Salesman and spy are two professions that are very different, and Qian Jing is neither good at the first, nor even knows anything about the second. He walked out of the Burning Stone Restaurant, put on a mask and put his hands on it, and slowly walked towards the "Happy Restaurant" thinking about this question: Why did Raisa let him come out to find out information?

The answers range from having strange luck, honing one's abilities, being harmless to humans and animals, making it easier to get along with people, and negotiating well and having nothing to do but being awkward to stay together.

"Alas, if I hadn't had that embarrassment on the battleship, maybe I could have been more intimate now?" Qian Jing didn't know if his thoughts were right, anyway, he was thinking all the way to the Happy Restaurant. As a spy, he obviously doesn't have that ability. Trying to track down Mayor Zhuang Xing and then ask him about the whereabouts and plans of the Eagle Group - this is absolutely insane. Based on the experience of playing the game, the tavern is a place where information gathers, and you may have a harvest here.

There is only one happy restaurant in the entire Ohara Castle with a population of one million, so you can imagine how crowded it will be. Everyone will be given a small seat at the door, slid along the conveyor belt in front of the bar, and the robot bartender will dispense the drink you want. When the belt reaches the end, you'll have to leave, unless you're willing to pay an extra ticket and sit in a fixed seat next to you.

Qian Jing didn't have a plum ticket, but he had canned luncheon meat, enough for him to make ten trips back and forth on a moving seat, or sleep all night in a fixed seat—both of which he wanted to try.

"I'm just like him," Qian Jing pointed to the man in front of him, ordering food in the simplest way. The round-headed and round-brained autobot nodded and took a ten-yuan plum ticket from Qian Jing's hand. It stretched out its four-limbed mechanical arm from its back, and it only took ten seconds to bring a package to Qian Jing.

A large wooden mug containing a yellowish drink similar to beer, but the smell suggests that it has a much higher alcohol content. This thing doesn't taste good at all, it's just spicy and choking, and when you drink it, your throat and stomach feel like it's on fire. Qian Jing would definitely not buy this kind of wine when he was fine, but if it was in the ice and snow and was about to freeze, he would be happy to take a big sip of such a drink.

There were also two plates in the tray, one of which was a purple dimp, one large and the other small, with a number of thin, curved indentations parallel to each other on the surface. This is a parallel world Earth, where there are very few biological differences and the food is universal. Qian Jing took a bite with confidence, but he immediately regretted it. This purple pit has no taste or aroma, in other words, it is not tasty.

"What kind of food is this?" Qian Jing muttered.

"Purple sweet potato flour and sage noodles made of wotou. The robot bartender stopped in front of Qian Jing and slowly moved with him. Its bulb eyes flickered on and off, and the neck of the mechanical lever rattled, which made it feel weird. "You have the number of the Burning Stone Restaurant on this dress, you are not from the Great Plains, are you?"

Qian Jing smiled: "You can see this? In that case, tell me about it, I know the purple potato, but what is this saint face?"

"Mr. Yuan used highland barley as the benchmark variety to improve, combined the characteristics of eight food crops, greatly improved the cold resistance, and can grow in a low-light environment. We call this kind of flour made from the fruit of barley a saint's face. ”

"Food is the way to live, and I respect that. Qian Jing took a hard bite of the purple-red nest and chewed it hard.

Seeing this, the machine bartender pointed to the super strong wine in front of Qian Jing and said, "You can drink some steel torrents, that will make the sage's face and head better to swallow." ”

Qian Jing nodded and took a sip. The nest in his mouth seemed to melt in the alcohol suddenly, and he was immediately ready to chew and swallow. The flavours have also become a little softer, at least less punchy.

The last thing left on the plate, the size of a fleshy bean, was a bug that had never been seen before. Its cooking method is very simple, it is grilled over a fire, the skin is a dark yellow grilled color, with a little garlic aroma, and it is served directly on the plate.

