"Jiang Yan, this food isn't genetically modified, is it?" Su Dai swallowed her saliva, holding back her intense craving as she asked.
Genetically modified animals and plants are usually very large.
But the crayfish they were looking at were the same size as before the apocalypse.
Most importantly, the spicy and fresh flavor instantly triggered her long-lost memories of delicious food.
Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao, staring at the braised beef and egg fried rice in front of them, also widened their eyes in a second.
Fortunately, both were well-trained and managed to suppress their cravings.
"No, let's eat quickly. Eat first, and later, I'll explain slowly," Jiang Yan said with a smile, and immediately opened the lid of the crayfish.
The rich aroma instantly filled the room.
The hot pot on the side was also bubbling and boiling.
The house was brimming with tantalizing smells.
Just taking a whiff was enough to feel completely satisfied.