Wu Ling: They could only sit against the bar.

The tables and chairs throughout the dining room are made of stone, and there is an oil lamp on each table, so that the light in the room is only visible.

Behind the bar was the boss - Thick-armed Punk, who was tall and fat, over fifty years old, with unusually thick arms, from which the "thick arms" came from.

"What to eat?" asked the thick-armed punk in a hoarse voice.

Wu Ling: "How are you, Punk?"

The thick-armed punk recognized Wu Ling, and his tone was still very respectful, "Oh, it's Wu Ling, I haven't seen you for many years, how can I be willing to eat a steak today?"

Wu Ling put her arms on the bar and interlocked her fingers, "I won the game in the gladiatorial arena tonight and made a few small bucks, so I took the children out for a good meal." ”

The fat face of the thick-armed punk stiffened for a second, and suddenly said, "Oh...... You're the one who made Kato's fat pig mess tonight?"

Wu Ling nodded.

Thick-armed punk: "Haha, worthy of Wu Ling, the winner of the King's Cup, the most talked about topic in the restaurant tonight is you." ”

Punk took four glasses, laid them out in a row, and lifted the jar and poured a dark purple liquid from it.

Thick-armed punk: "I'll treat you to a drink." ”

"Wine?" Gasol couldn't wait to take a sip, "Wow! What the hell is this?"

Obviously it doesn't taste good.

Thick-armed punk heard Gasol's words, and his fat face sank.

Wu Ling apologized to the thick-armed punk: "Gasol is new from Earth, and he is not used to drinking your wine. ”

Wu Ling said to Gasol again: "On Mars, there is no formal winery, and the wine everyone drinks is made in a small winery, and the craftsmanship is not very good. What Punk invited us to drink just now was his own wild wine, but it was a little sour and tasted good. Wine is a luxury on Mars, very expensive. He asked Punk again, "How much does a glass of wild wine cost, Punk?"

Thick-armed punk: "I invited you to drink these four cups, because I am very happy that you have taught Kato Fat Pig a lesson." If you want to drink, you'll have to pay me two silver coins for a glass. ”

Two silver coins for a cup, just poured four cups for Wu Ling and them, that is, eight silver coins, if it weren't for the rough arm punk who really admired them, he wouldn't have invited them to drink such an expensive wine.

Hua Zixuan stood up and stretched out his hand to the thick-armed punk, "Thank you for inviting us to drink such an expensive wine, and I apologize to you on behalf of my friend." ”

The thick-armed punk stretched out his fat hand and struck Hua Zixuan, "Good boy, I will come here often in the future." ”

Gasol: "Hey, Punk, I'm hungry, get me a medium-rare filet mignon!"

Thick-armed punk snorted, "No filet mignon." ”

Gasol frowned, "Ah...... Ribeye steak is OK too!"

Thick-armed punk: "No. ”

Gasol let out a long breath, "Whew...... Well, there's always a T-bone steak, right?"

Thick-armed punk shrugged: "Neither." ”

Gasol was a little impatient, "So what do you have?"

Thick-armed punk: "Only minced steaks." ”

Gasol looked frustrated, "Okay, bring me one, medium-rare, add more sauce." ”

Wu Ling: "Punk, let's come to four portions, they all have to be seven cooked." He then replied to Gasol: "Ground meat steak is not hygienic, it has to be medium-rare to kill bacteria." ”

Thick-armed punk turned around and went to the back kitchen to report the food.

Gasol said to Wu Ling: "Dad, it's okay tonight, next time I must eat a whole filet mignon!"

Hua Zixuan said to Gasol: "I think it's good here, at least I can speak loudly, and no one dislikes me as a slave." ”

Gasol: "That's because you don't have taste. ”

Hua Zixuan said to Wu Ling: "Dad, why don't you spend ten gold coins to redeem me, and I will still fight for you." ”

"Hey......" Wu Ling shook his head, "Don't even think about it, after helping me get the King's Cup, I will redeem you, this agreement can't be changed." Once you are no longer my slave, I will not be able to control you. ”

Soon, four steaks were served, and the aroma was tangy, not because the steak was a little good, but because they hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

Hua Zixuan chewed and asked, "Punk, how much does such a minced meat steak cost?"

