Vanod stared in disbelief at their actions.

As he smelled the aroma wafting into his nostrils, he angrily pounded his leg, thinking to himself, "I'm really getting old."

He swallowed hard, his deeply lined face wrinkled like a crumpled chrysanthemum.

Odeya glanced at him and slowly drank her water.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to eat?"

Vanod immediately retorted, "What do you mean I don't want to eat? I never said that!"

He glared angrily at his old friend of many years.

Her cloudy eyes widened, trying her best to make the other person see the anger in them. "Don't talk nonsense. I never said I wouldn't eat it!"

Audya straightened her cuffs, slowly turned her head, and ignored the old man beside her who had gone back on his word.

But her silence doesn't mean the other person is silent.

Vanod pounded his limbs, never before so clearly aware that he had entered his twilight years.

"With so many of them, are we even going to get any food?"

"I should be able to get some, right? After all, the boss said he'd treat me to dinner..."

"I got a share of this rabbit too. Where would the rabbit meat come from if there were no rabbit?"

He stood up and paced back and forth, his words becoming increasingly reasonable.

Finally, seemingly having convinced himself, he sat back down in his seat with a clear conscience, only craning his neck to peer into the kitchen.

Seeing his expectant look, Odeya couldn't help but laugh.

Before I could even laugh out loud, the crowd that had been packed into the kitchen suddenly dispersed.

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, dispersing layer by layer from the inside out.

She looked up and saw a robot carrying a plate of cooked cold-served rabbit toward them.

Vanod quickly adjusted his posture and stared intently at the plate of diced rabbit meat that was served.

Ignoring the envious and jealous stares around him, he held his head high, stretched out his chopsticks, and picked up a piece of meat without hesitation.

The golden, caramelized rabbit meat cubes are emitting a strong, spicy aroma.

I originally thought it would be very spicy, but when I got to my nose, I found it wasn't that pungent. In fact, the spicy aroma made me even more eager to try it.

He slowly put it in his mouth.

A burning sensation quickly rose on his tongue, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead, but he couldn't bear to spit out the piece of meat in his mouth.

The rabbit meat was firm and tender, and the earthy taste that one might expect was completely absent from this piece of meat.

You can only taste the full flavor of spices; the aroma permeates every layer of the skin and flesh, leaving only a rich and layered spicy fragrance in your mouth.

The rabbit meat, deep-fried in oil, completely reversed the previous impression of being greasy, and instead became very refreshing and tender.

It has no greasy or bloated feel whatsoever.

The spiciness provides a rich base for the rabbit meat, thoroughly stimulating every taste bud on the tongue and greatly arousing the appetite.

The more Vanod chewed, the more delicious it became, and the sweat on his forehead increased with each chew, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he was completely reluctant to put down the plate of rabbit meat in front of him.

With this bowl of diced rabbit meat, he ate a whole bowl of rice.

While eating, he couldn't help but shed tears. Thinking of the rabbits that had overrun the vineyard, he was no longer bothered. He could only imagine golden rabbit meat cubes with legs running around in front of him.

His mouth watered.

He has a whole estate of rabbits, hehehe.

Hehehe, how many cold-cooked rabbits can a whole farm of rabbits turn into?

We could eat more than we could finish it all year round!

A smile spread across his dry face, and Vanod seemed to see a golden future beckoning to him.

No one around him noticed his inexplicable smile; everyone was busy eating the rabbit meat.

The freshly cooked rabbit meat cubes were steaming hot, and the spicy heat quickly sent a surge of heat through my body.

Everyone ate without looking up, arguing heatedly.

They even argued endlessly about who ate one more piece of rabbit meat.

At this moment, another hot topic quietly climbed up the StarNet and StarBlog, quickly squeezing into the top 10 of StarBlog before anyone could react, barely making it to ninth place.

#Shocking! A streamer ate rabbit to gain popularity...#

#108 Ways to Cook Rabbit Meat#

Looking up, two of the top twenty trending topics were about rabbits.

This immediately attracted a large crowd of curious onlookers.

Meanwhile, the online shop owners were also taken aback by the sudden influx of customers.

rabbit?

Selling rabbits?

The shopkeeper looked completely bewildered. After seeing off yet another disappointed customer, he stroked his chin, utterly lost in thought.

When did eating rabbits become popular in StarCraft?

Is life outside really that hard?

Ding is the personal assistant to the current head of the Miller family.

As the boss's right-hand man, he always put the boss's problems first.

These days, the rampant rabbit infestation at the vineyard has led to a precipitous drop in wine production, and the owner's mood is increasingly gloomy.

Ding En had developed an increasingly sharp mind, and he immediately noticed the two trending topics on Weibo. He clicked on them without hesitation.

The comments piled up layer upon layer, with most people complaining that there weren't enough rabbits to buy.

In interstellar space, there are very few businesses that specialize in selling rabbits or rabbit meat; most rabbits' futures are predetermined the moment they are born.

—As an ingredient in pet food.

[If we can't buy rabbits, we can't eat good food!]

I really want to eat rabbit!

Mommy really wants to buy a rabbit, waaaaah!

A string of agreement followed, and most people were complaining.

Ding En looked at him strangely as he scrolled through the comments that had suddenly appeared, and the replies below were growing rapidly at a visible rate.

The entire comment section was filled with complaints about not having enough rabbits to buy.

Ding En's eyes lit up as he quickly thought of the rabbits that had become an infestation in his own vineyard.

He quickly packaged the link and sent it to his boss.

Bridges was overwhelmed with problems at his vineyard when he was suddenly bombarded with a spam message from his assistant.

He frowned, a hint of impatience appearing on his usually gentle face.

He reached out his finger to delete it, but accidentally clicked on it, and the page quickly redirected to another interface.

His brows furrowed, and he was about to delete it when his eyes caught sight of a familiar word.

rabbit.

He paused, looked at the pop-up page in front of him, and browsed it carefully.

The people in this comment section are all complaining about not being able to buy rabbits.

They want to buy rabbits?

Bridges' radar quickly began receiving signals, and his innate business acumen keenly began to capture the information it received.

He suppressed his surging emotions and gave instructions to his assistant.

Ding En quickly received the message from the boss on the other end.

He followed the clues in the comments section and eventually found Ling Miao's live stream.