Several of them were originally chefs in the Los Angeles Hotel.
After the end of the world.
The owner of the Los Angeles Hotel survived by relying on the rooms in the Los Angeles Hotel and the supplies in the hotel.
Later, I awakened my powers.
He formed a gang and called it the Los Angeles Hotel.
Some of the members of the gang are the original security guards, cooks, and waiters in the hotel, and some are guests.
Not long ago, the boss killed the chef for some unknown reason. In order to take revenge, the chef's daughter kidnapped the boss's daughter and ran away.
The boss was furious and issued an order. Whoever captures Qin Qian will be rewarded with 25 bottles of water.
Seeing the huge reward, the five of them took the initiative to go out to look for Qin Qian.
Several people followed the clues and found their way to the vicinity of the Ionian gang.
"Cooking?"
Hearing what the obese young man said, a thin man on the side sneered: "Winter melon, are you hallucinating from hunger? This is the end of the world, how can anyone cook."
"impossible."
Donggua shook his head: "Have you forgotten that I have a special sense of smell? Even if a tank of shit is in front of me, I can still smell what's in it?"
"Indeed, Winter Melon could smell what I ate yesterday."
"Hey, I seem to smell a little aroma, as if someone is really cooking."
Another person also sniffed and said, "It seems to be coming from the direction of the Ionia gang. Could it be that they are cooking?"
"Really or not, Donggua, you can smell it again and see."
Donggua sniffed again: "It's indeed in that direction. There seems to be pork, beef, mutton, lobster, tuna..."
"Stop, stop, stop, you are naming the dish. How can there be so many ingredients?"
The thin man listened more and more outrageously.
Now is the end of the world. Although the high temperature weather has passed, it is only 40℃ now.
But the high temperature of 70°C had already killed 90% of the cattle and sheep, or turned them into zombies. How could there be so much meat?
And seafood.
Could it be that they were eating zombie meat?
"But, I do smell these things, it seems like people from Ionia are really cooking." Winter Melon said.
"impossible!"
The thin man firmly refused to believe it: "Our boss owns the Los Angeles Hotel and only eats two salted fish at the same time at his most luxurious time. Do you think a poor guy from a low-income gang who lives in a warehouse can have so many ingredients?"
"this,"
Winter melon is also a little uncertain.
He also felt that these ingredients were a bit outrageous. It was the end of the world and the boss couldn't even eat them.
But he did smell it.
"hehe,"
The thin man sneered and said, "How about we make a bet on whether they are cooking or not. Whoever loses will get a pot of shit."
Others also started to boo.
"We bet, and I bet on the thin guy to win. It's really ridiculous. They are a low-class gang, how can they have so much food."
"I'll bet on the thin guy too."
"Just bet!"
Seeing that no one supported him, Donggua snorted and was a little unconvinced: "Give me all 25 bottles of water then, don't cry!"
"Ha ha,"
The thin man laughed and said, "Okay, I've been constipated for the past two days, so I've fermented it for you, so you can just eat it."
"Hmph, I ate rotten meat yesterday." Winter Melon dared not admit defeat, "I just had diarrhea. You can drink without water."
"Gee, you are so disgusting."
Several people walked towards the cold storage, thinking about their bets.
However, as the distance got closer and closer, the expressions of several people became more and more strange.
The scent is getting louder and louder.
Not only does it have meat, but it also has the flavor of cumin and chili pepper.
"Holy crap, it also smells of mutton kebabs and my favorite cumin powder."
"Nah, does it smell like stinky tofu?"
"We're not going to lose, are we?!"
"impossible."
The thin man comforted himself, but the expression on his face was a little ugly.
I don't want this scent to be fake.
"There are so many people, what are they doing?"
"There are so many lights on. How many generators are needed?"
"Such a waste."
Wait for a few people to get closer and take a closer look at the situation nearby.
His expression was slightly startled.
Although they stayed in a five-star hotel, only the boss's room had electricity, and they easily peed on their feet when they went to the toilet at night.
And there are at least dozens of lights here.
There were hundreds of people surrounding it.
This scene does not look like the end of the world, but a lively night market.
"This 'Ionia' seems not as simple as imagined."
"Look what's going on in there."
Several people swallowed and squeezed into the middle of the crowd.
When they saw the scene among the crowd clearly, their jaws suddenly dropped to the ground, their eyes full of disbelief.
As cooks, they are extremely familiar with the items in front of them.
food.
It's all vegetables.
Meat, seafood, vegetables, all kinds of food are dazzling.
This is simply a snack street!
"Is this the end of the world?"
"Why are there so many dishes?"
"Winter Melon, are we reborn and back to the end of the world?"
"Stop asking this, thin man, should I pull it for you now or later?"
The thin man's face turned livid.
How can this be?
He didn't believe what he was seeing at all.
Isn't this Ionia a small gang with only a dozen superpowers?
How come there is so much food.
On the stove in front, each pot contained at least dozens of kilograms of food.
At the door of the cold storage.
A table was filled with food, which added up to at least several hundred kilograms.
And there's beer.
wine!
And a fruit plate?
Shit, there’s someone playing music next to me? ! ! !
Is this really a party? !
There are hundreds of superpowers and thousands of survivors in their Los Angeles Hotel, but they can't consume so much food in one day.
And what we eat is still dry rice, flour, and bread.
Meats that are rich in oil and water are unthinkable.
Is this really the end of the world?
Before the end of my life, even when I was helping the chef in a hotel and eating secretly, I couldn't eat as well as this.
"Look, the one who stepped forward is Qin Qian?!"
The thin man changed the subject.
Her eyes were on Qin Qian, who was carrying a plate of dishes. She was walking towards the door of the cold storage, a handsome man.
Fang Luo ate the delicious food happily.
"It's really lively today,"
Fang Luo smiled and said to Lin Zijin: "I haven't felt this comfortable for a long time. It seems that we will do more activities like this in the future."
"It's the end of the world, so we can't live too depressed."
"Brother-in-law is right!"
Lin Youyou held a chicken leg in her mouth and a happy water in one hand and said: "It's summer now, I think we can have the ultimate bikini pool party!"
"Bikini?"
Fang Luo's eyes lit up.
Dozens of beauties in bikinis came to mind, lying in a swimming pool with him. Don't be too happy.
"It's a bit wasteful." Lin Zijin was afraid of wasting it.
“How much water can be wasted?”
Fang Luo smiled and decided to build a swimming pool: "A swimming pool only needs 18,000 bottles of water."
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