Rough-armed punk said as he worked, "20 silver coins." ”

Hua Zixuan: "It's enough to be a two-body slave, but it's really expensive." ”

Rough-arm punk: "It's all because of the climate of Mars, do you know how hard it is to raise a cow here, it's as expensive as it is to be transported from Earth." ”

Gasol drank the wild wine in his glass and touched the glass on the bar, "Cyberpunk, is there anything else, let's say...... Whiskey. ”

Thick-armed punk glanced at him, "I see that you haven't woken up from your dream on the earth, I don't have any wine on the earth, of course, those big slave masters have good wine in their hands, all of them are smuggled from the earth, and that kind of good wine costs at least ten gold coins for a drink, which is not what you can think of." ”

Gasol swallowed a bite of steak, "Don't be presumptuous, Punk, one day, I'll let every Martian drink the best wine of Earth." Alas, do you have anything else here besides this sour wild wine, which has a slightly higher degree?"

Thick-armed punk: "Beaded fruit wine, the alcohol content is about 30 degrees, I want 5 silver coins a glass, do you want to try it?"

Gasol thought that 5 silver coins was not a small amount, and turned his head to look at Wu Ling and ask for his opinion.

Wu Ling: "Then let's have two cups, and give Zixuan a cup to try." ”

Thick-armed punk went to fetch the wine.

Hua Zixuan asked Wu Ling: "Dad, what is the beaded fruit wine made of?"

Gasol also straightened his ears to listen.

Wu Ling: "Beaded fruit wine, of course, is made from beaded fruit. The beaded fruit is the fruit of the beaded fern. The beaded fern is a plant unique to Mars, and its fruit is a bunch of small particles, so it is called a beaded fruit. When ripe, the beaded fruit is sweet and delicious, and it is a fruit often eaten on Mars. ”

"The wine is coming!" Rough-armed punk put two glasses on the bar.

Hua Zixuan and the others couldn't wait to pick it up and taste it, it tasted better than wild wine. But it also has problems, and the fermentation is not sufficient.

Wu Wei pursed her lips and said to the thick-armed punk: "Punk, bring me a glass of beaded fruit wine too." ”

Wu Ling hurriedly said: "Punk, don't, girls can't drink high alcohol." ”

Wu Wei pouted angrily, very cute. Taking advantage of Wu Ling's inattention, she picked up Hua Zixuan's wine glass, tasted it, and then shook her head, obviously not as good as the beaded fruit juice.

Gasol's steak was finished in a few bites, and he was not full, so he wanted to ask for another one, but Wu Ling felt sorry for 20 silver coins, so he had to ask him for a tortilla and ten copper coins.

Gasol was eating a tortilla and suddenly pouted and sniffed hard, "Uh-huh...... Somebody smokes?"

Wu Ling: "That's right, tobacco is also grown on Mars, but there is no cigarette factory, if you want to smoke, you have to roll it yourself." Cyberpunk has it here. ”

Gasol: "I want to smoke one. ”

Hua Zixuan was very interested.

Wu Ling said to the thick-armed punk: "Give us two cigarettes." ”

Wu Wei: "It's three, I want it too!"

Wu Ling: "Punk, don't listen to her, girls smoke and grow beards." ”

Wu Wei slapped the table angrily, "A trick to deceive children!"

Thick-armed punk shouted to a girl at the bar, "Miley, roll two for the guests here." ”

The girl named Miley was fifteen or sixteen years old, and her face was full of freckles and very thin. Her hands were dexterous, and the notes and tobacco quickly turned into cigarettes without any worries.

Mai Li handed over two cigarettes, and Wu Ling stroked her blonde hair, "What a sensible child." ”

Gasol and Hua Zixuan took the cigarette, lit it on the oil lamp, took a puff, Hua Zixuan: "Ahem...... It's choking!"

Gasol looked like he was enjoying it, "This is exciting, much better than on Earth." ”

Wu Ling: "The temperature difference between day and night on Mars is so large that the crops here are fuller and more nutritious than those on the earth, including tobacco, so the cigarettes here are much more energetic. ”