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Shang Zhi set aside the share of Mao Mao and prepared the meal.

"Uncle Hu, have dinner!"

Uncle Hu couldn't help it for a long time. Hearing her voice, he ran over at the speed of light, and his neatly managed hair became messy. Shang Zhi was stunned. Is this the speed of an orc?

"Zhizhi, what kind of nutrient solution did you buy? It smells really good!"

Shang Zhi: "No, I don't like to drink nutrient solution."

Uncle Hu followed her into the house, not quite believing what she said, anyway, he could see it immediately.

Oh my god! What's that steaming on the table? Is it food?

Uncle Hu sat on the stool and closed his eyes with enjoyment. The spicy and fresh meat, the scent of lobster, and the smell of mushrooms converge into an addictive taste.

The color and smell are delicious. Uncle Hu picked up the chopsticks and clamped a piece of lobster meat. It was smooth and tender, but it was chewy. He had eaten lobster, and there was always a smell that could not be removed. He didn't like it at all.

But this plate of lobster didn't have any fishy smell. Instead, it had a spiciness, which perfectly covered the fishy smell, and there was a strange smell that he didn't taste. Before he could taste it carefully, he swallowed it.

"I'm welcome Zhizhi!"

Uncle Hu was not polite at all, and kept his mouth open, Shang Zhi hurriedly picked up some in his bowl, seeing what was wrong, and the dishes on the plate decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Uncle Hu licked his greasy mouth, with some meaning, but the plate was empty. He touched his stomach, always feeling that he could eat a little bit more.

"Branches..."

Uncle Hu looked embarrassed, he seemed too excited just now, and the little female was frightened.

Shang Zhi swallowed his last mouthful of rice, "Uncle, you said."

"...Is there any more?" Uncle Hu was holding a bowl that could show his face. Although he was embarrassed, he had already decided not to have this face.

Shang Zhi looked at the kitchen subconsciously, there were still cats...

"No! Not at all!" Shang Zhi put down the bowl and answered him firmly.

Uncle Hu is very sorry, but this can be regarded as the best meal he has eaten in the past two hundred years. I don't know how Shang Zhi made it. How could it be so delicious?

"What you made is so delicious, how did you think of fried green onion and ginger in a dish, it's so delicious!"

Huh?

"...Did they not put these in cooking?"

Uncle Hu said disgustingly: "The ones sold in those shops are expensive and unpalatable. They basically cook the vegetables and meat."

"Then why are so many people going to eat, and it can be done at home."

Uncle Hu coughed slightly: "It's not as unpalatable as I said, isn't this... you made it after eating it?"