"Hmm, it might be useful as an ingredient, but I haven't tried it yet," Fu Qingjun answered with a smile.
"Is it a newly discovered species??"
Chen Weizhu asked curiously.
"Indeed," Fu Qingjun nodded, "Welcome to help with the research, Chef."
She picked up the snail shell and examined it closely.
On it, she felt an enigmatic and mysterious aura, as if it held the profound secrets of the universe, subtly aligned with the Celestial Dao. Watching it for a long while felt like a mysterious vortex absorbing her thoughts.
"Perhaps it's an unimaginably rare unknown spiritual material," she said.
"Maybe,"
Fu Qingjun casually replied while sitting nearby.
After all, there was only one snail shell left, Fu Qingjun had dug out the meat, and they relied on that bit of meat to regrow the shell, turning it into an eternal food supply.
Another food production line.
This woman was someone Fu Qingjun had unintentionally met while opening the restaurant.
