Wild greens braised with pork, flatfish fried in lard, steamed crabs, blanched shrimp, a pot of mixed turtle soup, and a large basin of blackened brown rice.
Four dishes and one soup, all containing meat, unquestionably counted as the highest standard for entertaining guests in the wasteland.
The three Old Zhangs stood by the window and looked around. Then, tactfully swallowing their saliva, they left under the pretext of fetching something from the corner and began eating the dry rations they had hidden in their clothes.
Luo Xiang had invited them to the table out of courtesy, but if they had really dared to sit down, they would have been completely lacking in self-awareness.
Just the ingredients for this meal already exceeded what ordinary survivors could afford.
Adding in the special seasonings Su Mo had brought out, even the Lord of Reed Marsh might never have enjoyed them.
"You made so much. If we can't finish it, I'll beat you to death." Luo You glanced over and pretended to strike him.
Unexpectedly, Luo Xiang dodged with a cheeky grin and hid behind Su Mo.
"Dad, our cousin-uncle is here. Can't we eat something good?"
Actually, he had not planned to make so much at first, but the miraculous seasonings had been far too appetizing.
And with Luo Jiao urging him on, saying they were about to leave, he had simply decided to eat his fill this time.
"Eat, eat, eat yourself to death, you little idiot."
Luo You cursed him a couple of times, the corners of his eyes remaining fixed on Su Mo.
When he saw that Su Mo had been smiling the whole time, he finally turned around and smiled. "What are you waiting for? Get bowls and chopsticks and serve your cousin-uncle some rice."
"Coming!"
Luo Jiao