After Yan Zhang said this, Emmanuel and the others all fell silent.

They weren't professionals, and aside from thinking about genetic diseases, they knew nothing about Lao Yan's condition.

So, don't offer your opinion.

Then, the group of people who hadn't expressed any opinions, like Yan Zhang, all looked at Sang Ning.

Sanning, "···"

To be honest, I have a few words of sarcasm to say.

"Don't look at me, I don't know anything right now."

Mu Tao said "Oh," meaning she would know once she saw the person.

"You said that, not I."

Sang Ning denied it, once again wondering why Mu Tao had to have a mouth.

Such a handsome young man, all ruined by that mouth of his.

Ugh!

Turning to Old Wang, she said, "I'll wait for your good news."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do my best."

When it comes to his future financial prospects, Lao Wang is going all out.

Sang Ning hummed in agreement, stood up, and said, "Then you go ahead with your work. Contact me if you need anything. We'll be going now."

I haven't finished exploring the black market yet; there are still so many things I haven't bought.

We need to hurry.

So, the group left Old Wang's shop and went to browse the black market.

Unlike Emmanuel and his friends who would buy anything that interested them, Sanning only bought necessities like nutrient solutions and high-tech fabrics.

I also bought a temperature-controlled suit.

However, the temperature-controlled clothing is expensive, so I only bought a hundred pieces.

The special fabric used to make thermostatic clothing was much cheaper, so she bought a lot of it.

I didn't take the things I bought with me; I just called a delivery robot and a childcare robot to send them back to planet E72.

Then she contacted the governor, told him about sending the items, and asked her where Uncle Gu was, as she hadn't been able to reach him.

The governor replied that they should wait patiently, and based on the timeline, they should be able to enter the area with the StarNet in at most two days, at which point they would definitely contact her.

Sang Ning felt nothing but helplessness in the face of this.

Then, she went and bought a portable StarNet receiver to use on her way back.

Time flies when you're spending money, and the joy of shopping is unparalleled.

Even though she had to be careful with her money, and even though she didn't end up buying many of the things she liked and was interested in, Sang Ning still had a great time shopping.

Just as she was about to continue, Elliott's stomach rumbled and she changed clothes.

The shouts were so loud that Sang Ning and the others couldn't help but look over.

Elliott chuckled and said, "Are you hungry? Are you hungry?"

It would have been better if they hadn't asked, because once they did, everyone felt a surge of hunger.

Alright, enough said. Eating is the most important thing, no matter what.

There's a big white mushroom-shaped restaurant right in front of us, and it's incredibly popular. I bet the food must taste pretty good, since the aroma is wafting out.

How about eating there?

Pointing to the large white mushroom house, Qin Heng asked in a questioning tone.

Sang Ning and the others exchanged a glance and nodded in unison to indicate that they agreed.

Then, a group of people went to eat.

As it turns out, they were being too idealistic.

A rich aroma may not be due to the chef's skill, but rather to the use of special spices to enhance the fragrance.

The restaurant's dishes don't have a specific regional classification; they come from all over the country. In addition, the chef is a very creative person and has even created several signature dishes.

This is a chef who likes to do everything himself; the chef robot is just an assistant, and he cooks all the dishes by himself.

Yes, this chef is an indigenous person from the planet RunRun, and has two pairs of four hands.

Therefore, he was in charge of four stoves and four pots at the same time.

He showed off his cooking skills very well. Sang Ning and the others watched him cook the whole time through the transparent wall. Seeing his skillful techniques and the fact that the finished product was perfect in color, aroma and taste, they had high expectations for his dishes.

Finally, the dishes they ordered started arriving one after another.

The first dish was braised pork belly, made strictly according to the recipe uploaded by the Center for Human History Research. Putting everything else aside, the caramelized sugar in the perfectly balanced fatty and lean pork belly was absolutely superb.

Add to that the rich aroma, and Sang Ning and the others couldn't help but swallow hard before picking up their chopsticks and forks to start eating.

Sang Ning couldn't wait to take a bite, but the texture and taste immediately made her frown.

She probably ate a fake braised pork.

The texture of this braised pork, which was as chewy and elastic as plastic, was indescribable. Apart from a strong aroma, it had no other flavor, making it difficult for Sang Ning to swallow.

Emmanuel and his companions, who had tasted the wild boar meat prepared by Sanning, also found it difficult to swallow.

But Qin Heng and the others ate with great relish, repeatedly exclaiming that the braised pork was simply a delicacy, except that it was a bit tough on their teeth.

They said that in all their years, they had never tasted such delicious food.

Most of the customers at the surrounding tables also ordered braised pork.

Moreover, these guests, like Qin Heng and his group, all thought the braised pork was extremely delicious.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Sang Ning found it hard to understand.

"It's delicious."

Lampson glanced at her briefly and, noticing she wasn't eating, asked in bewilderment, "Why aren't you eating this delicious braised pork?"

Sang Ning sighed and said in a breathy voice, "Can I say that I think this braised pork is really bad?"

"We also thought it tasted bad."

Before Lampson could speak, Emmanuel and the others said in unison.

Lampson and his friends, who were enjoying their meal, noticed something was wrong.

If only Sang Ning said it wasn't tasty, they could just assume that Sang Ning simply didn't like the braised pork.

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