After one meal, everyone's faces had turned black, yet not a single person made a sound. After tasting the first bite of that dark cuisine, they had already lost their voices...
Mo Shang, however, did not have much of a reaction. He merely triggered Everlasting Vitality once. Yes, eating that meal had actually cost him health.
Even with Aunt Luo guiding her from the side, the taste was still beyond praise...
"Old Mo, what do you think the meaning of living is?" Zhang Tianming raised his head to gaze up at the night sky and asked, looking utterly devoid of hope.
"It was just one meal. Was there really a need to start pondering the meaning of life?" Mo Shang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
All that could be said was that Jiang Shuyu's cooking had gone far beyond the limit—it had directly made the people eating it doubt their very existence...
"Enough sighing over life. When do you want to take revenge?" Mo Shang spoke again and asked.
"No need to trouble yourself. I want to do it myself..." Zhang Tianming said after pondering for a moment.
"That Lin Mochen is a little strange. I wouldn't advise you to deal with him alone," Mo Shang suddenly said.
Though he had only caught a distant glimpse of the other man and had never met him face-to-face, Mo Shang had a feeling that he was no ordinary person...
"How so?" Zhang Tianming grew interested upon hearing this and asked.
"Instinct. You can have your revenge, but I need to recruit a few teammates evenly matched with us first..." Mo Shang did not explain further. He had always been accurate in judging people.
The only pity was that he had been so engrossed in watching the show earlier that