What a delicious smell!
Gurgle gurgle—
Several superpower users rubbed their stomachs, struggling to swallow their saliva, greedily taking a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma.
"Uncle Song, the Base Commander will be here soon. You really should consider surrendering the zombie!"
Zhu Cheng stepped forward, gently knocked on the door, trying to peek inside through the crack.
He saw nothing, but the smell of mutton became much stronger.
Tears of frustration flowed from his mouth instantly.
It's been a long time since he had meat. Since helping Song Kerou rent the villa, he hasn't even had enough steamed buns to eat, let alone meat.
Zhu Cheng leaned against the door, and apart from the sound of music, there was also the sound of slurping.
Zhu Cheng silently stood up straight and stepped back.
"Kerou, are you sure you really saw a zombie?"
Zhu Cheng touched his nose and asked Song Kerou again.
He somehow felt that the Song Family was happily having a mutton hot pot.
