"I've been flying for a whole day and night without eating a single grain of rice. Two steaks won't be enough to fill my stomach!"
"This is the standard meal. It might be difficult to add more food!"
"As cultivators, we don't waste time talking. One punch and you'll get more food even if you don't want it!"
"Yes, you must add more food. If you don't, I'll beat the chef!"
"Yes, kill to the kitchen!"
"kill!"
Li Changfeng nodded.
Zhou Buzhou stood up and shouted, "Kill!"
A feeling of déjà vu.
There are still more than fifty people.
Although the people from the Demon Base and the Alien Base were surprised, they did not participate. They would rather eat lettuce salad.
Fifty-four people from the spiritual base and sect rushed towards the kitchen in a mighty force.
Yang Zimei stepped forward with a gun in hand: "Who's the chef? I want more food!"
"If you don't add more food, we'll beat you!"
"Wat Ha Pen?"
A sentence in English rang out.
A foreigner wearing a chef's hat came out.
Yang Zimei fell silent and hid behind Zhou Buzhou timidly.
Li Changfeng pretended to look around.
Master Chen, Yin Shaozhen and I lowered our heads to look at our feet.
Lin Wuhui stared at Zhou Buzhou and laughed secretly.
Zhou Buzhou stayed where he was.
No way?
Are all chefs level three?!
A third-level chef?!
Sir, could you please have some aspirations?
This Nima...
The chef asked again in confusion: "Wat Ha Pen?!"
Zhou Buzhou smiled and shook his head: "Luowa Teha Peng, Luowa Teha Peng!"
"We are just passing by! Just passing by! Why is it so dusty..."
It’s so difficult!
How do you say passing by?
Can you expect a guy who only scored 30 points in the college entrance examination in English to speak a complete sentence that foreigners can understand?
Zhou Buzhou couldn't continue.
The chef looked at it in confusion, then turned and walked in.
"What now?"
"Who just said to beat up the chef? Go ahead, I'll cheer you on!"
"Get lost!"
"The chefs are all level three. Isn't it courting death to demand more dishes by force?"
Li Changfeng asked, "Who can speak English?"
The people from the sects all looked at the people from the Spiritual Department Base.
The nineteen people in the Lingbu base looked at each other.
It seems that the base does not teach English?
Ming Yayin poked her head out and said, "Well, it's a buffet for everyone, right?"
"What's the meaning?"
Ming Yayin continued, "Aren't there over 500 foreign participants? Based on one steak per person, there should be over 500 steaks in total, right?"
"If forcing the food doesn't work..."
"Just grab the food violently!"
As Ming Yayin finished speaking, the eyes of the fifty-four people present lit up slightly.
If only I could snatch the steak from another faction!
Then each of the fifty-four people can get an average of ten yuan!
After eating ten steaks, everyone can feel 80% full!
"Walk!"
Zhou Buzhou shouted angrily and took the lead to walk towards the rows of houses next door.
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