Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

Chapter 67

Braised cabbage, fried wood ear mushrooms, stir-fried liver tips, osmanthus-flavored shark fin, steamed shark fin, fried poultry. Fried pork tenderloin, fried spare ribs, steamed scallops, sweet and sour glutinous rice, mixed shredded chicken, mixed shredded tripe, assorted tofu, mixed diced vegetables, pickled duck, pickled fish fillets, stir-fried crab meat, stir-fried crab meat, braised crab meat, cold crab meat salad, steamed pumpkin, stuffed pumpkin...

After the apocalypse, most of the people who can afford to eat at Zuixianju are people with superpowers. In addition, the two chefs at Zuixianju have special superpowers, so most of the ingredients at Zuixianju are meat from mutated animals and food grown by people with wood-type superpowers, which are suitable for people with superpowers to eat.

As dish after dish was placed on the table, Han Nanjun put down his chopsticks. He couldn't eat anymore. He was a level two ability user, and his appetite was not as good as that of level three ability users like Long Yuanchen and Fu Yang. He counted, and there had been about sixty dishes since the beginning.

Even with ordinary meals, he would only eat ten dishes at most, let alone dishes made with mutated ingredients. He glanced sideways slightly.

He noticed that Long Yuanchen and Fu Yang ate much slower, and even Long Yangyang's friends, the little boy and the man and woman sitting next to him, also ate much slower.

"Here we come! Cherry pork, horse tooth pork, rice flour pork, premium pork, chestnut pork, jarred pork, braised pork, red-braised pork, yellow-braised pork, fermented bean curd pork, stewed pork, braised pork belly, tender pork, pot-cooked pork, roasted pork, grilled pork, white pork, red pork hock, white pork hock, smoked pork hock, crystal pork hock..."

Han Nanjun looked at the delicacies that were served again and his mouth watered once more. There was so much meat. This was the first time he had felt full since the apocalypse began. Now, with so many sumptuous delicacies, Han Nanjun sighed silently.

The hand said: I can.

My stomach said: I'm too full.

For the first time, Han Nanjun felt that his ability level was too low. If it were higher, how could he have missed so many free feasts?

Han Nanjun looked enviously at the others who were still eating.

Long Yuanchen: Eat more, eat that hypocrite who usurped the throne out of house and home.

Fu Yang: It hurts. I don't know how many points it will cost. If I eat more, I can lose less.

After the seafood chef finished cooking, he looked at the table full of people still enjoying their meal and asked, "Yangyang, would you like to order more dishes?" Their kitchen was almost out of ingredients for the month.

Fu Yang glanced at the half-empty dishes on the table and frantically refused the suggestion to add more food. No way, absolutely not.

The food at Zuixianju is already expensive, and he estimated that the current dishes would empty his savings. How could he let Long Yangyang continue to order?

Just as Fu Yang was about to refuse, Long Yangyang quickly swallowed the crispy pork in her mouth: "Brother Dahai, yes, the meat was so delicious, I'll have another serving of each dish."

Looking at Fu Yang's aggrieved expression, Pao Haiwei couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. He deserved it, eagerly letting himself be tricked. Did you think you could buy Miss Long with a little favor?

"Yangyang, you've almost eaten all the food in our house. We can only give you one more whole roasted lamb at most, since you need to leave three days' worth of food for Brother Dahai and Uncle Pao."

Long Yangyang blinked and took a sip of seafood soup: "Brother Dahai, why didn't you prepare more ingredients? We're still not full."

Yun Cangshu and Bai Zhiqiu, who had already put down their chopsticks, picked them up again and nodded.

Long Yuanchen, who was eating his fill for the first time since the apocalypse, figured that since his sister said she wasn't full, then she wasn't full: "Yeah, Dahai, what's a whole roasted lamb? I can eat a whole cow." After saying that, Long Chenxi let out a burp.

Fu Yang: ...Have you no shame?

Pao Haiwei watched Shi Qing finish a dish in twenty or thirty seconds and sighed once again that you can't judge a book by its cover. This beautiful young lady, who looks like a mermaid princess, has a huge appetite. She probably ate a quarter of the eighty-plus dishes by herself.

And the little silver snake on the table is even more amazing. It's so small, only about the size of an adult's palm, but its mouth is bigger than a plate, and it can eat a whole plate of food in one bite.

Pao Haiwei looked at the sun high in the sky and ate for almost three hours straight without stopping. What an enormous appetite!

“Brother Dahai, we’ll take the whole roasted lamb. As for the rest of the ingredients, you can ask that Fu guy. Doesn’t he say he’s some kind of leader, that he’s incredibly rich and powerful? How could someone so powerful not let his guests eat their fill?” Long Yangyang’s words made it impossible for Fu Yanggang to refuse.

If rumors spread within the base that he, the leader of one of the three superpowered groups of Qingdu Base, couldn't afford to pay for a meal, how would his team ever grow and thrive?

You know, when it comes to people with superpowers joining a superpower group, besides the group's combat strength, isn't the main factor the most important thing? Resources, right?

"Miss Long is too kind. I can afford to provide just a little bit of ingredients." Although Fu Yang was gritting her teeth inwardly, she had to put on a gentle face. "Don't worry, I'll have someone send the ingredients over right away."

"Wait a minute," Pao Haiwei stopped Fu Yang, who had just stood up. "Commander Fu, our Zui Xian Ju is a small business and we don't accept credit. So far, you have spent 30,000 points at our store. As the host, you haven't received your points yet. I'm sorry, you can't leave for the time being."

Fu Yang's smile froze, and his eyes held a hint of displeasure as he looked at Pao Haiwei: "Boss Pao, our superpower group has eaten here quite a few times. Do you think I would skip out on the bill?"

He had indeed considered it, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment, as he needed a good reputation to enhance his and his group's standing within the base.

“Of course I trust you. Since you need someone to provide ingredients for our restaurant, anyone here can do it for you.” Pao Haiwei smiled slightly.

“Brother Dahai is right,” Long Yangyang quickly chimed in, her eyes falling on Han Nanjun, who was watching the show from the sidelines. “Han Nanjun, you go and tell them, whether it’s that superpower group or the Fu family, to provide the ingredients. Honestly, their leader and young master are treating people to a meal, how come they can’t even bring enough ingredients?”

Han Nanjun: ...He just quietly ate some melon seeds.

Although Han Nanjun didn't like Fu Yang, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him because such a large number of points had fallen on him, and there was even a trend of them continuing to increase.

Thanks to him, otherwise, wouldn't these points have been counted against me? Thinking back to when I first suggested treating Long Yangyang to dinner, Han Nanjun wished she could turn back time and shut herself up.

Could he afford to invite Long Yangyang to dinner? Waaah, he'll definitely never say he'll invite Long Yangyang to dinner again.

Han Nanjun glanced at Long Yangyang, who was still eating elegantly, and, adhering to the principle of "better to die than to die myself," hurriedly stood up: "Boss, don't worry, I'll notify the Fengyun Superpower Group to provide ingredients right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Nanjun rushed out, afraid that he would be the one needing to provide ingredients the next second.