Qi Wan took Uncle Han and Han Yinghe, and there was no need to queue up at all, and she could go directly to get whatever she wanted to eat.

That's the mayor of the town, and the benefits of the town's specific employees. Skip the line and just head there.

"We haven't eaten authentic hot pot for a long time, or we will eat hot pot at noon today." Qi Wan proposed.

The hot pot in the self-service barbecue restaurant is not authentic enough, just simply put things in and blanch them, the taste is delicious, but there is no authentic hot pot taste, I feel that something is missing.

After seeing the hot pot stall, Qi Wan knew what was missing, a pot for hot pot was missing, which was the standard configuration of hot pot.

In addition to eating hot pot, you can also order something else to eat. Try as many as you can, and eat enough at once.

Uncle Han has already become acquainted, so he is not polite at all, "Yes, I see that there are more tables here that specialize in eating hot pot. Then let's just do it here, and Xiaohe can take whatever he wants to eat. ”

These tables dedicated to eating hot pot were the ones that appeared separately when the hot pot stalls appeared.

There are 100 of them, occupying a lot of places, and the booth area is even bigger.

Not unexpectedly, Han Yinghe directly brought a small pot of desserts, smiling the whole time, and there was some leftover cream from the dessert at the corner of his mouth.

"The little guy doesn't wipe his mouth when he eats secretly, this cream hangs on his mouth, and he doesn't feel it so obviously." Qi Wan covered her mouth and said with a smile.

There is no level of stealing food at all.

Uncle Han shook his head helplessly, his eyes were doting on Han Yinghe. In the past, you may think that boys should not eat so many sweets, the main reason is that they are afraid of their tooth decay.

But now I don't need to worry about this problem, I haven't tasted dessert properly for three years, and I don't need to worry about tooth decay.

"Remember to wipe your mouth next time, eat openly if you want to, grandpa won't blame you."

Uncle Han handed Han Ying and a piece of paper and asked him to wipe his mouth by himself.

Han Yinghe stuck out his tongue mischievously, he felt that he was not stealing, he was really eating openly.

It's just that these desserts are really delicious, and he eats them with a bit of gobbling, so much so that he has some cream in his mouth.

When they met for the first time, he just wanted to have a taste, but he didn't expect to resist the temptation. He was silly and happy, wiping the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

Uncle Han was responsible for ordering what side dishes should be added to the hot pot, while Qi Wan went to the finger cake stall to get three finger cakes, and by the way, she went to the stinky tofu stall and took two boxes of stinky tofu.

The taste is very strong, and many survivors who have been taking care of their health in the Chinese medicine hall have already come over and choose the food they haven't tasted for a long time.

"Although my body is a little uncomfortable, I don't feel so uncomfortable when I see so much food. Don't look at what I'm saying a little bit of a mouthful, but that's how a lot of people feel. ”

Passerby A was lying on the table, with the food he had bought at hand. A little tired, but it didn't stop him from slowly moving the food into his mouth.

"Well~ It's so delicious, even if I have a headache, the food can still heal me!" Passerby A shouted this sentence in his loudest voice.

Many survivors heard this sentence, in fact, more because of the smell of the stalls, they all came over.

The most fragrant are the dry pot stalls and fried stalls, as well as the fragrant hot pot stalls.

Also tangy is the stinky tofu stall, which is enough to cover the taste of other stalls.

"Ah~ The taste of this stinky tofu has been around for three years, and I still remember the taste of stinky tofu very much. It smells amazing, I wish I could smell it every day. ”

Passerby B opened his arms as if to hug stinky tofu.

was slapped on his shoulder by the little friend next to him.

"Don't be so impulsive, you want to smell stinky tofu every day, I don't want to smell stinky tofu every day. The two of us live next door, and if you can smell it, I'm sure I can smell it. ”

The sentence behind the little friend is very gnashing of teeth. Now I want to eat if I want to, I don't have to say so much, and some don't have to do anything.

Passerby B touched his shoulder and pouted aggrievedly, he just made his current remarks, how could he be beaten.

The fast food stalls are relatively ordinary, just like the boxed lunches sold in the vending machines, nothing special.

The popularity is very low, and people prefer to eat other cuisines.

But after a few days, after everyone has tasted the other delicacies, maybe they will come for a fast food.

Qi Wan, Uncle Han and Han Yinghe ate deliciously, and the food they hadn't tasted for a long time felt very satisfied after they entered their stomachs.

There are more and more survivors around, and the number of delivery people standing next to the stalls has not decreased.

A delivery person takes the corresponding meal away, and a new delivery person comes back.

Everyone has a mobile phone and brings some food.

There are some survivors who obviously live in Fang Town, but they are more willing to order takeout. After all, it also takes time to wait next to the stall.

It's better to operate it directly on your mobile phone, and you can get the meal directly after about half an hour.

It's much more convenient than waiting next to the stall.

"Now the delivery man earns a lot of money, and he doesn't have to go out to see those zombies, and his safety is guaranteed."

Uncle Han looked at the delivery people who were busy and leaving quickly, and said with emotion.

Qi Wan nodded in agreement, the delivery people recruited by Fang Zhen and Hanhe Town, each of them made a lot of money.

In particular, everyone has a mobile phone, and they can order directly on their mobile phones, and many delivery workers deliver food in close proximity, and it doesn't take much time to earn a certain amount of town coins.

You can make more money than if they had sent them to other towns, or other bases.

If other bases and small town tenants place orders, the delivery person must deliver the order when they receive it. Not every single is a near order, and not every single is a far single.

Survivors who used to want to sign up for delivery workers are now even more envious. It's just that they can't be like before, if they want to be a delivery person, they can directly apply for the relevant documents, and then buy an electric car, they can deliver directly.

But not here, they have to have an electric car with the character of a small town. Otherwise, when you go out, you will be easily harassed by zombies, and maybe your life will not be guaranteed.

If you want to become a small-town delivery person, you must pass a formal application before you can become a small-town delivery person.

Just as they were thinking about when they could open the application quota, Fang Zhen's display screen reacted.

Thanks again to Aunt Yao next door for the monthly pass

(End of chapter)