"Please, all three of you, help yourselves. No need to stand on ceremony."
Since these people had paid, Zhang Ming invited them to eat.
"Then we'll gladly accept!"
Zhong Yunlong took a deep breath, peeled away the lobster shell to reveal the tender flesh, and gently placed it in his mouth. Instantly, its fragrant, soft, springy texture filled every taste bud. He could not bear to waste even the sauce.
After just one bite, he felt his body grow a little lighter, as though a searing flame were burning in his chest.
"Food that benefits the soul. How incredible!"
"No amount of worldly money could buy this. If we could farm them, how powerful would humanity become?"
He glanced at his two colleagues. They, too, were utterly absorbed in the food, without a trace of vigilance left.
Or rather, even if they had remained vigilant, it would have meant little.
"Don't let these lobsters fool you just because they're only as big as an arm. They can attack the soul." Zhang Ming seemed to see what they were thinking. "If I hadn't had a little ability to defend my soul, I'd have nearly been overwhelmed by sheer numbers. So forget about farming them. Humanity doesn't have that capability."
The three froze for a moment, looking at the large lobsters in their hands.
"How has Old Wang been doing all these years? I even deliberately kept my arrival on Earth from him," Zhang Ming asked casually.
"He's... well, he's been living pretty freely. I'm even a little envious. He has quite a carefree life."
Zhong Yunlong reported everything in detail, like a student with excellent grades.
"Over thirty years ago, something provoked him, and he suddenly quit. It stirred up quite a few incidents, and quite a few people died."
"But