300 The Ape King’s Mate

A pot of noodle soup was only enough to distribute to fifty plus people, so she had to cook six to seven pots at least.

Standing next to the fire, Bai Qingqing was covered in sweat. Heart aching for her, Parker chased her away and took over the cooking. None of the remaining females were annoyed by the waiting. Though they were anxious, they waited patiently.

Parker, who was even more skilled in the culinary arts than Bai Qingqing, cooked two pots at one go. Not only did he not appear flustered at all, but the soup he concocted was also even more alluring and was ready in a shorter time.

After the females finished eating, none of them left. Instead, they would rather steam in this sauna-like place on such a hot day, just so that they could greedily sniff the aroma in the air.