Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

I wish I could gather all the electricity, food, wine and beauties in the entire Kaje country here, so that Marshal Sean and the top leaders of Kaje country can enjoy themselves to their heart's content.

Everything was as usual, nothing special.

Zhou Ze stood at the entrance of the official residence and carefully asked his men to check every person entering.

Since the last human bomb incident, the inspections here have become more stringent. They will specially arrange people with special abilities to check everyone from head to toe.

But for some reason, Cui Ze always felt a vague sense of unease in his heart.

He is not in a good mood today.

I always feel like something big is going to happen.

However, he did not expect that it was the chef Wu Yanzu whom he suspected, but was worried about himself.

Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. As the captain of the personal guard beside Marshal Ken Sean and the Minister of Supervision, he is second only to the emperor in the entire Kaje Kingdom.

However, no matter how close the relationship between the two was, even if they had fought together on the battlefield.

But now, Ken Sean is the king, and the king will doubt whether his ministers have too much power.

In addition, a few days ago, he inexplicably suspected a cook and even transferred Park Chang-hwan back from the front line, causing a misunderstanding.

This made Cui Ze feel that there was something wrong with him.

But tonight, everything seemed normal, and everyone entering the island underwent a thorough inspection.

From the soldiers to the guests, servants, and kitchen staff, he confirmed that there were no problems.

"This is just an ordinary banquet, no different from any other one in the past."

Cui Ze felt comforted in his heart.

Thus, time passed slowly until Ken Sean woke up and walked into the banquet hall without recognizing any relatives.

In the kitchen, someone came over and said to Zhang Yi, "Chef Wu, the dishes are ready!"

Zhang Yi wiped his hands carefully, threw the towel aside, nodded, and said to the soldier, "Okay, we'll serve the food right away!"

He brought several kitchen helpers and pushed the dishes to the banquet hall on a cart.

Ken Sean still looked lazy today, lying on the general's chair and looking at everyone with squinted eyes.

When he saw Zhang Yi, a smile appeared on his face.

"Chef Wu, I suddenly want to eat your cooking tonight. Do you have anything special prepared for me?"

Zhang Yi quickly walked over with a smile, bowed, and said, "Of course, serving the Marshal is my greatest honor! Look, these dishes are specially prepared for you. You will definitely like them after your long absence from Guangdong!"

As he spoke, he pushed the cart next to Ken Sean.

Cui Ze kept his eyes on Zhang Yi out of professional habit.

The carts and food have been tested to ensure there are no problems, and the food has even been tasted by the chef himself.

Ken Sean was very happy to see the dishes. He ignored the people around him, reached out and grabbed a portion of barbecued pork and started eating it.

"Marshal, the essence of barbecued pork is to eat it with rice. Barbecued pork with rice is more delicious!"

Zhang Yi specially served a bowl of rice in a golden bowl.

"These are all presented to you one by one by your people who revere you!"

This barbecued pork was naturally made by Yang Siya, and the taste was beyond words. As a foodie, her cooking skills were so captivating that one could hardly stop enjoying it.

Ken Sean took just one bite of the barbecued pork and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He narrowed his eyes and recalled the days when he first went to eastern Guangdong to make a living.

At that time, he was just a penniless illegal immigrant who had no legal identity to stay in eastern Guangdong.

In order to pan for gold, they have to find ways to get away with it, and hide from police officers for fear of being caught and deported.

At that time, the thing he wanted to eat most was the barbecued pork rice from the restaurant on the north side of Zili Lane. Every time he passed by, he could smell the aroma of the barbecued pork from a distance, which was fragrant and sweet.