There are hundreds of supernatural beings and thousands of survivors in their Los Angeles Hotel, but they can't consume so much food in one day.

And what I eat is still dry rice, flour, and bread.

Meats that are rich in oil and water are unthinkable.

Is this really the end of the world?

Before the end of my life, even when I was helping the chef in a hotel and eating secretly, I couldn't eat as well as this.

"Look, the one who stepped forward is Qin Qian?!"

The thin man changed the subject.

Her eyes were on Qin Qian, who was carrying a plate of dishes. She was walking towards the door of the cold storage, a handsome man.

Fang Luo ate the delicious food in a happy mood.

“It’s really lively today,”

Fang Luo smiled and said to Lin Zijin: "I haven't felt this comfortable for a long time. It seems that we will do more activities like this in the future."

"In the last days, we can't live too depressed."

"Brother-in-law is right!"

Lin Youyou held a chicken leg in her mouth and a happy water in one hand and said: "It's summer now, I think we can have the ultimate bikini pool party!"

"Bikini?"

Fang Luo's eyes lit up.

Dozens of beauties in bikinis came to mind, lying in a swimming pool with me. Don't be too happy.

"It's a bit wasteful." Lin Zijin was afraid of wasting it.

“How much water can be wasted?”

Fang Luo smiled and decided to build a swimming pool: "A swimming pool only needs 18,000 bottles of water."
Chapter completed!