Chapter 2528: The Old Man's Leisurely Midnight

Inside the Fire Room, such a scene instantly formed.

Ye Zhangqing was busy at the stove, no one dared disturb him around, while Zhao Lao sat to the right of the entrance, with no one around either.

And on the left side of the entrance, a crowd of people was squeezed together.

Huang Lao, the Heavenly Family elder ancestor, Miao Cuihua, and the five heavenly officials of the Heavenly Palace were all present.

Everyone had arrived in full, not a single person missing.

However, with so many people crowded together at this moment, it looked rather comical.

But there was no way; with Zhao Lao's current expression, nobody wanted to provoke him, fearing that if they got too close, the next second Zhao Lao, blazing with anger, would slap them away.

Especially that icy chill, growing ever stronger, made everyone unconsciously distance themselves, all wanting to stay away from its source.

"Hmph, you guys came fast."

Looking at the crowd pretending to be well-behaved, Zhao Lao let out a cold snort and spoke in an unhappy tone.

But things have come to this, and the Demon God ingredients have already been shown to everyone; now saying anything is too late.

At the moment they saw the Demon God ingredients, trying to make the crowd leave was obviously impossible.

Moreover, Zhao Lao wouldn't really fly into a rage and kill people, and the crowd wasn't afraid of that either.

For now, we can only accept it; what else can we do?

Just thinking about his imagined leisurely midnight snack being ruined like this, Zhao Lao felt furious inside.

He had even prepared good wine.

He was thinking that once Ye Zhangqing sat down, he and this kid would have a few drinks together.

While savoring the fine wine, he would also taste the flavor of the Demon God ingredients.

Everything had been planned, but before it even started, this bunch of bastards ruined it.

They came one after another, as if they had secretly agreed beforehand.

This was the first time handling the Demon God ingredients, and Ye Zhangqing also handled them more carefully, so it took a bit longer.

After more than a Shíchén, the Demon God ingredients were finally cooked and taken out of the pot.

The rich aroma immediately filled the entire Fire Room; those inside, smelling it, all became dazed with fragrance.

Craning their necks, they stared fixedly at the pot of Demon God ingredients, their eyes bulging round.

"This… this is the Demon God ingredients?"

"It smells so good."

"I feel I've missed out on too many treasures before."

"Who says it isn't? If I'd known earlier, could those Demon Gods have escaped before?"

Everyone was seeing the Demon God ingredients for the first time; although they hadn't eaten yet, their anticipation was fully maxed out—awesome, these ingredients.

Zhao Lao immediately stepped forward to block the crowd, as if facing a great enemy.

He feared these bastards would get dazed by the scent and then rush to grab it, in which case he truly couldn't hold them back.

"We agreed, each person gets only one bowl; whoever grabs, I'll break their hand."

Seeing these guys' eyes growing ever fiercer, Zhao Lao couldn't help but remind them again.

But at this moment, the crowd had already had their attention captured by the Demon God ingredients; they had no spare attention for that.

Each one only stared fixedly at the pot of Demon God ingredients before them; Zhao Lao's words were obviously met with scorn, and nobody listened.

By this point, who could still care about those things?

It was Huang Lao who first came to his senses, silently taking out from his Space Ring an exaggeratedly huge… huge bowl or perhaps a huge pot vessel.

He then swallowed saliva, grinning widely as he spoke.

"Hehe, one bowl is one bowl; we agreed one bowl is one bowl, I'll serve myself first."

Saying that, he took the bowl and stepped forward, and everyone present stared dumbfounded.

"There's even this kind of maneuver?"

"Your bowl is also excessively over the top—is this even a bowl? It's bigger than a basin."

Zhao Lao's eyes nearly popped out; he quickly shouted.

"You, surnamed Huang, what are you doing?"

"Serving rice."

"I'm asking you, what the hell are you using to serve?"

"With a bowl—it's not that you, Zhao Lao, said each person can only eat one bowl; I'm fine with that."

"You………………………"

Seeing Huang Lao's calm, unperturbed expression, Zhao Lao felt numb, his eyelids twitching wildly.

After looking at the bowl in that guy's hand, which was bigger than a washbasin, and then at his calm face, confirming he wasn't joking, Zhao Lao stammered.

"You say that thing in your hand is a bowl?"

"Isn't it?"

"Get lost."

Zhao Lao roared angrily, this bastard was simply bullying too much; with that bowl in his hand, if he were to shake it out, what would the others have left to eat?

Moreover, if I feel I'm not mistaken, that bastard's huge bowl is surely a spatial treasure of its own.

It has functions similar to a Space Ring.

Both openly and secretly, they're all scheming.

With such scheming, Zhao Lao would be even less likely to let him go first.

Finally, Zhao Lao took from Ye Zhangqing the most ordinary large bowl in the Fire Room, and personally filled it for everyone, only then putting his mind at ease.

Watching Zhao Lao's tight, precise control, the Heavenly Family elder ancestor and the others all felt resentful.

Zhao Lao, there's no need—whether it's a bit more or a bit less, it won't starve anyone.

Shut up—we agreed on one bowl each, that's one bowl each, nobody can have more.

But you're being outrageous—I just took an extra sip of soup and you want to dump it?

Soup doesn't count as food?

In the end, each person received a large bowl, and the leftovers naturally went to Zhao Lao.

However, Zhao Lao didn't have time to savor slowly, and he drank a few cups of good wine with Ye Zhangqing.

Based on his experience, once those damned things have tasted it and finished the food in the bowl, they definitely won't be able to resist.

So danger hasn't passed—on the contrary, it's just begun.

At a time like this, to still be foolishly savoring slowly and drinking wine would be pure foolishness.

For now, we can only eat first as a sign of respect.

Zhao Lao took a big mouthful; he had also eaten extraterrestrial heavenly demon ingredients before.

However, the demon god ingredient and the extraterrestrial heavenly demon ingredient, though they share the same origin, taste the same.

But it's clearly distinguishable—this demon god ingredient is indeed better than ordinary extraterrestrial heavenly demon ingredient.

Even if you can't describe it, one bite and you'll know this demon god ingredient is definitely better than ordinary extraterrestrial heavenly demon ingredient, with a better mouthfeel.

With no time to enjoy, Zhao Lao instantly started devouring his food.

We can't give those damned things another chance—I'll finish eating first, then speak.

On the other side, Huang Lao, the Heavenly Family forefather, and others were also eating wolfishly.

The first bite was still just a try—placed in the mouth, chewed carefully, savoring that exquisite flavor.

But afterwards, the more they ate, the faster they went, and they simply couldn't stop.

Though the bowl wasn't small and was filled to the brim, under everyone's devouring it was visibly decreasing quickly.

In the Fire Room, all that could be heard was the sound of chewing; only Ye Zhangqing remained calm, neither hurried nor slow, savoring the food in his own bowl.