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She will go back in three days, there is no need to pour too many unnecessary emotions into it, it is likely that she is just touching herself.

Moreover, the people in the game world are not necessarily human beings, or they may be phantoms that once existed, and it is even possible that only those weirdnesses are real, and everything else is false.

After seeing so many tourists in the sacrificial field, she began to think about how the game world is maintained. If the spring god is really capable of maintaining a game world with such a large number of people, why should it reject itself? outside the door.

Wait a moment……

The girl's eyes widened, as if she had guessed some truth.

It is possible that this world does not reject all incoming disasters, but is simply afraid of her. You must know that what she represents is [plague]. What does this mean?

This means that a world with such a large number of people, if it encounters a disaster like [Plague], it may fall in a matter of minutes, and the festival will definitely not be able to be done.

From this point of view, it is not surprising that Quanshen would kick her out. If Zuo Tong were allowed to come in, no one would dare to think about what would happen in the end.

"Xiao Cong, come here."

After dealing with Yu Yan's greetings, Yu Shuimo signaled Zuo Tong to follow her with his eyes, Zuo Tong immediately knew what the other party was going to say, got up and followed her back to the house.

After the two came to the kitchen, Yu Shuimo turned to Zuotong and said, "Just now I chatted with your friend named Melville."

Yu Shuimo paused for a moment, as if recalling the conversation between the two, and continued after a while: "You can let her live in, but where can you let her live?"

"There are two ways. The first is to let her live in the west bedroom alone, and then you and I will live in the living room."

"The second is that the two of you live in the west bedroom."

How to choose?

Zuo Tong already had the answer in her heart, she agreed that the purpose of the other party's coming was to have a good chat with Melville, if they slept separately, there would be no time for chatting together.

So she will definitely choose the latter. As for the experience of sleeping with Yu Shuimo, the original owner has a lot of memories.

"But now there is only one choice."

Before she could make a choice, Yu Shuimo denied one of the possibilities.

"Ah?" Hearing this, Zuo Tong stared into Yu Shuimo's eyes in surprise. Could it be that she disagreed with Melville sleeping with her?

Thinking about it, Yu Shuimo would definitely not agree to putting his daughter in a room alone with a stranger, even if the other person is also a girl.

After all, no one can guarantee that the woman is not a prostitute, what if she did something to her own daughter, right?

Although Zuo Tong knew that Melville was innocent, and he had no evidence to prove that she was a prostitute, Yu Shuimo didn't know.

"..." After thinking for a few seconds, Zuo Tong asked, "Is it the first type?"

"No, it's the second type." Yu Shuimo shook his head, and said surprisingly: "Because I may not go home these few nights, I just made an agreement with her on the phone, these three nights can Let her live in."

"If you encounter any problems, just send me a message directly."

Left pupil: "?"

not going home?

Then where can she go, has she received any commission?

"Okay, it's time to eat. You can bring a few bowls of rice over here." Seeing the girl's eyes full of curiosity, Yu Shuimo didn't seem to intend to explain, and brought the topic back to lunch.

Seeing this, Zuo Tong no longer struggled, as long as the goal was achieved, even if she asked something that Yu Shui Mo didn't want to say, it was useless.

At the same time, the players who are far away from the sacrifice field are also faced with the choice of lunch.

After giving up eating boxed lunches, they came to the commercial area not far from the stage area, and heard the cries of hawking from a long distance away.

"Who is riding on a horse to buy millet? Who is riding on a horse to buy millet?" A tricycle full of sacks passed by the crowd, and the loud speakers on it kept emitting a magical sound, which made the nearby tourists a little ashamed.

In addition to the merchants selling millet, there is also an old man pushing a box cart selling roasted corn, and the shouting on the loudspeaker is not inferior to others: "I will give you a stick for 3 yuan, and I will give you two sticks for 5 yuan. Don’t be in a hurry to leave after two sticks, I’ll give you another stick.”

