"What is the reason for the closure of 136?" On the other side of the phone, someone pushed away the office chair and asked.

"What else? There is a shortage of manpower. Now Mendong City has to issue hundreds of documents every day, even if less than 30% of them will live for a long time, and less than 10% will settle down in the end, we can't keep an eye on them all, right? ”

In fact, will the Church of the Two Moons send an army to the West or hire Elthas to infiltrate West Erta and even Mendong City? That's for sure.

The merchant group is one of the ways to enter the shield city and even Mendong City in an open and honest manner. Therefore, even if the Bimonthly Church sends people to visit with public funds, it will not be a big problem for Mendong City.

What are you afraid of? It's nothing more than the same way that the green thieves at the end of the school started, with a little knife and a small wand, to launch an attack on civilian facilities and residents like a magician who was surrounded in a granary.

The aristocratic Rama Hedi was immediately excluded from the dangerous situation. From here on, there is no need for Mendong City's security system to assign her any more plainclothes to watch.

It's not that the excessive surveillance of the Elta people violates the rights of people, but the human resources for a thousand days of thieves are indeed insufficient. The plainclothes were responsible for the investigation and arrest of ordinary crimes, as well as the possible infiltration crimes of the Bimonthly Western Expeditionary Army. And sometimes it acts as a hook to catch up on the economic crimes of the people of Elta themselves...... It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are receiving one salary and doing three jobs.

"I heard that the 'Continental Court of Rights' with headquarters moved to Ontario only launched a complaint against our thirteenth Otherworldly Men yesterday? I thought it was because of this. ”

"Hehe, who's taking them seriously now?" Deputy Qian picked up a stack of files, got up and walked out of the office with the box. "Those fools who talk to themselves still think that they are pointing fingers in Strasbourg? At this point, it's still disgusting, it's really stubborn. ”

The quarrel in the office next door to the archives came to an end for the time being.

Remembering the route from the Grand Hotel to the Grilled Gluten Shop, Rama Hedi maintained her disguised identity - the fastest walking speed of a human girl, and went straight from the hotel to the Grilled Gluten Shop five hundred meters like a wind.

Before she crossed the street from the main road, she smelled something she had never experienced at all. Doesn't it smell like barbecue?

Yes, it's not a barbecue. The location of the baked gluten shop is nothing more than the back of the original "Tin House Restaurant Street", but now the tin house has been completely demolished, and the shops have all retreated into regular stores.

The newly renovated commercial buildings are still a bit lonely, and there are a number of shops along the street with closed roller shutters – which are reserved for other shops along the entire street in the future. Citizens come with money to eat and drink, of course, to satisfy the desire to see and buy, or the same sentence - when money flows, that is wealth.

Naturally, the elves would not understand the doorways of the technique of making a fortune in silence, even the misers of the Elta and the Two Moon Church would not understand. It is estimated that only Elta, who is studying in the "Mendong City No. 1 Middle School Junior High School", will understand some of the mysteries. Ramahedi was concerned about what it tasted like.

It was only after she rounded the corner that she fully understood. She simply couldn't separate the flavors of these foods. In our words, it's a symphony orchestra and a Chinese folk orchestra with traditional African instruments and various electronic instruments mixed with MIDI1......

If you can isolate the smell from the inside, that's hell. Even Ramaheti, whose physical functions are completely different from ordinary people, can't do it.

Rama Hedi couldn't help but open her mouth wide as she looked at the two rows of various hotel stalls that slipped past in front of her.

The current snack street is not the same size as it used to be. More varieties have been introduced into the whole street, from the national chain level to the regional chain level, and several shops that used to be popular have opened branches in the middle of the industrial zone, so as not to worry about the business being robbed here.

The concept of a baked gluten shop has been forgotten by Ramahe. Miss Elf, who was pumped out of her soul, couldn't take a step, just like a child who strayed into a candy house, and she also wanted to try it, and she also wanted to eat it.

Money – temporary vouchers are not a problem for her. The question is what to try first today? The ingredients here seemed to work with strange spices and strange cooking methods, at least she hadn't seen before.

A hint of a unique smell in the air was captured by her. It was obviously the smell of beef, but the aggression of the smell was far beyond her realization. As soon as she turned her head, the restaurant with a bull's head painted on the sign was on her left. She could feel the scent wafting from the shop.

Invisible scent molecules envelop every inch of La Mahati's senses, carrying the elves with zero tolerance to the unknown and food.

In fact, this is just an ordinary beef noodle shop, not the famous Ma Olu in the northwest, and not the military village beef noodle faction known to the whole country because of special history and documentaries, but a mix of Chaoshan and northern styles, which can be seen all over the country, and is just an ordinary shop.

