Sigh, the recommendation ticket didn't increase much when it exploded. It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head, his enthusiasm was half extinguished. This chapter was written from five to eight. In the past, it took one and a half hours to finish, but now it took three hours.
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Dozens of pieces of meat were equivalent to killing hundreds of zombies to get them!
White Dragon's eyes had a trace of shock. He clearly knew how hard it was to kill zombies. The four of them had been hunting for the whole morning, carefully dealing with zombies. There were a few times when they were almost surrounded by zombies. In total, they only killed seventy to eighty zombies. But Ye Chen alone killed four to five hundred zombies. That was five times more than them!
"Sure enough, he's not human." White Dragon sighed and helplessly shook his head.
At this time, Yue Heng and Zhuge Fan also saw the big pile of base evolved meat in the bag. Yue Heng was a bit better. He knew how strong Ye Chen was, so he quickly calmed down. But Zhuge Fan's face was full of shock. He looked at Ye Chen in disbelief and said, "How is this possible …."
Ye Chen didn't say anything more. Suddenly he smelled a trace of food. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who's cooking today?"
White Dragon and the others glanced at each other with a strange expression on their faces. One of them said, "Ye Zhu is sick. Mo Feng said that he will be in charge of cooking today."
Ye Chen was startled and said, "He can cook?"
"Probably, probably, maybe, maybe …. he can?"
White Dragon wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He felt that even he didn't believe himself. Zhuge Fan and Yue Heng also seemed to have realized something. Their whole body shivered.
"Ding ding!"
Suddenly there was a sound from the kitchen.
Ye Chen and the others glanced at each other before entering the kitchen. After that, they saw Mo Feng scooping a bowl of soup for himself as he walked towards the dining table.
There were three to four bowls of dishes on the table and a bowl of soup.
Ye Chen glanced at the dishes on the table and walked over to get a bowl of rice. Together with White Dragon and the others, there were a total of five people around the table.
There was complete silence.
Ye Chen looked at the plate in front of him. There was a piece of something black on the plate, and he raised his eyebrows. Finally, under the gaze of White Dragon and the others, he reached out with his chopsticks and picked it up.
Crack!
The chopsticks broke!
There was complete silence.
The White Dragon swallowed his saliva and looked at Mo Feng cautiously. "What is this?"
Mo Feng said expressionlessly, "Winter melon!"
"Pu!" Several people spat out blood one after another. Just how hard was this winter melon to be able to break the chopsticks?
Ye Chen glanced at the other plate. There was a black, round piece of meat on the plate that emitted a burnt smell. He switched to a new pair of chopsticks and picked up a little. Finally, with great difficulty, he tore off a small piece and threw it into his mouth. His expression instantly froze.
The White Dragon and the others did not dare to breathe loudly.
After a while, Ye Chen slowly swallowed and his expression returned to indifference. He waved his hand and said, "Let's eat." As he spoke, he buried his head in the food and did not reach for the table again.
"Can this be eaten?"
The White Dragon looked suspiciously at the black, round piece of meat on the plate and asked Mo Feng curiously, "What is this?"
"Fried egg." Mo Feng was expressionless.
The White Dragon glanced at Ye Chen, carefully picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed.
Whoosh!
The next moment, with the speed of a rocket, he rushed to the sink in the kitchen and vomited. Listening to the hysterical vomiting, it was as if he had eaten something more disgusting than an earthworm. It made Zhuge Fan and Yue Heng shudder and the chopsticks in their hands almost fell to the ground.
"Gulp …" Yue Heng swallowed his saliva and glanced at the four black "dishes". He no longer had the courage to try them. He glanced at the only decent dish, the soup, and thought to himself, "There can't be a problem with the soup, right?"
He drank a spoonful.
Pu!
As soon as the soup entered his mouth, he spat it out. The next moment, he also rushed to the kitchen and vomited desperately.
Zhuge Fan watched with cold sweat. His hands and feet were cold. He felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
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Lunch passed in a hurry.
