After leaving the 'Shield of the Lake', it was already early afternoon, and Lorain Hill looked at the sun hanging high and decided to find a nearby restaurant to settle for lunch and sit down for a while.

This time, Loren Hill didn't look for those luxuriously decorated restaurants, but found an ordinary restaurant to see what ordinary people in this country eat.

There is a slight noise coming from the open door, and customers sit in twos and threes, and occasionally you can hear the sound of cooking food in the kitchen, and the smell of wheat fills the store.

The dock porters and workshop workers on the ground floor do not come to the restaurant to eat, which is still too luxurious for them, and they usually set up a large pot near the place of work and boil some noodle soup and vegetables and the like. Most of the people who sit here to eat here are travelers, sailors and small merchants who come and go to Hopeland, and are considered the average people in the city.

Lorain Hill sat down slightly, and a boy came in quick steps, he was a little fat, his nostrils were a little large, he really couldn't be said to be good-looking, and he held a wooden menu in his hand that said what the shop could currently offer.

"Excuse me, what do you want to eat at noon?" The boy, who was about 14-15 years old, had a strange accent, not like a Hopland native, and he asked a little excitedly.

The girl looked at the introduction on the wooden menu he was holding.

The staple food is a simple bread with coarse black bread, white bread made from refined flour, and freshly baked bread with dried fruit.

Vegetable soups, sausages, bacon, dried fish, grilled fish, oranges and apples are also the only beverages to drink.

Several simple and common categories are written on the wooden board, and the handwriting is a little faded, and it seems that the food category of this store has not changed much.

"A white loaf of bread and two oranges, thank you." In this era, if it wasn't freshly made, she would not have tried it.

In a world where there is a lack of freezing and preservation technology, meat is generally heavily salted for long-term preservation, and it is difficult to eat directly without boiling it in the noodle soup.

"Okay, wait a minute." The little boy wrote it down, and ran away quickly, and after a while he brought out a tray from the back of the kitchen, on which was the girl's order.

Lorain Hill took a look, it was relatively clean, the plates were all simple pottery, the golden bread was glowing with a faint oil, and it was a little warm to the touch, although it was not just baked, but it was also made at noon today, and it didn't last long.

When she was eating bread in small bites, she also read the recipes of the people around her, most of them were eating cheaper black bread, and a few dried fish and the like by the way. At the seaside, fish is abundant and cheap, and is a source of meat protein in most people's diets.

In the hinterland, it is not so convenient to eat meat, and some small merchants will also transport salted dried fish to the hinterland as a commodity with the dual attributes of salt and food, but there are still many mainlanders who cannot afford to eat it.

There was a table next to it where the food was more hearty, and in the middle was a large pot of noodle soup, in which vegetables and sausage slices were placed, and they were boiled on a small stove. There were 5 adults, 3 children, and 1 elderly man, and several adult men with large glasses of ale in their hands.

By the time the girl finished her bread and began to peel the oranges, the family was ready to settle the bill.

"Waiter, come and settle the bill." One of the brown-haired men in the lead shouted.

"Okay, I'll come now."

Then there was the sound of the boy writing and drawing behind the board, and after a while he quoted the price.

"A large porridge soup, 10 white breads, 3 vegetables, 4 cups of ale wine, 2 sausages, 3 dried fish, a total of 2 silver coins and 18 copper coins."

The brown-haired man was stunned for a moment, then spoke: "Are you mistaken!" That's more than 2 silver coins at a table? ”

The boy was startled by his sudden loud tone, and slowly and carefully calculated it before he spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry guest, I miscalculated, a total of 2 silver coins and 10 copper coins, and each glass of ale is 2 copper coins more, because the price has been adjusted recently."

"You're reasonable!?" As soon as the man slapped the table, the shaking plate moved, and the fat boy's frightened body shook.

"Doing this kind of thing at a young age, it's really faceful, I've seen a lot of this kind of gutter tricks."

"What? It's crying, like a little girl, are you funny? The man said as he turned to the rest of the store, a sneer on his face, and bursts of laughter could be heard all around.

"I ..... I, I'm sorry .... It's a mistake on my part, I'll give you some relief. The fat boy stood alone at the table, tears streaming down his face, but no of his colleagues stepped forward to relieve him.

"Are you teasing me?" The brown-haired man grinned, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"It was you who said that you wanted to charge more money at the beginning, and now you are the one who says that you will collect less money, you are playing me like a gray monkey in the mountains~"

"I.... I'm not.... I'm sorry. His voice was choked and his body trembled slightly.

"Heh, I'll say I'm sorry now, why did you go earlier, you're very interesting."

Everyone else in the room was looking at the table, and every now and then there was a sound of pointing, and the boy was getting more and more panicked.

"Don't keep your head down, did your mother teach you to say that to others?"

"yes, look up." With the voice of the brown-haired man, the boy slowly raised his head, snot and tears mixed together, and the already large nostrils were even bigger.

"The way you look reminds me of one I raised in my hometown.... Good pets. ”

"It eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats, and likes to roll in the mud and make sounds when eating."

"Can you learn how it sounds?"

The boy looked at the people present with teary eyes, everyone stared at him, there was no sound, as if they were expecting a good show. A wave of sadness, grievance, and fear welled up in his heart.

.......

......

"Hmph..... Hum ..... "After a while, intermittently mixed with choking sounds, he learned to make a pig sound."

"Hahaha, he really learned."

"Interesting."

"Hahaha, what's this called, pig-headed boy?" There was a lot of laughter from people around, as if they had seen a living joke.

"Enough!" Loren Hill slapped the table, and the scene fell silent, and then she stood up.

The brown-haired man looked the girl up and down. "I said.... This young lady, it has nothing to do with you. I just taught this clerk out of kindness that if you are opportunistic and slippery like him, you will have to suffer a lot in the future. ”

"You're just taking the opportunity to insult people." The girl replied coldly, then walked over and took out three silver coins and placed them on the table.

"Let's leave after eating."

"You ......"

The brown-haired man wanted to say something, but when he saw the girl pressing a silver coin deep into the solid wooden table with her fingers, he showed a shocked expression on his face, and then stood up in a panic and pulled his family out of the house quickly.

"Cut, it's boring."

The audience around the play slowly dispersed, and at this time the boy dared to cry loudly, and the tears of grievance blurred the already ugly face, making it even more ugly and distorted.