Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
101 on the main street looked like a bar on the outside, but its interior had undergone changes so drastic that the original workers who built this bar wouldn't recognize it.
All walls except the load-bearing ones had been knocked down, and all compartments and private rooms had been demolished.
The rectangular space, about 150 square meters, was crudely divided by a waist-high counter. Half of the counter was an open kitchen, and the other half displayed a large shelf reaching up to the ceiling filled with bottles and jars.
If Wagner could still compare the semi-open kitchen and the oversized shelf to things he had seen before in his life… Those bamboo-woven boxes, iron plates, and plastic bowls filled with unfamiliar, aromatic foods on the counter, and the undead standing in the kitchen skillfully preparing food, completely exceeded Wagner's comprehension.
Wagner was hit by the aromatic fragrance as soon as he entered, even though he hadn't yet had the chance to take a closer look at the strange and rare items on the counter. His eyes were glued to an undead deftly using a strange square knife to chop a whole cabbage into shreds and skillfully throwing it into a large pot…
"Hey, buddy, are you already drunk so early in the morning?" An old man wanting to enter grumbled at Wagner, who was blocking the door.
"Sorry." Wagner quickly stepped aside.
The old man holding a clay jar gave Wagner a stern look, then wobbled through the door, headed straight to the counter, and greeted the sweaty staff packing the prepared food into strange square boxes. "Good morning, Young Brook. Please give me some of those pastries from yesterday, not the sweet ones, and also a bag of salt."
Brook, the young man who was preparing boxed lunches for the town hall, quickly put down what he was doing. "Good morning, Grandpa Andre. Are you talking about dumplings?"
"Yes, yes, that's it. The name of that thing is too strange, and I always can't seem to remember it." The old man nodded eagerly and placed the clay jar on the counter whi
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