To be honest, the atmosphere of this abandoned baseball field was surprisingly comfortable at this moment.
Chen Mo wielded his Black Blade slowly cutting tofu, slicing it into cubes of three centimeters in length and width, all while also keeping an eye on the situation of the baseball field.
Earlier at the parking lot, these chubby guys looked fierce as if they were hungry ghosts demanding lives, but once everyone moved here, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to change.
Over a hundred people gathered here, each found a place to sit, and the summer night temperature was just right. Thanks to Chen Mo's efforts, almost everyone had a delightful sea cucumber omelet pancake in hand.
"So delicious, why does this green onion flavor taste so special? Love it, got to take a photo!"
"I just searched online, green onion seared sea cucumber is a very noble dish in one mainland cuisine, a dish appearing at state banquets."
"What! I'm actually eating state banquet-level snacks today?"
