Zhao Guang looked around in confusion: "No, who's selling stewed food around here?"
This place was too remote; not a ghost could be seen. Doing business here would mean certain bankruptcy. Moreover, he hadn't smelled the distinctive aroma of the stew.
Zhao Guang was quite confident in his senses, knowing his sense of smell was incredibly sharp.
As for eating stewed food early in the morning, Zhao Guang didn't care in the slightest. His own digestive capacity and consumption rate were simply incomparable to an ordinary person's. Never mind stewed food in the morning, he could probably manage eating an entire bull in a day if he had to.
It was only possible because of the support from Combat Energy, allowing him to absorb external forces for replenishment; otherwise, just eating would be an issue.
"Yes, you're in the right place, but we're not selling stewed food. We hope Mr. Zhao would come with us on a little trip."
