"Boss, you just give such a little, how can the old lady eat enough!"

Looking at the hundreds of lamb skewers in front of him that were still burning on fire, the female man suddenly complained, "Is it that the old lady can't afford to pay for it!"

"Oh, Sister Fang, don't make a mess, okay, don't you see I'm busy here!" Hearing the clamor of the female man, the stall owner could only retort helplessly.

"You said that what is the use of you coming out to set up a stall every day, and you can't make any money, it is better to agree to my sister's request and go to the mercenary group with my sister, and absolutely ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing!" Hearing the stall owner's words, Wild Rose could only snort stupidly.

"Everyone has their own aspirations!" the stall owner laughed, and then slowly distributed the skewers to the surrounding tables of customers with numbered plates.

And the little pudding on the side listened to the beginning words, and he was also disappointed, "There is no number plate again......"

"Isn't it possible that you still have to have a number plate to eat?" Long Yiyi asked curiously.

"Yes, yes, this uncle does very little every day, so he later made a number plate, and only those who get the number plate can eat. Little Pudding nodded in disappointment.

"Isn't it okay to have money?" Xiao Ai on the side wondered.

"No, Uncle Uncle's stuff is very popular. Little Pudding nodded, and then there was a glint of wisdom in her eyes, which she could only possess when she was full of lust for food.

"Looks like that's the only way to use this pudding!" said little pudding.

"Which move?!" Long Yiyi wondered.

I saw the little pudding jumping up and down in front of the stall owner who was stir-frying the iron pot, pouting stupidly, staring at the stall owner with big eyes, and looking at the stall owner with an aggrieved face: "Uncle, that ...... Even when I was hungry. ”

Looking at the cute little pudding, Long Yiyi and Xiao Ai instantly felt that their worldview had collapsed...... Is this still the little pudding that I know that is the number one in the academy list?

The power of foodies is so terrible?

Looking at the little girl in front of him who looked like a porcelain doll, the stall owner stretched out his hand and patted the little girl's head, "Wait a while, wait for the uncle to finish." ”

"Okay!" the little pudding nodded obediently, and stood quietly on the side with a small mouth, watching the stall owner's uncle stir-fry the iron pot and grill all kinds of skewers.

"Little brother, I need a cold beer and twenty strings of kidneys here!" called Wild Rose beside her.

"Boss, here are ten skewers of grilled squid, and a plate of stir-fried mussel meat, remember to be spicy!"

"A cold beer and two roast pig's trotters!"

"Boss ......"

With the shouts of the customers at the table, the stall owner seemed to have grown countless hands, and became crazy busy.

Cold beer is a simple beer brewed by the stall owner, and the rest is also made by himself, which is why it is so popular, and the cold beer with the taste of the skewers is a beautiful treat no matter where it is.

When all the things on the food stall are sold out, the people next to them also know that the boss should close the stall, so they leave the money on the table, and everyone will give a little more as a service fee.

"Xiao Budian, what do you want to eat today?!" the stall owner pinched Xiao Budian's face and asked, then arranged Xiao Budian on a table that had just finished eating, and cleaned up the table.

"Uh-huh, I want this, this, and this, this...... Well, uncle, can I try a cold beer?!" the little pudding expertly picked up the menu on the table and ordered, then looked at the stall owner expectantly and asked.

"Yes, but only one drink!" the stall owner nodded.

Long Yiyi looked at the stall owner closely, the stall owner gave her a very familiar feeling, although it was very familiar, Long Yiyi never remembered who the stall owner in front of her was, whether she had seen it, the voice was very familiar, and the eyes were also a little familiar.

But the short-haired, fair-faced stall owner in front of him has really seen it?

"Wow, boss, you're opening a small stove again!"

Seeing that the stall owner once again opened a small stove for the little pudding, some mercenaries next to him shouted a little ridiculously.

"Boss, you're sorry for us!"

"That's it!"

"Boss, you're so unfair, or let's sell a cute one, how about the boss ask us to make a few strings?!"

I saw the stall owner roll his eyes and scolded with a smile: "It's embarrassing to fight with a few little girls, believe it or not, I won't leave a place for you next time?!"

"Don't, we're joking, joking......" Hearing the stall owner's smile, the teasing mercenaries suddenly waved their hands.

As the stall owner took out new ingredients from the small warehouse of his food stall, the people next to him could only watch, this stall owner has been setting up a stall in the square for more than ten days, and they have also figured out the rules of the stall owner.

The stall owner's ingredients are all purchased by himself, and this stall owner will go to the mercenary union every morning to release a list of ingredients, as long as they find the ingredients on it, they can eat delicious food for free......

It is said that on the first day of his visit, no one had paid attention to him.

It was a sunny morning, and the sea breeze tugged at everyone's heartstrings, and although it was a little salty, it felt refreshing.

The east of Donghai City is a place for mercenaries, and it is also a trade area, because it is close to the dock by the sea, so there are many people who come to the east of the city to find things to do, plus Donghai City can be regarded as a trade center in the East Continent, so there are still quite a lot of people here, and I refuse to fully count it, with a population of nearly more than five million.

Every morning you can hear the sound of huge ships entering and leaving the port, which also heralds the beginning of each day, countless strong orcs come and go to the docks, these orcs with simple heads and developed limbs are the coolies that every merchant likes, although they need to pay a certain amount of money, but it has to be said that the labor of these orcs is still worthy of praise.

The mercenaries who spent all the time drinking last night hadn't gotten up yet, but in the hall of the mercenary union, there was a relatively thin figure, compared to those mercenaries, this figure was indeed very thin......

"Well, may I ask, beautiful young lady, how do you post a task?"

At the window of the business, the reception lady was not yet awake, and she heard a slightly hoarse but unusually nice voice, she looked up and saw a man who was white and clean, and smiled very closely.

"Ah......" The reception lady blushed, hurriedly introduced it, and took out a form.

"It costs money to release tasks...... The man looked at the money needed for each level, and even the lowest level of tasks required ten Holy Spirit Coins, and couldn't help but sigh a little disappointed.

"Looks like this gentleman must have encountered some kind of difficulty......

The reception lady bit her lip and looked at the gentle gentleman in front of her, this is also a matter of appearance, and if you have low appearance, you will be considered poor...... And if you have a good look, you will feel that you must be in trouble.