Perhaps because of occupational diseases, Liu Ziru always believes that no matter what it is, as long as it is connected to appetite, it can make people accept it faster.

Although it is said that there is such a thing as Chinese character biscuits, it was not made by him, nor was it invented by him. However, he felt that this thing was indeed very useful.

Christina opened the box and was very happy to see the kanji cookies inside. However, she immediately wondered, "Store manager, why do you always like to give me food?" ”

As a store manager and a serious superior, Liu Ziru certainly can't say that he has a hobby of eating others.

He said righteously, "I think interest is the best teacher." You see, there is no one in this world who doesn't eat, right? So, if you associate something with food, you can get anyone interested. If, not interested, it must be that the food is not tasty. ”

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with Christina, and she doesn't think there's anything wrong with Liu Ziru's theological theory, and she thinks it makes sense.

In the end, the two of them bought a lot of children's books, and as for clothes, they only picked out two simple sportswear. The shoes were also changed to ASICS's professional running shoes.

Although Christina felt that this outfit was less protective, it was still very comfortable to wear.

Liu Ziru looked up and down at the new Del Christina, feeling a lot better. He was hesitating now whether to take her to buy underwear.

At this moment, Christina seems to be in a vacuum...... At least the one above is empty...... Because of the sportswear, Liu Ziru had already seen the two points protruding from the rounded arc.

Buy!

After some struggle, justice finally defeated evil, and Liu Ziru pulled Christina to the underwear area.

Christina looked at the rows of underwear and said normally, "I don't wear these very much." ”

"Must wear in this world! This is the most basic etiquette! Liu Ziru affirmed.

No matter how much nonsense he talks about now, Christina will believe it. After all, for Christina, now Liu Ziru represents the authority of this world. It's basically the same thing as a child worshipping their father.

As a father, there will inevitably be a period of psychological decline. As the children grow older, they grow older. The children's knowledge is getting richer and older. The tall father figure will inevitably fall off the altar, and the psychological discomfort will inevitably experience a landslide.

"Ahem! Please help her pick it! Liu Ziru said to the salesperson.

Because in recent years, people have become tired of the overly enthusiastic shopping guide, so in recent years, a new supermarket-style shopping model has become popular.

The clerk will not take the initiative to promote any products, customers choose to see by themselves, choose to go to the fitting room to try, and when the trial is suitable, they can buy it.

They don't actively sell, but that doesn't mean they won't. Due to the language barrier, Liu Ziru is still useful.

After flipping through it, the two of them gradually reached an agreement and began to hold different styles of underwear and gesture.

At first, the shopping guide recommended some lace-silk clothing with a slight sexuality, while Christina obviously preferred cotton fabrics that looked slightly less good, but had a more solid feel and material.

After about ten minutes of selection, Christina finally chose some more suitable underwear and carried it to the fitting room.

"Who is she?" After Christina left, the shopping guide chatted with Liu Ziru.

"Americans, but they're suburban, and they speak in dialects, so you may not understand them." Liu Ziru replied.

"No wonder." The shopper nodded. She was still wondering just now, obviously she had passed the sixth level of English, and the young customer opposite spoke like English, but why she couldn't understand it. Is there a problem with the English that I have learned for so many years?

Hearing the male customer's explanation, she was relieved that she didn't learn English by herself.

The two of them chatted for several minutes, and during the whole process, Liu Ziru was pulling eggs. Although the content of the conversation was quite out of tune, Liu Ziru thought of a very real problem. How can I introduce this new clerk to my friends later?

If she looks ordinary, it's okay to say that she looks like an Oriental. However, she obviously looks like a Westerner.

I don't usually have much contact with foreign countries, so if they ask, how should I answer?

Questions, they're all questions.

Christitina tried it out, Liu Ziru swiped the card to checkout, and the two of them left the mall with big bags and small bags.

