Chapter 2: Days without Ye Zhu
To get dozens of pieces of metamorphosed meat, it is equivalent to hunting hundreds of zombies!
There was a hint of shock in Bai Long's eyes. He knew clearly how difficult it was to kill zombies. The four of them had been hunting for a whole morning, dealing with them very carefully. They were almost surrounded by zombies several times, and they only hunted seventy or eighty zombies in total. However, Ye Chen actually hunted four or five hundred by himself, which was five times as many as them!
"It is indeed a non-human." Bai Long sighed and shook his head helplessly.
At this time, Yue Heng and Zhuge Fan beside them also saw the large amount of genetically modified meat in the bag and were all shocked. Yue Heng was better because he knew how strong Ye Chen was, so he quickly calmed down. However, Zhuge Fan was shocked and looked at Ye Chen in disbelief, saying in amazement: "How is it possible..."
Ye Chen didn't say anything more. Suddenly, he smelled a hint of food and asked curiously, "Who's cooking today?"
Bai Long and the others looked at each other with a strange look on their faces, and said, "Ye Zhu is sick, and Mo Feng said that he will cook today's meal."
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment and asked, "He can cook?"
"I guess, probably, maybe, possibly...right?" Bai Long wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt that even he didn't believe himself. Zhuge Fan and Yue Heng next to him seemed to realize something as well and shuddered all over.
“Ding Ding!”
There was a sudden knock in the kitchen.
Ye Chen and the others looked at each other, filed into the kitchen, and immediately saw Mo Feng serving himself a bowl and walking towards the dining table. There were three or four bowls of dishes and a bowl of soup on the table.
Ye Chen glanced at the food on the table, walked over and got a bowl of rice. Together with Bai Long and others, there were five people in total, sitting around the table.
It was quiet.
Ye Chen looked at a black object on a plate in front of him, and raised his eyebrows. Finally, under the gaze of Bai Long and others, he picked it up with chopsticks.
Snap!
The chopsticks broke!
There was complete silence.
Bai Long swallowed his saliva, looked at Mo Feng cautiously, and asked, "What is this?"
Mo Feng said expressionlessly, "Winter melon!"
"Puff!" Several people spurted blood. How hard must the winter melon be to break the chopsticks?
Ye Chen glanced at another plate, which contained a black, round, thin slice that gave off a burnt smell. He changed to a new pair of chopsticks, picked up a little, and finally tore off a small piece with great difficulty and put it into his mouth. His expression froze instantly.
Bai Long and the others were so shocked that they didn't dare to breathe.
After a while, Ye Chen swallowed it slowly, his expression returned to indifference, he waved his hand and said, "Eat." After saying that, he buried his head in eating and did not reach for his chopsticks on the table again.
"Can this be eaten?" Bai Long looked at the plate of black round slices suspiciously and asked Mo Fengqi, "What is this?"
"Fried eggs." Mo Feng had a blank expression on his face.
Bai Long glanced at Ye Chen, carefully picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
whoosh!
The next moment, he rushed into the kitchen sink at the speed of a rocket and started vomiting. Listening to his hysterical vomiting, it was as if he had eaten something more disgusting than earthworms. Zhuge Fan and Yue Heng shuddered all over and almost dropped the chopsticks in their hands to the ground.
"Gulp..." Yue Heng swallowed his saliva, took a look at the four plates of black "dishes", and no longer had the courage to try anything. He glanced at the only soup that was acceptable and thought to himself, there couldn't be something wrong with the soup, right?
He drank a spoonful.
puff!
As soon as the soup entered his mouth, it sprayed out. The next moment, he rushed into the kitchen and started vomiting desperately.
Zhuge Fan was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
Lunch passed by in a hurry.
In the afternoon, everyone started hunting zombies again. Ye Chen, Mo Feng and others left the research institute and walked towards the streets of the wilderness. Since they were still in superman mode and could not be turned on, Ye Chen did not take it lightly and led everyone to clear each building one by one to prevent encountering powerful monsters on the streets.
