Several of them were originally chefs in the Los Angeles Hotel.

After the end of the world.

The owner of the Los Angeles Hotel survived by relying on the rooms in the Los Angeles Hotel and the supplies in the hotel.

Later, I awakened my supernatural powers.

He formed a gang and called it the Los Angeles Hotel.

Some of the members in the gang are the original security guards, cooks, and waiters in the hotel, and some are guests.

Not long ago, the boss killed the chef for some unknown reason. In order to take revenge, the chef's daughter took the boss's daughter hostage and ran away.

The boss was furious and issued an order. Whoever captures Qin Qian will be rewarded with 25 bottles of water.

Seeing the huge reward, the five of them took the initiative to go out to look for Qin Qian.

Several people followed the clues and found the area near the Ionian gang.

"Cooking?"

Hearing what the fat young man said, a thin man on the side sneered: "Winter melon, you are not hallucinating from hunger, are you? This is the end of the world, how can anyone cook."

"impossible."

Donggua shook his head: "Have you forgotten that I have a special sense of smell? Even if a tank of shit is in front of me, I can still smell what's in it?"

"Indeed, the winter melon smelled like what I ate yesterday."

"Hey, I seem to smell a little aroma, as if someone is really cooking."

Another person also sniffed and said, "It seems to be coming from the direction of the Ionian gang. Could it be that they are cooking?"

"Really or not, donggua, you can smell it again and see."

Donggua sniffed again: "It's indeed that direction, there seems to be pork, beef, mutton, lobster, tuna..."

"Stop, stop, stop, please sign up for the name of the dish. How can there be so many ingredients?"

The more the thin man listened, the more outrageous it became.

It's the end of the world now. Although the high temperature weather has passed, it is only 40c now.

But the previous high temperature of 70C had already killed 90% of the cattle and sheep, or turned them into zombies. How could there be so much meat?

There is also seafood.

Could it be that they were eating zombie meat?

"However, I do smell these things, and it seems that people from Ionia are really cooking." Winter Melon said.

"impossible!"

The thin man firmly refused to believe it: "Our boss owns the Los Angeles Hotel and only eats two salted fish at the same time at his most luxurious time. Do you think a poor guy from a low-income gang who lives in a warehouse can have so many ingredients?"

"this,"

The winter melon is also a bit uncertain.

He also felt that these ingredients were a bit outrageous. It was the end of the world and the boss couldn't even eat them.

But he did smell it.

"hehe,"

The thin man sneered and said, "How about we make a bet on whether they are cooking or not. Whoever loses will get a pot of shit."

Others also started to cheer.

"We bet, and I bet on the thin guy to win. It's really ridiculous. They are a low-class gang, how can they have so much food."

"I'll bet on the thin guy too."

"Just bet!"

Seeing that no one supported her, Donggua snorted and was a little unconvinced: "Give me all 25 bottles of water then, don't cry!"

"Ha ha,"

The thin man laughed: "Okay, I just happened to have been constipated for the past two days, so I have already fermented you, so you can just eat it."

"Hmph, I ate rotten meat yesterday." Winter Melon dared not admit defeat, "I just had diarrhea. You can drink it without water."

"Ugh, you guys are so disgusting."

Several people walked towards the cold storage, thinking about their bets.

However, as the distance got closer and closer, the expressions of several people became more and more strange.

The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.

Not only does it have meat, but it also has the flavor of cumin and chili.

"Holy crap, it also smells like mutton skewers, and my favorite cumin powder."

"Nima, it smells like stinky tofu?"

"We're not going to lose, are we?!"

"impossible."

The thin man comforted himself, but the expression on his face was a little ugly.

I don't want this scent to be fake.

"There are so many people, what are they doing?"

"There are so many lights on. How many generators are needed?"

"What a waste."

Wait for a few people to approach and get a clear look at the situation nearby.

His expression was slightly startled.

Although they stayed in a five-star hotel, only the boss's room had electricity, and they easily peed on their feet when they went to the toilet at night.

And there are at least dozens of lights here.

There were hundreds of people surrounding it.

This scene does not look like the end of the world, but a lively night market.

"This 'Ionia' seems not as simple as imagined."

"Look what's going on inside."

Several people swallowed and squeezed into the middle of the crowd.

When they saw clearly what was happening among the crowd, their jaws suddenly dropped to the ground, their eyes filled with disbelief.

As cooks, they are extremely familiar with the items in front of them.

food.

It's all vegetables.

Meat, seafood, vegetables, and all kinds of food are dazzling.

This is simply a snack street!

"Is this the end of the world?"

"Why are there so many dishes?"

"Winter Melon, are we reborn and back to the end of the world?"

"Stop asking this question, thin man, should I pull it for you now or later?"

The thin man's face turned livid.

How is this possible?

He didn't believe what he was seeing at all.

Isn't this Ionia a small gang with only a dozen superpowers?

How come there is so much food.

On the stove in front, each pot contained at least dozens of kilograms of food.

At the door of the cold storage.

A table was filled with food, which weighed at least several hundred kilograms in total.

And there's beer.

wine!

And a fruit plate?

Damn, there’s someone playing music next to me?!!!

Is this really a party?!
To be continued...