"It's horrible!" Christina, who looks like a fresh and athletic girl, sighed while chewing on Chinese character cookies.

Liu Ziru listened to the sound of her clicking and chewing biscuits like a hamster, and felt a little uncomfortable.

There are two natural enemies in catering, one is cockroaches and the other is mice.

It stands to reason that the radiation canteen has been in business for so many years, and cockroaches and rats should have been there for a long time, and they have spread throughout the building.

But, strangely, there wasn't a single rat or cockroach in the Fallout cafeteria. It's not like a restaurant at all.

You must know that even the most high-end star-rated hotels can't completely eliminate the traces of these small animals.

It is the instinct of creatures to yearn for food, and rats and cockroaches do not come, is it too unpalatable to cook by themselves?

Liu Ziru has carefully explored this question. He tasted all the dishes he had made and asked the customers who ate at the restaurant. It's no problem to eat. That only proves that it is not the food you cook that is problematic, but the house where you open the store.

Also, if the house is normal, there will not be a fixed time every week, and there will be a group of people from another world to eat.

Liu Ziru also wondered why these people came to this world and went back after just one meal. Logically speaking, or according to the rationale of the starting point. Even if you don't dominate the other world, at least you will take some goods from that world and be a second-class dealer happily.

However, whenever Liu Ziru asked about this, the wasteland visitors who were asked were secretive. It's as if there's a big secret in it.

Over time, Liu Ziru didn't ask, after all, he couldn't ask the result.

"What's so scary?" After recalling, it took a while for Liu Ziru to pick up Christina's words.

"It's so expensive here! It's a gold-eating beast! Christina said.

"Well, I also think it's scary, so I rarely come here." Liu Ziru responded.

"Then why did you bring me?"

"Because you need new clothes."

"That'...... What's that? Christina asked, pointing to the roadside stall.

"That's an octopus ball, do you want to eat it?"

"Yes!" Christina, who was still chewing a small biscuit in her mouth, replied without thinking.

Although you can always see octopus balls sold on the street, there are not many that can really be delicious.

If you want to make a good octopus ball, in addition to testing the master's personal production level and the quality of the ingredients, there is also a big problem, that is, there must be enough foot traffic.

Why is that?

The answer is simple. This is due to the taste characteristics of the octopus balls. The best tasty octopus balls are the ones that are crispy on the outside and burst into a rich soup when you bite into your mouth.

If there is not enough foot traffic in the place where the stall is set up, there will be two consequences. One is to continue to bake on the stove, and the octopus balls are overcooked, and although the crust is still crispy, the liquid soup inside has also solidified into a hard lump.

The other is to put the grilled octopus balls in the box, so that when someone comes to buy them, although the soup is still there, the crispy skin is gone.

Christina approached the stall and didn't rush to ask for a small octopus ball, but watched what they were doing.

There are two iron plates on the stall. Each iron plate is five horizontal and eight vertical, which is exactly enough to make forty octopus balls.

The iron plate on Christina's left hand side was empty, and the master on the opposite side took the oil brush and lightly touched each hemispherical groove, and with the turn of his wrist, he brushed all forty grooves with oil.

After brushing the oil, the master took out a high metal hole with a switch on the handle. Hovering over the groove in the far corner, pressing the trigger, a viscous liquid flowed out of the mouth of the funnel.

Left, up, right, up, left, groove after groove, and so it was paved.

Next, the chef put chopped onion, chopped lettuce, and diced octopus into the groove. Wait a little longer, take out the steel skewer, and flip the small balls from the very center.

The steel skewer in one hand is against the bearing force of the ball, and the steel skewer in the other hand is responsible for rotation. Thousands of repetitions, the master's skillful movements, he may have rotated each ball for less than a second. In less than a minute, he had turned over all the balls.

Of course, the flip is not a full turn, but a half-turn. Because, leave time for the new sphere to take shape.

Christina is very obsessed with such regular and beautiful things, and she keeps eating small cookies in her mouth, and her eyes are staring directly at the octopus balls.