Fortunately, nothing bad happened that afternoon. The most dangerous one was when he encountered a zombie dog with the strength of 60 people in the building. After a fierce fight, Ye Chen had several wounds on his body. Finally, he used the phantom knife to kill the zombie dog!
Although he had used the Phantom Blade in the morning, the meridians in his arms were damaged and he would not be able to use it again for a few days, but he still had two arms.
To deal with the zombie dog, Ye Chen did not use the Ten Phantom Swords, but only used Five Afterimages to kill the zombie dog!
With Ye Chen's joining, the group's speed in hunting zombies increased significantly. They actually got a block of metabolized meat in one afternoon, which was undoubtedly a big harvest!
At night, the cold moon hangs high in the sky.
The group returned to the research institute, and Ye Chen washed the outside with tap water before turning around and walking into the living room. Although the harvest this afternoon was very rich, Bai Long and others were worried after returning.
“Who’s going to cook dinner tonight?”
"What do you think?"
"It doesn't matter who it is, just don't let Mo Feng come again."
"I think so."
"It's a pity that Ye Zhu fell ill. I really miss her craftsmanship."
Bai Long and others sighed, wishing Ye Zhu would wake up immediately.
Ye Chen washed himself, changed into clean clothes, looked at them strangely, and said, "You three grown men, can't you cook?"
Bai Long coughed lightly and said, "You know, how can a handsome man like me stay in the kitchen to cook? It's such a waste of talent, and this is not allowed by the country!"
Yue Heng glanced at him and didn't bother to pay attention.
Zhuge Fan whispered, "My mother always cooked for me before, and I never went into the kitchen..."
Ye Chen sighed, walked into the kitchen and tied on his apron.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"What are you going to do?" Bai Long and others asked vigilantly.
Ye Chen rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm going to cook and eat, not wait to die."
"You can?"
"Impossible?"
"I have a bad feeling..."
The three of them were suspicious.
Ye Chen was too lazy to pay attention and walked into the kitchen to clean the stored food. Half an hour later, everything was ready.
"Let's eat!" Ye Chen called out, brought out the dishes, served himself a bowl of rice, and started eating.
Upon hearing this, Bai Long and the others walked into the restaurant and took a look at the three dishes and one soup on the table. They saw that each of them was colorful. Compared with Mo Feng's black and sticky dish, they looked so much better. They all looked at Ye Chen as if he were a monster.
"Not hungry? Then I'll eat it all." Ye Chen quickened his pace.
"Depend on!"
“Leave some for me!”
"How come you ate two of those five eggs?!"
Several people rushed to take seats and started eating quickly. After eating, they found that Ye Chen's cooking skills were even better than Ye Zhu's. They all burst into tears.
There was not a drop of soup left over from this meal. Everyone lay on the sofa, patting their bellies, with happy and comfortable looks on their faces.
Ye Chen started to clean up the dishes. At this time, Zhuge Fan came over. The young man whispered, "Let me do it."
Ye Chen said casually: "No need."
Zhuge Fan was silent for a moment before he said, "I can't help you at all. Leave this trivial matter to me!"
Ye Chen looked up at him, his eyes flashed, he nodded slightly, patted his shoulder, then turned and left the restaurant and walked towards the basement.
After Mo Feng finished his meal, he came here and was debugging something.
Ye Chen walked over, looked around, and asked casually, "What are you doing?"
"Research," Mo Feng's answer was always so brief.
"What are you studying?"
"Antidote."
"What's the antidote?"
"Virus."
Ye Chen glanced at him and asked, "You haven't given up yet?"
Mo Feng shook his head.
——This is not just giving up an experiment, but giving up the entire human race!
Ye Chen did not ask any more questions. He glanced at the genetically modified meat in the huge test tube next to him and said, "When can all of it be refined into genetic medicine?"
Mo Feng said: "Tonight."
Ye Chen nodded. After the basic meat collected over the past few days was refined, it could be distributed so that everyone could benefit from it.