Amidst the aroma, there was indeed a rich scent of meat that constantly whetted the appetite.
However, beyond the scent of meat, Su Mo could still distinguish a very "familiar" smell.
It was like...
Psychic energy water???
"Mr. Su, you're here!"
Standing in front of the cafeteria, Zhang Bowen paced back and forth with an anxious expression. It wasn't until he saw Su Mo appear that his face lit up with sudden joy. He hurried over to greet him.
"Mr. Su, I've prepared a special seat for you. You really have to taste the cooking of the chef I hired today. Their food smells so good. I've never had anything this fragrant, not even when I went to the grand restaurants in Hope City with my dad."
As he spoke, a lingering flush remained on Zhang Bowen's face.