Liu Ziru waited for the octopus balls on this iron plate to be cooked, and then said two boxes to the boss. The boss used a steel needle to pick the small balls into the boat-shaped box. The assistant next to him, after filling the box, is responsible for sprinkling spices on it.

Bonyu flakes, chopped seaweed, mayonnaise, tomato sauce.

Christina was holding a box of octopus balls as if she were holding a work of art.

"Eat slowly, hot!" Liu Ziru advised, he looked at the time, it was still plenty of time from the agreed time, don't be too anxious, the time to take a taxi after eating should be just right.

Christina is once again a golden kitten, perhaps because she is the type to look thinner in her upper clothes. Wearing sportswear, she looks a little thin, full of that thin beauty.

Of course, the actions of the two people at this moment are not beautiful. Big pockets of things were all placed on the ground, and two people squatted on the side of the road, tasting junk food from the street.

Christina looked at the traffic coming and going, and asked a little strangely, "Isn't there a shortage of resources in your world?" ”

"How is there no shortage!" Liu Ziru replied, "If there was no shortage of resources, I would have run into the communist-industrial-socialist world a long time ago." ”

"Then why are there so many cars on the road?" Christina asked, gesturing to the car on the road.

Liu Ziru also looked at the car and asked rhetorically, "How many people do you think there are in this city?" ”

Christina didn't take off her shoes, she moved her feet, and she thought back to the people she saw. Slightly surprised.

Ten thousand?

Apparently more than ten thousand.

Lakh?

It seems that there are more than 100,000, so how many are there......

Is it a million?

Christina was startled by the numbers she had imagined.

Even in the capital of the New California Republic, the New California Republic, Shady Town, there are not so many people. According to a rough calculation, the number of people in Shady Town is just over 100,000. Is this another Shady Town, so many people?

Despite her imagination, Christina still couldn't think of a scene where so many people lived in one city.

If nothing else, it's just how to satisfy eating. That's a million mouths!

Seeing that Christina didn't speak, Liu Ziru said to herself, "There are more than 20 million people in this city, nearly 30 million people. How much more are these cars compared to so many people? Not much.

Although, so many people live in the same city. However, almost everyone is unaware that there are so many people in this city.

For people who go back and forth to high-end banquets every day, the people at the bottom turn a blind eye. For people who work hard to make a living by picking up garbage, they don't see people on top either.

For those white-collar workers who take the subway to and from the company and the rental house every day, on the one hand, they despise those who pick up garbage to support their lives and work hard, and even shame them, on the other hand, they envy those who are on the high and hope that one day they will be part of them.

I don't know that from that day on, labor seemed to have become a shameful thing. In fact, I have always believed that labor is the most glorious, otherwise I would not still be guarding that broken canteen.

I don't like consumerism, but in this day and age, consumerism is the mainstream, so what can I do?

Of course, as a human being, there is no need to cry all day long. Since you have taken this path, let's go on well. ”

Liu Ziru's face became a lot sunny, "If you really want to talk about my living conditions, maybe it will make many people envious and jealous." I didn't work hard, I didn't struggle much, I had a dozen houses, even if I didn't do anything, I collected rent every month, it was enough for me to live. ”

Christina heard it in a fog, and she didn't understand what Liu Ziru was sighing.

After Liu Ziru sighed, he ate the octopus balls in three or two bites, and he looked at Christina, "Let's go on the road after eating, and we'll go to play in a while." ”

"Play?" Christina asked.

"yes, play. You see, for me, this kind of comparison is insufficient, more than inferior. It's hard to struggle upwards, and it's hard to slide downhill, isn't what you can do is play? Liu Ziru said slightly self-deprecatingly.

Christina nodded inexplicably, and suddenly she saw a new snack cart and asked, "What's that?" ”

"That's stinky tofu." Liu Ziru replied.