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Bai Ziyue had a talent for culinary skills.
In his previous life, his parents had run a small restaurant for over a decade. Over time, through watching and listening, combined with his passion for experimentation, his culinary skills gradually surpassed his father's, who was the head chef. As a result, whenever he returned home during holidays, he would end up taking over the kitchen, and the family's business saw a noticeable improvement.
Before, he had no choice. Now, with some free time at his disposal, he naturally chose to show off his skills and satisfy his cravings.
As he made his way to the kitchen, Bai Ziyue stopped by the table, ignoring the little dog's startled, limping dash away in fear. He opened the cloth bag and cut off a small piece of Snake Demon Flesh.
The Snake Demon Flesh was tough and thick, about the size of a palm, but it weighed over two pounds.