And the way to get the beef to give off the aroma of Ramaheti is something that has never been heard in the whole world. Even if you add all kinds of vegetables and soft beef pieces smashed by a hammer, you can't remove the fishy smell of the meat itself - while peppercorns, star anise, and cinnamon can do it. Of course, a large part of the fragrance that Miss Elf smells is actually the smell of the fragrance volatile from the spices.

Walking into the store, the glass tables were not full of customers at all. Of course, Rama Hedi doesn't pay attention to the attendance problem, and the average price of beef noodles itself is at the level that ordinary Elta workers need to sacrifice their teeth.

The receptionist and apprentice is Elta, and the fat man in the apron, who also has black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, is clearly the chef and owner. Behind the counter seems to be directly the open kitchen, and you can see those glittering kitchenware, which seems to be very different from the shape of Elta and the outside world.

On the wall, which is flush with the counter and extends to the ceiling, there is a bright and bright menu with clearly marked prices.

This is something that Rama Hedi praised in her heart. She has learned this virtue many times today, from the laboratory to the station to the hotel, and even here. Not to mention Elta, in other corners of the world, the merchant rarely puts the perfect price on all services and goods, and can only bargain between him and the customer to arrive at the final price. Of course, the consequence of this is very simple, that is, the transaction price of ordinary products depends on the customer's bargaining power.

Rama Hedi has seen too many quarrels and disputes between bargains. It seems like a long, long time ago, when humans were still bartering, and they would quarrel over how much wood a piece of meat should be exchanged for. Even though much time has passed, this has not changed in the slightest.

Being able to cut the price in two clearly, it is true that this group of people from the other world has taken the moral side when doing business. Although the benefits are reduced, Ramahedi simply thought that this would increase the number of customers.

"Hmm...... A bowl of beef noodles and a ...... Tripe. Although it wasn't the menu she was holding, Rama understood the purpose of the suspended menu. She looked down to see that Elta's apprentice receptionist was signaling to her with a checklist. To be honest, she still eats relatively little of the cow's belly, and this time it is purely to summon up the courage to explore the truth.

"It's eight dollars in total, do you want to pay cash or a temporary coupon?"

A $10 temporary coupon has been handed over. That's the advantage of having a clear price, so you know in advance how much you're going to pay, Ramaher thought. Could it be that the Otherworldly people used their very shrewd business acumen to bring the Elta to their knees?

"Well, here's the two-dollar temporary coupon for you, please wait."

The chef behind the apprentice took the order and pressed it on the iron stick next to the board. And Ramaher, who is here, also found a seat to sit down.

The chef is so tricky that he creates a dough between his hands. Rama Hedi looked at the picture on the menu in confusion - this is a thin noodle, shouldn't it be dough?

The next second.

The dough is instantly pulled apart by the chef's hands. Ramahedi almost couldn't close her mouth in astonishment—weren't the noodles cut? Can you still play like this?

"Smack!" It was the sound of noodles hitting the chopping board, stirring up countless dry flours. Barely waiting for the thick noodles to return to the highest point, the chef's hands turned up and down again, and in between, his hands seemed to change again.

The single thick noodles were instantly stretched into thin strips between the fingers.

It's not like watching a chef cook, it's watching an acrobatic show! With tens of thousands of years of experience, Rama Hedi couldn't help but be stunned at this time. As for the aftermath of the back, she also watched it with her mouth open. She could begin to understand why the apprentice seemed so submissive to Chef.

Once you have learned this set of noodle-making skills, it will not be a problem to blend into the royal family's kitchen!

The dough turns into a collection of thin noodles after a while. The chef easily tore the noodles and threw them into a boxy cauldron, tucking the knot back into another piece of dough. This is not the end of the calculation, he has already pulled out the big bowl and opened the box next to him

It was chopped tripe. Just boiled? Rama Hedi was puzzled. But she's completely mentally prepared, this chef definitely has more to come!

Sure enough. What seemed to be the liquid of wine, mixed with spices that Ramahedi knew nothing about, was tumbling in a large bowl. Although it was not heated, the smell of the beef broth had spread throughout the restaurant. The chef motioned for the apprentice to put the salad on a plate, and he jerked out a wire mesh spoon from the pot.

The yellow noodles popped out of the water and lay obediently at the bottom of another bowl. The chef's right hand, which had just held the bowl, had moved to another pot, and it was a refreshing beef broth—only the color of a dark sauce that Ramahedi had never seen before.

After a series of performances, the two bowls on the plate and on the plate were brought to Ramah Die, who was salivating and star-eyed. She was now beginning to believe that the reason why the Elta people succumbed to visitors from the other world was not just force, nor was it just commerce, but the desire of the mouth!

Of course, she'll fix that answer soon.