"Technically speaking, when Mu Daxian first got the 'Chef's Code' from Old Mo, maybe I could get the 'Chef's Code' from him too?"
At that moment, he suddenly missed Mao Feiyang. If Maozi were here, he would have probably gotten chummy with Old Mo in his cheeky way.
Every time he thought of Maozi, Lin Yi felt a surge of scoundrel energy pulsating in his chest, coupled with him observing the mountainous bundle Old Mo carried. Every step Old Mo took resembled a cresting wave, shaking with a "DuangDuangDuang~" sound, exuding a strangely silicone vibe.
Thus, at one moment, he felt as though possessed by Maozi and couldn't help but say: "Old Mo... carrying such a big bundle must be tiring, do you want me to carry a smaller one for you?"
He pointed to another backpack carried by Old Mo.
Old Mo thought for a moment and then said, "Sure, it's prepared for you anyway."
