The end of the world is coming, I want to be bad every day

Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief: "I told you, pork jerky is normal, pork jerky is delicious, pork jerky? Freshly killed and cooked?"

Qingtian's voice suddenly increased, shocking several people so much that they covered their ears. Several subordinates around him also felt something was wrong.

After the acid rain, everything started to mutate. There was no normal animal to be found, let alone a normal pig? Could it be what they thought?

One of the smart and bold subordinates asked a question: "Miss Qing, this pork is not the pork we thought it was, right?"

Unfortunately, Qingyu did not comfort him, but nodded: "It's the pork you were thinking of."

The people eating the jerky were petrified. Wen Beining added fuel to the fire with malicious intent: "What's wrong? A mutant pig is not a pig anymore? It just has fangs and its body shape is no longer like a pig, but its essence is still a pig."

Cheng Qianyi echoed: "That's right, if a few grown men can't accept this, then they can't eat mutant chickens even more."

Sunny Day Collapse: "There are also mutant chickens?"

"Yes, the tender chicken slices you had in the hot pot last night, Sister Qing's milk, and Uncle Qing's spicy beef slices were all mutant beasts. It's useless to make a fuss." Cheng Qianyi sneered with gloating, not thinking about how they would collapse when they ate the mutant chicken for the first time.

The sunny sky collapsed, leaving two lines of clear tears. He looked at the meat jerky in his hand and the bad guys with smiles on their faces, and put the meat jerky into his mouth: "Woo woo woo~ It smells so good, woo woo woo~ Why did it become so ugly."

When Qing's father came back from his walk, he saw a group of people in the living room. His daughter and Cheng Qianyu and others were looking at another group of people who were eating and crying with a sly smile.

Wipe your eyes and look carefully, isn't that your stupid son and his men?

"What are you doing, little brat? I'm alive and well, why are you crying here?"

Qingtian glanced at Qing's father and turned his head: "I'm not crying because you're gone. I'm crying because I'm not doing well enough."

Qing's father was puzzled and looked at the people who should know the situation.

Qingyu did not hide anything and told him everything. Qing's father was indeed a man of the older generation. His ability to accept things was much stronger than that of young people. He slapped his thigh with joy.

"That's great. There are so many mutant animals. Let's eat them. There's meat. There's meat. I kept the mutant cow. It kicked me twice and almost killed me. I'll kill it today."

"Dad, why did you accept it so quickly? Don't you have any burden?" Qingtian was stunned when he saw his father accepting it so well.

"You have to know that the reason I don't eat mutant animals is because I'm afraid I'll mutate or die if I eat them, not because I don't want to eat them. Now that I know they're not poisonous, why wouldn't I eat them?"

"But they, they are so?"

Qingkong looked at his silly son and said, "So ugly? Is durian ugly? Not only ugly but also smelly, but you still enjoy eating it, don't you? Is bullfrog ugly? Those spiders and insects look like that, but people still eat them."

Qingtian nodded, and Qingkong continued: "The ugly things before the end of the world can be eaten and taste good, but after the end of the world, the ugly things cannot be eaten? What's the logic? Only young masters and young ladies like you are so indifferent to worldly things and still care about appearance.

Spread the news that mutant pigs, mutant chickens, and mutant cows are all edible, they are harmless and have delicious meat. Within a week, there will be no mutant livestock in the base."

Qingtian opened his mouth in surprise, drooling, but his subordinate closed it: "Dad, is this really going to happen?"

"Take them with you, catch a mutant chicken, process it on the spot, eat it after it's done, and then spread the news. You'll see the effect."

Qingtian took his men to do the job immediately. In less than two hours, they set up the stall, built a fire, and organized nearly half of the residents to watch. They processed several mutant chickens on the spot and made several flavors of them, which they ate themselves and also distributed to the public.

By the way, the news also goes to popularize the known mutant cows, mutant pigs, mutant chickens, which have delicious edible meat, and mutant geese and mutant sheep, which are edible but have no method of consumption.

The effect was unexpected. The residents did not show any rejection and even felt happy. There was meat to eat and it tasted good, so why not?

A craze for catching mutant animals and poultry soon swept Yancheng. In just one day, methods and recipes for eating various animals came out.

Not only that, some people have also solved the problem of the mutant sheep having a particularly strong smell and no way to eat it.

The person who conquered it was a chef from Shancheng City. He processed it with a special method, fried it, added mutant peppers, Sichuan peppercorns and other ingredients, and cooked it to make it fresh, spicy and fragrant without any smell of mutton.

Wen Beining sighed: "Wow, it took us a long time to get this thing, but it was sorted out and upgraded in just one day."

Qing's father snorted, "This is Country H, a vast country with rich resources and a food culture that has been passed down for thousands of years. For us, there are only things we can eat and things we can't eat. Before, we didn't know about mutant beasts and we couldn't eat them. Now, as long as we know that we won't die or mutate if we eat them, we don't care what method we use to eat them. The experts are among the common people."

Wen Beining once again worshipped the wisdom of the labor task, and took this opportunity to update the recipe so that he could make more varieties in the future.

But some are happy while others are sad. When the news reached Su Li of the Su family, he was naturally unhappy about the Qingkong family becoming so prominent.

Looking at the food cooked with mutant livestock on the dining table, Su Li became furious and threw the food to the ground.

"Who told you to fool me with these monsters? They are just food for the lowly people. How can you be worthy of me? Get out of here and eat normal food."

The chef who was yelled at quickly took the food down and ran to the back kitchen to cook it again.

Su Che sat aside and spoke calmly: "Father, there is a craze for hunting mutant beasts in the whole city now. If your words get out, it may have a certain impact on your reputation."

Su Li was moody: "Then don't let it get out. Take your people to poison the food of those lowly people and say that there is something wrong with this mutant beast. The Qing family has no good intentions."

"Father, it's too late. From this afternoon to the evening, recipes for various ways to eat mutant beasts have already come out. We can only focus on a few foods. At this time when meat is scarce, the people will not listen to us, and it will be counterproductive."

Su Li was totally irrational, slamming the table and venting: "Then tell me, tell me how to deal with the Qing family! You are a bunch of useless trash, why do we keep you?"

When Su Che heard this, his face turned cold. His usual forbearance prevented him from getting angry immediately: "Father, I have other ways to deal with the Qing family. Currently, I control some gangs that have conflicts with that group of people, which will be useful later."

"Why don't you just do it quickly? What are you standing here for, you piece of crap!"

Su Che turned around expressionlessly, and his face immediately became gloomy: Sooner or later, your position will be mine, and the entire Su family will be mine.

Su Li looked at Su Che's receding back: It's just a dog I raised for my son. I will get rid of it as soon as the new heir is born.