"Mr. Ye, are all the snack sellers here like this?"

Manan Weir was extremely shocked, it was the first time he had seen such a novel way of selling.

Won't you get beaten for being so arrogant?

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Volume 107 Yuquan Village: Chapter 6 Chapter [-] (skippable) Can you afford it? ([-]K)

Ye Bingwen wanted to say that was not the case, but he couldn't speak when he heard the cries of vendors all around.

It seems to be so...

After seeing this scene, he suddenly had a feeling of returning to the busy city of his hometown. Most of the carts and stalls are local villagers. Tourists stop and go, and occasionally they can see a few yellow-haired people stop to buy walk some.

In addition to these grilled corn and sweet potatoes, there are also grilled chicken and duck stalls on the street. The smell of various barbecues is overwhelming, and it is difficult for people to look away.

"Why don't we go here first?" Qiu Dong leaned on a cane with one hand, and stretched out the other finger to point to the roast duck stall not far away. From his undisguised eyes, it can be seen that he has a strong interest in this roast duck. eager.

"Hmm..." Melville glanced at the shop front covered with smoke and oil stains, and politely refused, "Why don't you go and have a look, I'll wait for you here."

She has no interest in this kind of roast duck on the street, and it doesn't meet her eating habits. She prefers to go to a quiet restaurant to taste the food slowly.

"What about you?" Qiu Dong turned to look at the others and asked, "I can ask for an extra serving if anyone wants to eat."

As he spoke, he waved the wad of money in his hand: "I treat you."

"Okay." When he heard that he didn't need to pay, Manan Will became more energetic, and immediately stood up and said, "I've heard of Kyushu's special roast duck a long time ago, why don't we go and have a look?"

He did not lie, he had indeed heard of Kyushu roast duck a long time ago, and there was even a shop selling Kyushu roast duck on the street near his home when he was a child, and it was very popular, the business was very hot, there were always some White people will patronize the voices there.

It's a pity that he was very poor when he was a child, and couldn't afford these things at all. Every time he passed by, he could only look at the golden duck roasting in the oven from a distance and then turned away. It was something he couldn't expect before.

Later, when he got a job and moved, Manan Will forgot about it. Seeing this roast duck today helped him regain his childhood memories—although it was not good, but for him Enough said.

"Then let's go there first, uh..." Qiu Dong hesitated for a few seconds, and then said: "You don't have to wait for us, it takes a long time for the fresh roast duck to come out of the oven, so go ahead and walk around first."

"If there is anything to do, let's call." He waved his mobile phone. With this thing in hand, it is undoubtedly much easier for everyone to communicate.

No one objected to this, leaving Qiu Dong and Manan Will at the roast duck shop, and the other three continued to walk deep into the business district, looking around, looking for the goals in their hearts.

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In front of the slightly messy roast duck shop, a rough man with shirtless arms and a black turban was sitting bored on a wooden chair at the door of the shop. Noticing Qiu Dong and Manan Will who were walking straight towards him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help grinning.

Not surprisingly, two more deals came.

Looking at the appearance of these two people, the man with an inch head walking in front is slender and powerful, with shiny skin, beautifully contoured calf muscles and steady steps... huh?

He squinted his eyes and gave himself a mental slap.

The words of steady steps make him fart, the man in front of him is a cripple...

But this is irrelevant. From the above points, it can be seen that this man often exercises, and he must not be stingy about his diet. After he often consumes a lot of energy, he must supplement high-quality protein. His roast duck is just right for him. each other's needs.

Most importantly, the other party must be rich.

It's not because he has a good eye for knowing people or some nonsense about reading countless people, but because he knows the shoes that this guy is wearing. They are limited editions of global famous brands, and they are good shoes that he has dreamed of.

Ma De, why is it that some people go shopping and wear shoes worth tens of thousands of yuan, so they are not afraid of being stepped on, huh?

Could it be the rich who spoil good things so much?

