Howling Demon

This wasn't scientific!

Zhu Reshi stood dumbstruck, watching the vest-wearing man lick his plate, feeling as though his entire worldview had developed a problem.

Clearly, the Sliced Pear Sweet-Sauce Pork he had made was a hundred times better than Owl's Sliced Pear Sweet-Sauce Pork. Why was the vest-wearing man reacting so extravagantly to Owl's dish?

He was licking the plate now. Did a powerhouse's dignity mean nothing anymore?

The vest-wearing man set down the plate, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and wept. Only after quite a while did he speak. "Little brother, do you need a lackey?"

"Uh..." Owl was a little stunned. What was this situation?

Was his food really that delicious?

It had actually moved a powerhouse to tears, enough that he was even willing to become a lackey?

The vest-wearing man looked at Owl and said with heartfelt sincerity, "After eating this dish of yours, I can no longer imagine how dark the days ahead would be if I could never eat it again. Please... you must open a restaurant. Whatever ingredients you want, I can get them for you. Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground—so long as it exists in my world, none of it will be a problem."

"Dragon King, you people aren't all putting on an act together to fool us, are you?" Zhu Reshi narrowed his eyes, suspicion written all over his face.

First Chen Danian had groveled shamelessly, then the vest-wearing Dragon King had eaten an ordinary plate of Sliced Pear Sweet-Sauce Pork with nothing but special effects added and been moved to tears, even tossing aside his pride to grovel before Owl. It was far too fake!

It was not that Zhu Reshi was overly suspicious. Everything was simply too unbelievable. It was downright unscientific.