In the afternoon, the group continued to hunt zombies. Ye Chen, Mo Feng and the rest left the research facility and walked towards the streets of the wilderness. Because Ye Chen was still in a state where he couldn't activate his superhuman mode, Ye Chen didn't have the slightest bit of carelessness. He led the group to clear the buildings one by one to prevent them from encountering any powerful monsters on the streets.
Fortunately, nothing bad happened in the afternoon. The most dangerous time was when they encountered a zombie dog with the strength of 60 people in the building. After a fierce battle, Ye Chen had a few wounds on his body. In the end, he had to use the Phantom Blade to kill the zombie dog!
Although he had already used the Phantom Blade in the morning and the meridians in his arms were damaged and he could not use it again for a few days, he still had two arms.
Against the zombie dog, Ye Chen did not use the Phantom Blade. Instead, he only used five afterimages to kill the zombie dog!
With the addition of Ye Chen, the group's hunting speed increased significantly. In the afternoon, they managed to get 20 pieces of meat. It was undoubtedly a great harvest!
At night, the cold moon hung high in the sky.
The group returned to the research institute. Ye Chen used the tap water to wash the outside of the research institute. Then, he turned around and walked into the living room.
Although they had a great harvest in the afternoon, when they returned, White Dragon and the others were worried.
"Who's cooking tonight?"
"What do you think?"
"It doesn't matter who it is. Just don't let Mo Feng come."
"I think so too."
"It's a pity that Ye Zhu is sick. I really miss her cooking."
White Dragon and the others sighed. They could not wait for Ye Zhu to wake up immediately.
Ye Chen washed up and changed into clean clothes. He looked at them strangely and said, "You three men don't know how to cook?"
White Dragon coughed softly and said, "You know, how can a handsome man like me cook in the kitchen?
It's a waste of talent. This is not allowed by the country! "
Yue Heng glanced at him and did not bother to respond.
Zhuge Fan said softly, "My mother used to cook for me. I've never been in the kitchen …"
Ye Chen sighed and walked into the kitchen. He put on the apron.
"What are you doing?" White Dragon and the others were alert.
Ye Chen rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm going to cook. Am I going to wait for death?"
"You know how to?"
"That's impossible, right?"
"I have a bad feeling …"
The three of them were suspicious.
Ye Chen did not bother to respond. He walked into the kitchen and washed the food. Half an hour later, everything was ready.
"Let's eat!" Ye Chen called out and brought out the dishes. He scooped a bowl of rice for himself and started eating.
When White Dragon and the rest heard this, they all walked into the dining hall. When they saw the three dishes and one soup on the table, they could only see that all the dishes were extremely colorful. Compared to Mo Feng's pitch-black face, these dishes were simply many times more beautiful. All of them stared at Ye Chen as though they were looking at a monster.
"Not hungry?
Then I'll eat all of them. "Ye Chen sped up.
"F * ck!"
"Leave some for me!"
"Why did you eat two of those five eggs?!"
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They quickly grabbed their seats and started eating. After eating, they realized that Ye Chen's culinary skills were better than Ye Zhu's. They all cried.
There was no soup left for this meal. They patted their stomachs and lay on the sofa, looking happy and comfortable.
Ye Chen started to clear the dishes. At this time, Zhuge Fan walked over and whispered, "Let me do it."
Ye Chen said casually, "There's no need."
Zhuge Fan was silent for a moment before saying, "I can't help you with anything. Leave this trivial matter to me!"
Ye Chen looked up at him. His eyes flashed and he nodded slightly. He patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave the dining room and go to the basement.
After Mo Feng finished his meal, he came here and was currently testing something.
Ye Chen walked over and looked around. He asked casually, "What are you doing?"
"Research." Mo Feng's answer was always so short.
"What are you researching?"
"The antidote."
"What antidote?"
"The virus."
Ye Chen looked at him. "You still haven't given up?"
Mo Feng shook his head.
— — This was not just giving up on an experiment, but giving up on the entire human race!
Ye Chen did not ask any more questions. He looked at the gigantic test tube next to him and said, "When can it all be refined into gene medicine?"
Mo Feng said, "Tonight."
Ye Chen nodded. He had spent so many days collecting the Base Meat. After refining it, he could distribute it to everyone so that they could improve.