"This is garlic worms, farmed in a nutrient solution, an excellent source of protein, it contains almost all the types of protein your body needs, and it's garlic flavored, it's very tasty. The bartender bot emits a simulated human laugh from the megaphone and says, "If you don't like this meat, we also have sheep and mice here, which are cheaper." ”

"Thank you, there are two and a half words in the name of the garlic worm, and there is only one word in the sheep and mouse that I dare to eat, so let's do this. Qian Jing imagined the footage in the wilderness survival TV show in his mind, and it was also "crunchy", but this was indeed garlic-flavored, very similar to the garlic cloves in the skewers in the night market, which was unexpected.

"Hey, this is good, two more sets. ”

"You can only order once in a round, and you need two more rounds to play two more sets. Alternatively, you can go for a fixed seat – that, of course, comes at an additional cost. ”

Qian Jing originally wanted to go to the fixed seat to experience it, is the money exchanged for canned luncheon meat called money?"Oh, that's not ...... Huh? That's not ......."

Only halfway through his words, Qian Jing saw a relatively familiar face appear at the end of the team of Happy Restaurant: the girl at the checkpoint. She was standing next to the steaming stove, one hand stretched out on the heat and roasting. Thin white snowflakes fall on the burnt yellow hair, but also on the long, dense eyelashes. Qian Jing craned her neck to take a closer look, and found that her other hanging hand was holding the chocolate bar she had given her in the morning.

Oh, Qian Jing understood. Happy Restaurant is not only a place to drink and rest, it is also useful as a "black market". To put it bluntly, Ohara's market is a department store, and you can't buy what you make yourself, unless you barter with each other. If you want to exchange things for money, Happy Restaurant is the first choice.

No wonder the bartender immediately took it when he brought out the canned luncheon meat, it turned out that it was already written into their program and part of their daily routine. Since it is so blatant, it is very likely that this is actually the official trading point of Ohara. In general, it is necessary to maintain the distributional economic system, but it must be supplemented by other forms.

"Hey, from the checkpoint, it's here!" Qian Jing stretched out his hand and greeted: "Let's have dinner together!

"Okay, you wait. "The girls are still in line. She waited for the people in front of her to sit on the conveyor belt chairs one by one, and when it was finally her turn, she exchanged the chocolate bar for money. I took one out of the stack of money, ordered a package like the money mirror, sat down, stuffed the rest into my pocket, tied it tightly, and finally tilted my head and looked at the money mirror without saying a word. The meaning is obvious: Didn't you say you wanted a treat?

"Two fixed seats, me and the girl. Qian Jing simply paid. The bartender robot accepted the money, nodded, and then put away the plate in front of the money mirror, and suddenly lowered his body and got under the bar. Qian Jing and the girl's chair moved out of the conveyor belt, and the robot bartender followed. Qian Jing looked down and saw that the bar stool was installed with independent wheels, which was actually an automatic mechanical device!

Happy Restaurant still follows the characteristics of all hot town buildings: it is cramped and crowded, so that the "separate table" is actually very small, which is equivalent to splicing together two backboards on the train. The robot bartender put things away, and Qian Jing and the girl sat face to face against the wall, and the two of them could touch their foreheads as long as they moved forward at the same time.

"Can you give me two more garlic worms now?" Qian Jing snapped his fingers at the bar, but forgot that he was still wearing gloves, so he couldn't make a sound at all. In the face of girls, he was still a little nervous. I had no experience in this area in the first place, and the mistake in the battleship conference room last time only added to the tension.

"Why did you invite me to dinner?" the girl asked, "Is this your custom?"

"Ah, yes. Eating alone is considered too lonely, and eating with friends or family is much better. I came out for a walk, and I don't know a few people here, but I've at least spoken a few words to you, so I'm calling you. ”

"Hmm...... If you are alone, you can skip meals or eat together when there are more people. Your logic doesn't make sense. The girl said with great seriousness and sincerity: "But I forgive you." The people of the Origin Earth are pampered, and therefore have a problem with their brains, and we all know that we will not laugh at you for it. By the way, my name is Ma Li, what's your name?"

"Ma Li, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Qian Jing. Uh, am I not acting particularly badly?"