As for the black man at the back, well, it looks like he is the bodyguard of the man in front. He doesn't look like he is rich, and he is following behind the former without leaving too much distance.

Oh!

The roast duck owner's eyes became sharper, and he gradually understood everything.

This is a young man from a rich family who came out to play. He hired the black man to ensure safety after his leg was injured for some reason, and from the police uniform of the black man, it can be seen that he is also engaged in security related work Work.

"Boss, how much is the roast duck here?" Qiu Dong slowly came to the roast duck shop, and skillfully spoke to the shirtless man who stood up to welcome him: "Do you need to make an appointment?"

"35 for one, 60 for two, our store is not expensive." The owner of the roast duck restaurant said proudly: "This street is the most lively roast duck restaurant in our family."

He's not bragging, his roast duck is very good, and several roast duck restaurants in this restaurant street have been shut down by him. In terms of the crispy duck skin, no one dares to say it's better than his roast duck.

"Does that mean that you need to make an appointment?" Qiu Dong caught important information from his words in an instant. He didn't buy roast duck every time. Roast duck will be far worse in taste than just out of the oven.

Since the business of this store is booming, the supply of their roast duck must be in short supply, that is to say, this roast duck should not be related to him and Manan Will, and I don't know when the line will start from now.

"Ah...uh, yes." The owner of the roast duck shop was dumbfounded. He didn't expect this customer to be so kind. It seems that he bought a lot of roast ducks.

Just as Qiu Dong guessed, there are only 6 ducks in the oven outside behind him. Counting the oven inside the shop, there are a total of 12 roast ducks in two ovens, and each roast duck needs to be roasted for at least 20 minutes. Went in the afternoon.

This is also the reason why there are not many people in front of this roast duck restaurant. Everyone made an appointment in advance and then came to pick it up.

"Then, if we place an order now, when will the roast duck we ordered be out of the oven?" Qiu Dong didn't turn around and leave, and asked the owner of the roast duck restaurant politely: "My friend and I want to order two, but I don’t necessarily have time to pick it up in the afternoon, can I make an appointment for the evening?”

The need to make an appointment is something that a hot roast duck restaurant often faces, and it just means that their products are of good quality, so he plans to save the roast duck in the afternoon and come here to pick it up before returning to the hotel.

"Ah, let me ask." The owner of the roast duck shop replied with a smile, then turned his head and called out loudly to the shop: "Brother, how many more ducks do you want to roast?"

"Add a horse rider." A few seconds later, another man's reply came from the shop.

"You horse-riding man, can you be normal?" Hearing this, the owner of the roast duck restaurant scolded angrily, "How many more ducks do you want to roast?"

"Okay, um... there are 32 furnaces." The man in the room replied with a smile, it sounded like he enjoyed being scolded, which made Qiu Dong and Manan Will who were waiting at the side look at each other, wondering What should they say, this is the first time they have seen someone make such a request.

"I'm making you laugh, my brother, there's something wrong here." The owner of the roast duck restaurant turned his head and pointed to his head with a smile, explaining to the two of them: "I like to be scolded, only when I'm scolded." Motivation to do things, but his usual communication is not like this.”

Now that he said that, Qiu Dong didn't plan to ask any more questions. This is a family matter, and he is not interested in gossip about other people.

But are there still 32 furnaces... If there are 2 furnaces at a time, there are 16 rounds, and it will take more than 5 hours, so it will be five or six o'clock in the evening.

It seems that they came at a good time, just in time to make an appointment for the roast duck in the evening.

"Then let's pick it up in the afternoon."

Qiu Dong handed over two banknotes, and the owner of the roast duck restaurant took the money with a smile on his face: "Okay, come and leave a contact information, and we will notify you when the time comes."

Qiu Dong and Manan Weir had no objection to this, and they left the booth after adding contacts with the owner of the roast duck restaurant, but Ye Bingwen and Melville had already walked far away, and there was a steady stream of people here. There is no way to capture their figures in the crowd.

