Life is hard in the apocalypse, and food is especially precious.
To be honest, isn't the main reason most people are still going these days just for their next meal?
At Qi Xiang's question, even the Qin sisters couldn't help but look over, their gazes tinged with uncertainty.
"Then you'd better not eat any later." Wei Heng, on the other hand, was quite confident in himself. He dangled the cured meat Gu Xi had just brought out, then turned and handed it to the smiling chef.
"No way." Qi Xiang sauntered over, staring at the golden cured meat and fighting the urge to drool. "I have to give the chef some face, don't I?"
Wei Heng gave a few deadpan sneers and walked over to the busy chef. Seeing this, Qi Xiang followed him. "Are you trying to steal his secrets?"
"Steal what secrets?" Wei Heng retorted irritably. 'I'm learning from him fair and square, okay?'
'Can't you see the chef is more than happy to teach me?'
