Just as Su Yun was questioning his entire existence, Lei Zhan had already brought over a full basin of red-braised pork. He nudged Su Yun with his elbow and led him to a nearby dining table.
"Stop standing there! Sit down! Try Rat's cooking!"
Looking at Lei Zhan, whose mouth was slick with oil, Su Yun finally managed to recover a shred of his wits from the shock.
He slammed his hand on the table and pointed at the bigwigs still lined up, his voice almost cracking.
"Captain Lei! Is this what you meant when you said you couldn't hold out anymore?!"
"I thought Soul Beasts had overrun the base, so I rushed back to save your lives! And now you're telling me you couldn't hold out because you were hungry?!"
"Comrade Su Yun, please calm down."
Lei Zhan solemnly picked up a piece of red-braised pork and put it in his mouth.
As he chewed, the tough-guy mask on his face vanished at once, replaced by a soft, blissful blush.
"Gulp."
Lei Zhan swallowed the meat, waved his chopsticks, and retorted with conviction:
"You just don't get it! Nobody could resist food this delicious!"
Lei Zhan looked toward the figure still frantically tossing food in the wok, a hint of awe in his eyes.
Seeing Lei Zhan like this, Su Yun still felt as if the world had gone completely surreal.
"Captain Lei, how did a Soul Beast end up as the head chef?"
Lei Zhan sighed. As he served Su Yun some rice, he recounted everything that had just happened.
"Well, that's a long story..."
As it turned out, after Rat had been transported to Earth, it faced a bunch of strange old men and unleashed an incredible instinct for survival.
Rat had raced wildly around the base.