"Roast duck is served at night." Qiu Dong scanned the nearby shops, looking for a suitable shop, and said to Manan Will: "We have to find another way for today's lunch."

"Hmm." The black man looked around curiously, he couldn't move his eyes from the dazzling array of snacks, all of which he had never seen before.

"What is this for?" Suddenly, his eyes locked on a booth full of people, and he asked in confusion, "So many people?"

"Oh, this is roasted cold noodles." Qiu Dong turned his head to look at the stall that Manan Weier was watching. Although there were many people, he recognized what it was selling at a glance.

Although there are many people here, no one can block the words printed on the plaque above. The big three words "Roasted Cold Noodles" are extremely conspicuous, and there are several lines of small characters beside it, telling tourists to be in There are also a variety of options besides grilled cold noodles.

"Do you want to take a look?" He stopped and asked, "Most street food is cheap and tastes good."

It can be seen that this black man is extremely interested in the snacks here. Although Qiu Dong doesn't eat these things, he naturally doesn't mind waiting here for a while.

Unlike the blacks he met before, Manan Weir did not show that disgusting image of a dissolute person. This is a rare black man who is well-educated and has a positive and serious attitude-but he is unlucky some.

"Roasted cold noodles?" Hearing this, Maran Will also noticed a few words on the plaque. From the comparison of the fonts, it can be seen that this snack is the signboard of this store, and the other seven or eight kinds are all worthless. The font of these three characters is large.

oh.There are two words in front of the roasted cold noodles, but the color is a little lighter. The full name should be called whirlwind roasted cold noodles.

But now he has a question, can cold noodles still be baked?

It’s not that Manan Weil has never heard of cold noodles. There is a place selling cold noodles in the supermarket near his home. Naturally, he will not refuse this kind of cheap and novel food, and he has bought it for tasting Pass.

But the stall in front of him didn't look quite right. Although the chatter and hawking nearby were still there, he could still hear the sound of frying and roasting coming from the stall, but how should cold noodles be grilled?

Is it to put those hard fans directly on the fire?

God, is that still edible?

But since there are so many people queuing up here, it shouldn't be too bad, right?

Manan Weir did as the Romans did, and in just a few hours, he inherited the habit of Yuquan villagers who like to join in the fun. Curiously, he came to the stall and watched the swift and quick operation of the stall owner. A small shovel in one hand, cooking Eight servings of cold noodles.

Behind her is an old man with half-white hair. The old man is standing in front of the oil pan and is processing fried gluten, fried chicken tenders and other fried foods. The two of them are very busy, but the strong black man who suddenly squeezed in from the crowd directly attracted their attention.

The old man looked up, and when he saw Manan Will's face, his movements were instantly slowed down by half a beat.

Why is this guy so tanned?

Um?And this outfit...why does it feel a little familiar?

The aunt on the side also noticed the person coming, and the moment she saw the police uniform on Manan Weir, she instinctively dropped the shovel and pushed the cart to run away, but she seemed to sense something was wrong, and looked him up and down suspiciously, His brows became more and more furrowed.

"Oh, little Heizi, if you hadn't leaked the truth, I would have thought that the city management was here." The aunt snorted dissatisfiedly: "Scare me, it turned out to be a foreign policeman, what are you doing?"

As the owner of a food stall, it is already engraved in his DNA when encountering city management. Even if there is no such thing as city management in this small village, the habit will not be changed for a while.

"Ah..." Manan Weir didn't expect the stall owner to react so violently when he saw him. From the action of the aunt just now, it can be seen that she is ready to run away, but he is a bad country policeman, even if she really No matter what bad things he did, he couldn't enforce the law across the country.

"I'm here to buy cold noodles." In order to avoid misunderstanding, he immediately stated his purpose of coming: "Excuse me, how much is a serving of cold noodles?"