his headphones.
After half an hour, the herbs were all processed.
Next cos the refining.
"Heh, Zhang Fan, I’ve finished processing my herbs, what about you?" William Dante sneered, turning to look at Zhang Fan.
But in the next mont, William Dante, as if struck by lightning, began trembling all over.
"What, what are you doing!"
William Dante’s voice trembled.
In his eyes, a look of disbelief exploded.
This bastard, this bastard!
He’s actually using his dicine furnace to cook hotpot?
Cooking hotpot?
Watching the terror on William Dante’s face, countless people around shrugged.
Heh, and you just found out.
This kid’s been using it for hotpot for half an hour now.
At that mont, Zhang Fan looked up and gave William Dante a gentle smile: "Hehe, want to try so too? It’s really good."
"Ding, Killing Intent from William Dante 10000!"
"Ding, Blood Sea Hatred 1, target, William Dante, Emotion Value of Hatred 0.01!"
At this mont, William Dante exploded.
His dicine furnace isn’t just any ordinary one.
It’s custom-made, and it’s his favorite thing.
It’s like a swordsman’s sword to him, sothing he cherishes dearly.
And now, this damn Zhang Fan is using it for hotpot?
"Zhang Fan, are you trying to die? My dicine furnace, dammit."
A hysterical roar suddenly erupted.
William Dante’s face twisted with rage.
"Oh, co on, don’t be so stingy. It’s not like I ate your furnace. When you co to Huaxia with , I’ll give you ten, okay?" Zhang Fan said with a light laugh.
0.01 Emotion Value of Hatred?
Damn, that’s way too little, right?
At this mont, Zhang Fan was also a bit troubled.
William Dante is a Dark Force Level practitioner, and now he can only offer this little bit. It seems like the Emotion Value of Hatred must be settled here.
Otherwise, after this battle is over, earning more emotion value will be difficult.
"Alright, stop whining, go and refine your pills, and don’t bla for not reminding you, you only have four hours." Zhang Fan said, then turned his gaze towards Ernes’ group of Qi Gathering experts.
Emmmm!
Should he provoke them again?
At this mont, Long Aotian’s figure stiffened.
Wait a minute?
What was I here for again?
Think, think!
Damn, right, damn it, how did I end up eating?
Imdiately, Long Aotian stood up, walked to Zhang Fan’s side, grabbed Zhang Fan by the ear, and said fiercely, "Go start refining!"
"Hey, hey, hey, senior brother, let eat a bit more, I’m not full yet," Zhang Fan exclaid.
"Get lost!"
Long Aotian lifted a leg and kicked Zhang Fan in the butt.
In an instant, Zhang Fan flew out!
"Long Aotian, you’re selling out after getting what you need!" Zhang Fan roared!
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