"A chef has come for disaster relief too? And it's Lycar's head chef in person?"
Guo Yuxiang, carrying a pot of lovingly made soup, was so shocked that he looked for the source of the voice.
Under a makeshift canopy stood a tall, burly man in a chef's uniform. He was towering over a large pot, lavishly tossing in all sorts of ingredients: bull-horn squid florets, crescent clams, giant shrimp, crab leg sticks, sea snails, whole-seed cuttlefish, squid paste, scallop paste...
What an incredibly tempting seafood medley! It was enough to make your mouth water without even taking a bite.
And this chef was none other than the one who had just called out, Head Chef Zhang Dali.
He wasn't the only chef Lycar had brought, either. There were at least three others, all busy at gas stoves, stir-frying various dishes and stewing fragrant soups. In the blink of an eye, the entire threshing ground was filled with tantalizing aromas.
