A filling meal had ended, with cups and dishes in disorder.
Nether King Er Ha finally gave up. He felt that this sort of thing like cooking really did not suit him.
He was best suited for eating and drinking like a dog, always eating.
That kimchi looked easy to make, but…. After so many failures, Nether King Er Ha also understood that within it, there were many existing problems that he did not know, nor know how to solve.
As what these problems were, Nether King Er Ha was too lazy to think about it, choosing to give up.
In the Taotie Restaurant, the audiences rubbed their stomach. Learning from Bu Fang, they reclined on their chairs, gently letting out a burp with a lazy appearance.
The night was getting darker as two crescent moons hung in the air, releasing a cold light. It seemed like a light veil covered the entire ground.
