"Come on, come on! Sit down and eat!"
"I made all of it. Let's celebrate surviving another round!"
"I say we celebrate every time we come back!"
Wearing an apron, He Zheng carried a huge pot over and set it on the table.
An Ke gave him a helpless look as she stared at the culinary monstrosity in the pot, its fish heads rivaling a stargazy pie. She had no idea why He Zheng had taken such a liking to fish heads lately.
"He Zheng, if you like fish, you can come to my place and have the chef make it."
"You're decent at making other dishes, but don't you think eating fish two days in a row is a little strange? And it's fish heads both times..."
He Zheng chuckled, sat down, then tilted his head back and drained a glass of liquor.
"An Ke, your place is too professional. Besides, how can a chef's food taste as good as home cooking?"
"There's no special reason I'm making fish heads. I don't know what's going on, but lately I keep dreaming about that Fish-Head Monster from before. Fuck, every time I dream, that thing chases me around trying to kill me. It's everywhere!"
"I figured I must be cursed or something. Damn it! I'll eat fish heads for three days straight. Let's see if I still dream about it then!"
"Fish-Head Monster?"
Huang Liang asked in confusion, picking up a piece of fish with his chopsticks.
A moment later, Ye Lin chuckled, having guessed what Fish-Head Monster He Zheng meant.
"Was it a Species?"
"Yeah!"
"That thing!"
"Fuck, it kept biting my ass in the dream! If Zhang Tie hadn't helped hold it down, it would've torn my ass to pieces!"
He Zheng slapped the table and shouted excitedly.