The cook in charge of cooking also learned a few simple lingua franca franca in the past few days, and Derek also learned a simple Chinese sentence or two, the most important of which was 'this'.

The food in the meal ticket area is much richer than in the ordinary area, and in the past, the only food that Derek received was porridge and steamed buns, and occasionally he could eat one or two meat buns.

But the food inside the meal ticket has completely departed from the category of porridge and steamed buns, and there are nearly seven or eight kinds of dishes on the long table.

For the first time in his life, Derek had seen so many different dishes on the same table, each one looking delicious, and the smell alone was enough to make his mouth water.

"One, three."

The cook pointed to the meal ticket that Derek was holding and told Derek how to use it in simple lingua franca, which was also explained in the sound of the horn.

Derek understood that he could use the meal ticket three times at a time, and he could choose three dishes at a time, which meant that if he wanted to use it up all at once today, he could use each dish once.

But this is too extravagant and wasteful, and it is already a cause for celebration that Derek can eat a meal of meat during his time in Scalley.

So Derek only planned to choose three dishes, but at this moment, the phobia of choice climbed into Derek's heart.

"It's... Piece... And this..."

After making the difficult choice in his life, he pointed to three dishes: soybean stewed pork soup, braised pork, and stir-fried pork belly.

Derek's Chinese was very lame, but the cook still understood what Derek meant, took the insulated box in Derek's hand and directly dug up a small half spoon and put it in.

It was a small half spoon, and Derek doubted that the spoon the cook was holding could be used as a weapon.

Derek looked at the three dishes in his bowl, and the smell alone made him unable to control himself, but Derek resisted the urge and closed his insulated box with the lid.

He walked briskly towards the outside of the cafeteria area, he was afraid that someone would come forward and snatch these 'treasures' from his hands.

But surprisingly, the refugees around him didn't do it, and Derek only felt envious eyes from all sides... This gaze inexplicably made Derek puff up his chest.

It felt like I had become a knight of honor, receiving the attention of the commoners below.

But there's one difference... In the past, Derek was a civilian watching those knights from below.

Derek enjoyed this strange sense of honor for a while, and then he returned to his tent, the seventh battalion of the refugee camp.

Her sister Tata had returned to the tent early, writing something on the table on her bed.

"Tata, can you write? And also... Where did these tools come from? ”

Derek looked in amazement at the notebook and pen his sister had placed on the table.

The most common type of pen used in this world is charcoal, and the pen Tata holds in his hand does not seem to be either of the two.

"The teacher sent it."

Tata had already written a number of words during Derek's return, one page in the world's lingua franca and the other in Chinese.

"Let's eat first."

Derek didn't feel cold as he listened to his sister talk about what happened in the first class, and his mind was now full of food.

"There's meat, brother, eat it... I don't work. ”

Tata saw the first dish of soybean stewed pork soup, which Tata used to save for Derek when they had eaten it in Scarre.

Derek used to make money in the Death Arena, not to mention how little money he made... And it is easy to get injured, and Tata knew the truth from a very young age that eating more can grow well.

"There's no need to give it to me now, we'll have meat to eat every day from now on." Derek said as he handed the spoon to Tata.

"Really?" Tata was still hesitant to bite the spoon, and Derek had used that reason to deceive her in the past.

"Really! They are not like the bad slave owners, I help them plow the fields for one day and have three days of meat to eat. Derek said that, but a meal ticket actually provides three meals a day, but for them it would be nice to have one meal a day.

Under such difficult conditions, Derek himself doesn't know why he has grown so strong, maybe it is really the protection of the gods.

Tata didn't say anything more, and as a child, she didn't have much concentration, she first tasted a little, and then she couldn't help but start eating the soybean stewed pork soup in a big gulp.

Derek felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart when he looked at his sister's eating, but he didn't rush to move the spoon, but took out the book that Niu Shan gave him.

He knows... If they return to the royal city, it is absolutely impossible for them to have this kind of treatment, in addition to the fact that the nobles of the royal city may not be able to eat such good things, there is also a point that they are the most inferior people in the royal city, and sometimes they are not even human.

But why can't he be considered a 'man'?

Niu Shan's words kept echoing in Derek's mind, and he began to recall the various deeds that those nobles and gladiatorial masters had treated him in the past.

At that time, he would be grateful that the master of the gladiatorial arena could reward Derek with a large piece of broth, but now Derek always feels that the world... Something isn't quite right.

After dinner, Tata ate a little bit, and Derek was only half-full, and before going to bed, Derek put the book that Niu Shan had given him on Tata's table.

"Tata, do you recognize these words?" Derek asked his sister.

"I just learned Chinese today, and there are many words on it that I don't recognize, but I know this word." Tata said, pointing to the first two of the five largest words on the cover.

"How do you pronounce that word?"

Derek asked with some excitement that he actually wanted to go to class too, but in order to eat so much at every meal, he had to continue to participate in the reclamation program.

But Derek thought maybe he could teach Tata to read and write.

"Society, Society, Society." Tata recited the pronunciation he had learned in class, but he was still a little awkward, "What the teacher said meant was that we are a collective, and we are related to the environment or something... I don't understand it very well, he also said that we belong to the early stage of feudal society, and we have not yet shaken off the shadow of slave society. ”

Tata learned the last sentence of the teacher in the classroom, and she had a good memory, but she had no way of understanding the meaning of this sentence.

"Slaves... Society... Will ......" Derek said the awkward word. "Then your teacher told you that they were... How can I say it..."

Halfway through the question, Derek didn't know how to continue.

"They seem to be a socialist society, what does the teacher say." Tata said.

"Maybe I'll be able to ask the others tomorrow." Derek looked at the book in his hand, and he desperately wanted to understand what kind of world Niu Shan lived in.