Dozens of pieces of genetically modified meat are equivalent to hunting hundreds of zombies to get it!
There was a hint of shock in Bailong's eyes. He knew clearly how difficult it was to kill zombies. The four of them hunted all morning and dealt with them carefully. They were almost surrounded by zombies several times, and they only killed seventy or eighty in total.
heads, but Ye Chen actually hunted four to five hundred heads by himself, which was five times as many as them!
"It is indeed non-human." Bailong sighed and shook his head helplessly.
At this time, Yue Heng and Zhuge Fan who were next to them also saw a lot of geneticized meat in the bag, and they were shocked. Yue Heng was a little better. He knew how strong Ye Chen was, so he quickly calmed down.
But Zhuge Fan looked shocked, looked at Ye Chen in disbelief, and said in astonishment: "How is it possible..."
Ye Chen didn't say anything more, but suddenly smelled the smell of food, and couldn't help but wonder: "Who is cooking today?"
Bai Long and others looked at each other with a strange look on their faces and said, "Ye Zhu is sick, and Mo Feng said that he would cook today's meals."
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment and said, "He can cook?"
"Estimated, probably, maybe, maybe... maybe?" Bai Long wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that even he didn't believe himself. Zhuge Fan and Yue Heng next to him seemed to have realized something, and their whole bodies shuddered.
"Ding ding!"
There was a sudden knocking sound in the kitchen.
Ye Chen and others looked at each other, filed into the kitchen, and immediately saw Mo Feng filling a bowl for himself and walking to the dining table. There were three or four bowls of dishes on the table, as well as a bowl of soup.
Ye Chen glanced at the food on the table, walked over and filled a bowl of rice, and together with Bai Long and others, a total of five people gathered around the table.
All was quiet.
Ye Chen looked at a dark piece of unknown stuff on a plate in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and finally stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up under the gaze of Bai Long and others.
Click!
The chopsticks are broken!
There was total silence.
Bai Long swallowed, looked at Mo Feng carefully, and said, "What is this?"
Mo Feng had no expression on his face and said: "Winter melon!"
"Poof!" Several people spurted blood. How hard is this winter melon to break the chopsticks?
Ye Chen glanced at another plate. There was a dark round slice inside, exuding a burnt smell. He changed to a new pair of chopsticks, picked up a little bit, and finally tore off a small piece with difficulty and threw it into his mouth.
, the expression froze instantly.
Bailong and others were so excited that they didn't dare to breathe.
After a while, Ye Chen swallowed it slowly, his expression returned to indifference, he waved his hand and said, "Eat." After saying that, he immersed himself in eating and did not extend his chopsticks to the table.
"Is this edible?" Bai Long looked at the plate of dark round slices suspiciously and asked Mo Fengqi, "What is this?"
"Omelette." Mo Feng said expressionlessly.
Bai Long glanced at Ye Chen, carefully picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
Whoosh!
The next moment, at the speed of a rocket, he rushed into the kitchen sink and started vomiting. Hearing the hysterical vomiting, it was as if he had eaten something more disgusting than earthworms. Zhuge Fan and Yue Heng shuddered all over, and the chopsticks in their hands shivered.
It almost fell to the ground.
"Gugu..." Yue Heng swallowed and glanced at the four plates of dark "dishes". He no longer had the courage to try them. He glanced at the only soup that was still acceptable and thought to himself, soup.
There can't be a problem, right?
He drank a spoonful.
puff!
As soon as the soup entered his mouth, it spurted out. The next moment, he rushed into the kitchen and started vomiting desperately.
Zhuge Fan broke out in a cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt aggrieved to the point of crying.
Lunch passed by in a hurry.
In the afternoon, everyone still started hunting zombies. Ye Chen, Mo Feng and other people left the research institute and walked towards the streets in the wilderness. Since the superman mode was still in a state where it could not be turned on, Ye Chen did not care at all and took them with him.
