Chapter Thirty-Four: The Fates of Liu Song and Teacher Wang

It was not just Deputy Director Wu who believed Jiang Suisui should be promoted to head chef; the other staff members who had tasted her cooking felt the same, expressing their high praise for the meals.

Wu Chenchen even raised both hands and declared, "Master Zhang, you just name the maximum score, and that is exactly what I am giving Jiang Suisui!"

Seeing everyone's reaction, Old Zhang, who was already satisfied with Jiang Suisui, finally broke into a smile. He called Jiang Suisui out of the kitchen and announced, "I have also just tasted what you made..."

Moreover, according to Ye Chao, that child was exceptionally beautiful. If his younger brother had truly set his heart on her, wouldn't that perfectly align with the prophecy of his "love trial" that Chanxin had mentioned all those years ago?

After straining the meat broth, Lily added salt and Sichuan peppercorn powder to create a fragrant, steaming clear soup. She found a deep, flat-bottomed pot used for cooking porridge, placed it on the iron stove, and poured the clear soup in to boil.

By 2:30 in the afternoon, after some time in operation, the Japanese Reconnaissance Regiment and the 3rd Battalion of the 86th Regiment began their maneuver. Over a thousand Japanese troops secretly flanked toward Jiaoshan, hoping to catch the mountain by surprise and seize control of it swiftly.

Kong Dai frequently boasted to her about the Tian clan—how beautiful they were, and how powerful.

To think there would come a day when both Su Lan and Li Zhi would appreciate her. Could it be that her luck had finally turned, that she had received the favor of the heavens and was beginning a new chapter?

Before the other staff could react, Da Huang transformed into a bolt of lightning once more, vanishing into the lawn. The other competing dogs were thrown into such disarray that they could no longer catch the frisbees; Da Huang began snapping at the other dogs, and the entire competition field descended into total chaos.

"Ruo—alright, I won't call you that again!" Ning Liangchen swallowed the name "Ruoruo" that had been on the tip of his tongue, reminding himself over and over again in his heart.

Song Haonian also had a healthy appetite. Back when he was a peddler, if he ever encountered a village where a plow ox had died of old age or a fall, he could manage to get a bite of meat. While it was savory, the meat was always too tough to chew.

He was a late talker, but his pronunciation was clear. Unlike his brother, Ruru, who would mumble unintelligible things when he first learned to speak, Runchun seemed to dislike being troublesome; whenever he spoke, he made sure he could be clearly understood.

In the distance, Tang Liu’s face turned deathly pale, and she felt a sense of despair. If she had been the one to take that blow from the Thunder Dragon King, she would not have had Ye Mo’s terrifying physical resilience; a single strike likely would have left her dead or severely crippled.

Who is it that dares to spout such wild words? What arrogance! With Cao Cao's military might so formidable, how could it be so easy to make him perish without a burial site? Since when did such a master emerge in our Xuzhou? Why have I not heard of this?

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body began to tremble involuntarily! "Go!" Ling Yong let out a long roar, then pushed the mass of purple lightning energy, infused with spells, forward with both hands,轰 towards Magneto with lightning speed.

After Huang Tu took out the water, Di Jia felt a bit thirsty as well, so he leaned over and drank some. The water inside the South Heaven Gate seemed sweeter than that in the Bing-character camp outside; at the very least, it contained more immortal energy. As for eating, it was unnecessary for Di Jia, as he was long accustomed to only one meal in the morning and one in the evening, having no habit or interest in snacking.

Once the explosion subsided and the protective shield vanished, a solid beam of red light shot straight from the center of the blast toward a helicopter hovering in mid-air. As soon as the helicopter touched the red beam, it exploded violently.

Cinis watched for a long time before finally pulling his gaze away. He opened his mouth to exhale, then took a deep breath, looked at his companions, and said slowly.

Far away, perched on a high mountain, the Zerg scout warriors witnessed this astonishing scene and, using their unique method, whispered everything they had seen back to the distant hive.