"It's not that special. Ma Li picked up a garlic worm, sandwiched it into the purple nest, took a hard bite, and then poured some wine into it. A few grains of slag slipped from the corners of her mouth, but before they landed on the table, she held them in her hands and stuffed them back neatly. Because of this action, she looked at Qian Jing with a slightly red face, and said vaguely: "Was my performance not good just now?"

"No, it's good, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Qian Jing shrugged his shoulders. The robot bartender came over with two plates of garlic worms and bent down: "Can you combine the same dishes?"

The table is so small that two more plates will definitely not fit. "No problem, put it together, thank you. ”

"You're welcome. The robot bartender, with his hands fluttering like butterflies, quickly laid everything out and walked away with four empty plates—it combined Qian Jing and Ma Li's food.

Before the bartender left, Ma Li asked with a puzzled expression, "Why did you say thank you to the machine?"

"He provided the service, so I said thank you. ”

"It's just a tool, it's made by people. You have to thank you, and you should thank the people who invented and built the robot. ”

Qian Jing nodded: "You're right, of course you should thank the person who created all this." But in the meantime, thank him. First, he did the job without problems, and secondly, he did what I expected. We will also be thankful, just as farmers like good weather and fertile land. Oh...... It's not a good word for you, because it's weather. ”

"yes, broken weather. Ma Li looked at Qian Jing and suddenly smiled: "Qian Jing, are all the people of the Origin Earth like this, or are you the only one so strange?"

"If you're complimenting, bring someone from Origin Earth. If not, then I'll bear it myself. Qian Jing also pinched a piece of garlic worm and ate it, and he found that if he didn't hurry up, Ma Li would finish everything. "Ma Li, I looked around just now, everyone eats very carefully, is wasting food here a particularly serious matter?"

"Yes, isn't the waste of food there punishable by caning or exile?"

"It's usually just a beating. Qian Jing still deliberately said seriously: "Well, I mean, say in advance how much you can eat, I must be enough, but I don't want to order too much and be whipped." ”

"It makes sense. I'll order what I can eat, and you can pay for it. Ma Li's expression seemed to say: the people of this origin earth still seem to be up to the standard line of average logical thinking in some ways.

Ma Li was given a buffet ticket called "Qian Jing Treat", and she was able to eat as much as she wanted, but there was no choice in the food here, and the ingredients were all the same, but the shape was different. Many people complain that the restaurant menu of a certain country on the origin earth is full of potatoes in various states, so the dark earth is even worse than that, it only has a one-page menu, and it is all "potatoes".

The girl gulped, leaning her neck from time to time to pour a sip of spirits, then blushing, and then eating, Qian Jing was looking at her opposite. When someone has something in their mouth, don't ask questions to let people talk, it's rude - so Qian Jing has been silent. He wanted to take out the food of the earth from his backpack: luncheon meat, canned sardines, soybeans and beef cubes, or fruit (canned). However, he remembered that Mary had exchanged the luncheon meat for money even when she saw him and knew that he was going to have a treat, and she hadn't asked Qian Jing to treat her with the food of the earth. Qian Jing guessed that maybe the things of the origin earth had an unusual meaning and effect here, and it might not be appropriate to take them out and eat them directly, but it might be a better choice to find an opportunity to give them to her and let her deal with them.

Ma Li was eating, suddenly raised her head, swallowed the food in her mouth vigorously and said: "Qian Jing, I heard that there are many places on the origin earth that can be planted and cultivated, there are many things to eat, and there are many animals and plants outside the city, but there are still people who can't eat and starve to death, is this true?"

"Yes. Qian Jing nodded: "Some are because of laziness, some are because they can't support themselves, but more because of war." Some of the wars were not even chosen by themselves, but imposed on them by others. I am fortunate that the country has the strength to protect itself, and we are both very good at growing food and working hard to be well fed. ”

"Oh...... Do you have orange eggs?"

"Orange is about the same as yellow, we have yellow eggs, and we have white ones. Qian Jing felt that this question was a little strange, but recalling, it seems that there are no eggs on the dark earth, and chickens should be extinct in climate change. However, the history of this place continues, and Ma Li may have seen chickens and eggs in some books, so she would ask.