Follow everyone to clean up the buildings one by one to prevent encountering powerful monsters on the street.
Fortunately, nothing bad happened this afternoon. The most dangerous one was when he encountered a zombie dog with the strength of 60 people in the building. After a fight, Ye Chen was torn out of his body.
After several wounds, he finally used the phantom knife to kill the zombie dog!
Although he had already used the Phantom Knife in the morning, and the meridians in his arms were somewhat damaged, and he would not be able to use it again for a few days, he still had two arms.
To deal with the zombie dog, Ye Chen did not use the ten phantom swords, but only used five afterimages to kill the zombie dog!
With the addition of Ye Chen, the group of people hunted zombies much faster. They actually got 20 pieces of genetically modified meat in one afternoon, which was undoubtedly a big harvest!
At night, the cold moon hangs high.
The group returned to the research institute. Ye Chen rinsed the outside with tap water before turning and walking into the living room. Although the afternoon was fruitful, Bai Long and others were worried after they came back.
"Who's cooking tonight?"
"What do you think?"
"Whoever it is, just don't let Mo Feng come again."
"I think so too."
"What a pity, Ye Zhu fell ill. I really miss her craftsmanship."
Bailong and others sighed, wishing Ye Zhu would wake up immediately.
Ye Chen washed himself, changed into clean clothes, looked at them strangely, and said, "You three grown men, don't know how to cook?"
Bailong coughed lightly and said: "You know, how can a handsome and handsome man like me stay in the kitchen and cook? It's such a waste of talent, and this is not allowed by the country!"
Yue Heng glanced at him and didn't bother to pay attention.
Zhuge Fan whispered: "My mother used to cook for me, and I never went to the kitchen..."
Ye Chen sighed, walked into the kitchen, and put on his apron.
"What are you going to do?" Bailong and others asked alertly.
Ye Chen rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm cooking and eating. Are you waiting to die?"
"You will?"
"Isn't it possible?"
"I have an ominous premonition..."
The three of them were suspicious for a while.
Ye Chen was too lazy to pay attention and walked into the kitchen to wash the food he had prepared. Half an hour later, everything was ready.
"Let's eat!" Ye Chen called out, took out the dishes, filled himself a bowl of rice, and started eating.
After hearing this, Bai Long and others walked into the restaurant one after another. They took a look at the three dishes and one soup on the table. They saw that each one was colorful. Compared with Mo Feng's dark one, they looked so many times better.
He looked at Ye Chen like he was looking at a monster.
"Not hungry? Then I'll eat everything." Ye Chen speeded up.
"Depend on!"
"Save some for me!"
"How come you ate two of those five eggs!!"
Several people quickly grabbed their seats and started eating quickly. After eating, they discovered that Ye Chen's cooking skills were even better than Ye Zhu's, and they all burst into tears.
During this meal, not a single bit of soup was left, and everyone lay on the sofa with their bellies patted, their faces full of happiness and comfort.
Ye Chen started to put away the dishes. At this time, Zhuge Fan came over and the young man whispered: "I'll do it."
Ye Chen said casually: "No need."
Zhuge Fan was silent for a moment and then said: "I can't help you with anything, just leave this trivial matter to me!"
Ye Chen raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes flashed, he nodded slightly, patted his shoulder, then turned and left the restaurant, heading towards the basement.
After Mo Feng finished eating, he came here and was debugging something.
Ye Chen walked over, looked around, and said casually: "What are you doing?"
"Research," Mo Feng's answer was always so brief.
"Study what?"
"Antidote."
"What antidote?"
"Virus."
Ye Chen glanced at him, "You haven't given up yet?"
Mo Feng shook his head.
——This is no longer giving up an experiment, but giving up the entire human race!
Ye Chen didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the genetically modified meat in the huge test tube next to him and said, "When can it all be refined into genetic medicine?"
Mo Feng said: "Tonight."
Ye Chen nodded. After the geneticized meat collected over the past few days is refined, it can be distributed so that everyone can be improved.