Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1262: Delicious Food of the Snowy Region

Pagyi Gesang eagerly clasped Zhang Yi by the forearm. "Please forgive my somewhat lackluster reception, but I have curated a most extravagant banquet in your honor. You simply must dine with me!"

He added with a conspiratorial air, "I mentioned earlier that we possess the finest culinary treasures on earth within these borders. However, the ingredients are incredibly scarce. You have arrived at the perfect moment to indulge!"

In truth, Zhang Yi and his companions had already consumed their own supplies.

Nevertheless, it was evident that Pagyi Gesang’s grand feast served a purpose far beyond mere sustenance.

Most importantly, it provided an opportunity to discuss upcoming affairs with Zhang Yi. Furthermore, it served as a demonstration of respect toward Zhang Yi and his retinue.

Adhering to the etiquette of a guest, Zhang Yi followed the host’s lead. Moreover, he found himself genuinely curious about the supposedly incomparable local delicacies.

Before long, Pagyi Gesang truly broadened Zhang Yi’s perspective.

Within the frigid expanse of the Snowy Plateau Region, the Pagyi Family held a magnificent celebration.

Inside their palatial, opulent estate, an enormous round table was laden with an array of exquisite dishes being served in rapid succession.

The attendants circulating the room were clad in sheer garments and boasted strikingly beautiful features.

Observing this, Zhang Yi could only offer an internal sigh, remarking to himself that it felt as if all the world’s ethnicities had convened in one place.

These beauties represented a vast spectrum of complexions and origins.

The banquet was intimate, limited solely to Pagyi Gesang, Zhang Yi, and his team.

As everyone became seated, a melody began to drift through the hall. A troupe of the Snowy Region’s finest professional dancers, barefoot and graceful, entered the room to perform a mesmerizing, seductive routine.

Zhang Yi rarely prioritized entertainment shows. Even when he had the opportunity, it was usually confined to the television.

He habitually changed the channel during such segments, finding them rather monotonous.

However, observing such a grand performance live was a novel experience. Seeing dancers with fluid limbs and statuesque figures moving just inches away was truly a disorienting sensation.

Pagyi Gesang smiled toward his guests, offering, "Should you gentlemen find any of them appealing, feel free to escort them to your quarters after the meal. Please, do not be bashful."

Zhang Yi gave a faint smile. His thoughts drifted to his Twenty-seventh Concubine before he replied, "That is unnecessary. I lack such worldly desires."

Zhang Yi would never recklessly invite a figure orchestrated by Pagyi Gesang into his inner circle. After all, one could never be certain if there were ulterior motives at play.

Caution is the parent of longevity; a man is at his most vulnerable when asleep or in private moments.

Fatty Xu and Old You felt a tinge of temptation. However, Old You maintained his restraint, mindful of Zhou Haimei’s presence within Mu Yan’s Shadow Space.

Furthermore, Fatty Xu was accustomed to taking his cues from Zhang Yi.

If Zhang Yi rebuffed the offer, he certainly wouldn't dare accept. He merely bowed his head, silently continuing to consume the rice from his silver bowl.

Pagyi Gesang nodded in approval, praising, "You are truly worthy of the title of a great hero. A man of your standing is indeed rare and extraordinary."

The group continued to feast, engaging in light, non-sensitive conversation.

Since Zhang Yi’s team had just reached the Snowy Region, Pagyi Gesang played the part of the gracious host, prioritizing hospitality before broaching more serious matters.

In all fairness, the flavors of this banquet far surpassed anything they had encountered in Shengjing.

Zhang Yi asked, "This feast must be the handiwork of your renowned chef, is that correct?"

Pagyi Gesang laughed with immense pride. "Indeed! Luodan is the preeminent culinary master in our Snowy Region. The dishes he crafts are fit for the gods and Buddhas alike!"

As he spoke, he murmured, "The piece de resistance should be ready now. Everyone, the most extraordinary dish of the evening will be served immediately. Prepare yourselves!"

A flicker of intense anticipation ignited in Pagyi Gesang’s eyes.

"The components for this meal are exceedingly difficult to procure. Even I am rarely afforded the privilege of tasting it."

He gestured with his dinner knife, staring expectantly toward the entrance.

Zhang Yi exchanged glances with Fatty Xu and Liang Yue, his intrigue growing.

When considering superhumans involved in food preparation, Yang Siya could only be regarded as a partial talent.

The sustenance she conjured functioned primarily as nutritional fuel, replenishing special abilities without necessarily elevating the palate.

It was clear that the Pagyi Family’s chef, Pagyi Luodan, wielded a lifestyle-type ability specifically designed to enhance flavor.

While such a power might be considered trivial during the Apocalypse, it was a luxury of immense value to the wealthy and powerful.

Just as they pondered this, an intoxicating fragrance began to waft from the far reach of the hall.

Zhang Yi and his team widened their eyes in surprise.

They had never inhaled such a captivating scent. It defied simple description, pulling at their very souls and triggering an instinct to abandon all decorum to feast immediately.

Everyone in the hall appeared momentarily spellbound by the aroma.

The servants bowed their heads, swallowing hard. The dancers stumbled in their choreography, and the musicians lost their rhythm entirely.

Yet, none noticed the commotion. Every eye was locked on the corridor emerging from the kitchen.

Under the weight of their collective gaze, a man in a crisp white chef's uniform pushed a trolley forward with calculated precision.

His hair was styled with impeccable elegance.

Upon reaching the table, the trolley held everyone’s focus. Despite it being hidden beneath a platter cover, the scent permeated the air, impossible to contain.

Pagyi Gesang’s heavy frame jolted as he rose to his feet.

Clutching his blade, he urged, "Luodan, serve them at once!"

Chef Luodan offered a refined nod before reaching out to lift the cover.

In a work of fiction, one might expect golden light to erupt toward the heavens, playing visions of celestial music in the mind’s eye.

In reality, no such spectacle occurred.

What lay before them was a platter of flawlessly prepared meat.

It was pale, tender, and succulent, emitting an aroma that seemed to strip away one's willpower.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi’s expression hardened.

While the dish had been covered, its true nature had been masked. Now, the scent hit him with clarity.

He was instantly transported back to those harrowing days at the Yuelu Residential Complex two years prior.

When he incinerated the malevolent neighbors who had sought to destroy him, that exact same scent had filled the fire-choked air.

Although Luodan’s technique was undeniably refined, Zhang Yi’s keen olfactory senses could not be deceived by the familiar, unmistakable stench.

Zhang Yi set his chopsticks aside in silence, his gaze locking onto the beaming face of Pagyi Gesang.

"Family Head Pagyi, is this exactly what you intend to serve us?"