"Senior brother, what’s with that little look in your eyes? Are you acting like we’re not giving you food?" Zhang Fan said, then picked up a bowl and shoved it directly into Long Aotian’s hands.

At the same time, Zhang Fan turned and rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing another bowl of dipping sauce.

Watching this scene, countless people had dark lines all over their faces.

While Long Aotian stood there, completely rigid!

Looking at the bowl in his hand, he really wanted to smash it!

The next moment, he pushed the bowl back into Zhang Fan’s hands: "Even if Long Aotian starves to death, I’ll never eat your stuff! Keep messing around. If you lose, I’ll make sure to beat you up."

After saying this, Long Aotian walked angrily to Lion King’s side and sat back down.

Meanwhile, Lion King looked at the bubbling pot with eager anticipation, his Adam’s apple moving.

It looks really delicious.

These little lobsters are tasty too, but peeling them is such a hassle.

Plus, with his appetite, eating these might actually make him hungrier.

Immediately, he stood up, walked over to Zhang Fan, and chuckled, "If your senior brother won’t eat, I will."

Saying that, Lion King took the bowl of dipping sauce from Zhang Fan’s hands, squatted beside the medicine furnace, grabbed a few pieces of beef, and tossed them in.

Eating meat in big chunks, that’s what a real man does.

Little lobsters, what’s there to eat?

Seeing this, countless people were left dumbfounded.

Damn, even Lion King, this big shot, is in cahoots with Zhang Fan?

At the same time, endless envy flashed in the eyes of many onlookers.

Sitting on the ground eating hotpot with a big shot like Lion King, damn, that’s unimaginable.

Even the members of the British team looked at Zhang Fan with envious, jealous, and resentful eyes.

On Ernes’ side, his face was as dark as could be!

After all, eating from the same pot easily breeds camaraderie.

And it’s damn hotpot.

What if, while eating, Lion King and Zhang Fan start getting chummy, then what?

What’s the point of today’s alchemy contest?

If Lion King wants to protect Zhang Fan, what else can they say?

There’s nothing they can say.

Especially watching Lion King swallowing as he eyed the casserole, Ernes’ teeth were practically grinding to pieces.

Damn, this isn’t how the script was supposed to go.

"Wow, kid, I never thought you knew so much about food," Lion King exclaimed, his eyes lighting up after tasting a piece of beef just cooked to perfection.

He’s eaten plenty of hotpots, and the ones made by master chefs, too, but Zhang Fan’s hotpot flavor is somehow better.

"Don’t laugh, don’t laugh," Zhang Fan chuckled lightly while his hands never stopped fishing meat out of the pot.

As time passed, William Dante became fully immersed in processing the herbs.

Around them, others kept swallowing hard.

The truth is, besides the Huaxia team, most people hadn’t eaten much of anything.

Now the aroma, akin to a demon, tempts them into descending deeper.

So hungry!

So greedy!

I want some meaty goodness!

After half an hour, Long Aotian couldn’t sit still any longer. He stood up, ready to uncover the pot!

Time, they only have four hours.

From William Dante’s side, they can already smell a hint of herbal fragrance.

And Zhang Fan’s still eating hotpot?

How can he endure this!

As soon as Long Aotian approached Zhang Fan, preparing to lift the pot, Zhang Fan suddenly stood up and brought a piece of meat towards Long Aotian: "Here, senior brother, open up!"

"Huh?" Long Aotian was baffled by this scene!

As soon as he opened his mouth, the meat went in.

The next moment, Long Aotian’s eyes froze in place.

"I’ll ask one last time, are you confident or not?" Long Aotian asked.

"Of course, who do you think I am?" Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

The next moment, Long Aotian reached out, snatched the bowl from Zhang Fan’s hands, and pushed Zhang Fan away: "In that case, you can go."

Long Aotian squatted down, picked up the chopsticks, and reached into the casserole.

"Mmm, it’s really good!"

Seeing this scene, countless people were flabbergasted.

Damn, Uncle Long, where’s your integrity?

Didn’t you say that even if you starved, you’d never eat this?

And now you’re saying it’s good?

Are you kidding me?

Right then, Zhang Fan went back into the kitchen, grabbed another bowl of dipping sauce, along with two large plates of meat.

At that moment, William Dante removed his headphones.

After half an hour, the herbs were all processed.

Next comes the refining.

"Heh, Zhang Fan, I’ve finished processing my herbs, what about you?" William Dante sneered, turning to look at Zhang Fan.

But in the next moment, William Dante, as if struck by lightning, began trembling all over.

"What, what are you doing!"

William Dante’s voice trembled.

In his eyes, a look of disbelief exploded.

This bastard, this bastard!

He’s actually using his medicine furnace to cook hotpot?

Cooking hotpot?

Watching the terror on William Dante’s face, countless people around shrugged.

Heh, and you just found out.

This kid’s been using it for hotpot for half an hour now.

At that moment, Zhang Fan looked up and gave William Dante a gentle smile: "Hehe, want to try some too? It’s really good."

"Ding, Killing Intent from William Dante +10000!"

"Ding, Blood Sea Hatred +1, target, William Dante, Emotion Value of Hatred +0.01!"

At this moment, William Dante exploded.

His medicine furnace isn’t just any ordinary one.

It’s custom-made, and it’s his favorite thing.

It’s like a swordsman’s sword to him, something he cherishes dearly.

And now, this damn Zhang Fan is using it for hotpot?

"Zhang Fan, are you trying to die? My medicine furnace, dammit."

A hysterical roar suddenly erupted.

William Dante’s face twisted with rage.

"Oh, come on, don’t be so stingy. It’s not like I ate your furnace. When you come to Huaxia with me, I’ll give you ten, okay?" Zhang Fan said with a light laugh.

0.01 Emotion Value of Hatred?

Damn, that’s way too little, right?

At this moment, Zhang Fan was also a bit troubled.

William Dante is a Dark Force Level practitioner, and now he can only offer this little bit. It seems like the Emotion Value of Hatred must be settled here.

Otherwise, after this battle is over, earning more emotion value will be difficult.

"Alright, stop whining, go and refine your pills, and don’t blame me for not reminding you, you only have four hours." Zhang Fan said, then turned his gaze towards Ernes’ group of Qi Gathering experts.

Emmmm!

Should he provoke them again?

At this moment, Long Aotian’s figure stiffened.

Wait a minute?

What was I here for again?

Think, think!

Damn, right, damn it, how did I end up eating?

Immediately, Long Aotian stood up, walked to Zhang Fan’s side, grabbed Zhang Fan by the ear, and said fiercely, "Go start refining!"

"Hey, hey, hey, senior brother, let me eat a bit more, I’m not full yet," Zhang Fan exclaimed.

"Get lost!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Long Aotian lifted a leg and kicked Zhang Fan in the butt.

In an instant, Zhang Fan flew out!

"Long Aotian, you’re selling out after getting what you need!" Zhang Fan roared!