After Yorkham Jones took his seat, the Transcendental Exchange closed several deals in a row, and then came to an end.

Then the 'writer' Green tapped lightly on the table, yawned and said:

"This is the end of the meeting, and the next Wednesday's Ijohnson Morning Post will be informed of the location and time of the meeting, and when you go out, please leave one person at a time, except for your companions, one every five minutes. ”

In addition, those who want to trade freely stay for the time being, and when those who want to go are finished, they are discussing. ”

After saying that, Green got up and bent down and saluted everyone:

"Everyone, good dreams, I hope to see you again next time. ”

After receiving the blessing, except for Alice, who was a novice, did not understand why she had to say goodbye with a curse-like word, everyone saluted and replied:

"Good dreams, Mr. Green, see you next time. ”

As the voices fell, several lights fell in front of the movie curtain, and Green disappeared in front of everyone.

As the leading figure in the line left, Jokham Jones stood up with Ching in his arms, glanced at Miss Angel and Miss Spider, then turned to Miss Alice, the vampire who had been staring at him, and said:

"Stay safe, and when you buy the right supernatural biomaterials, go to the boss of the Sound of Autumn. ”

"As for doing your teacher's thing, I'll think about it. ”

With that, Yorkham Jones walked slowly towards the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Raging Priest!" replied Alice with an excited salute.

At this moment, Lady Spider suddenly walked over, and her lazy voice became a little more serious:

"Mr. Bibo Piggy, after I have explored the Sharp Knife Mountains and confirmed the detailed address of the widow spider, can I hire you to come with me?"

"I'll give you the answer at the next meeting. ”

Replying in a deep voice, Yorkham Jones bowed slightly to Miss Angel and walked into the hallway.

After climbing a few flights of stairs, getting out of the ground, handing the two to Delia, and vowing not to choose 'Billy Pig' next time, Yorkham Jones walked out of the 'Great Silky' silk shop with Jackie in his arms.

As soon as she went out, the little cutie who had been quiet immediately shouted:

"Jones, let's eat roast!"

Glancing at his pocket watch, and seeing that the time was approaching 11 o'clock, Yorkham Jones frowned, and replied:

"At this point in time, except for the bars, which are basically closed, why don't we go back and make our own food?"

"But I'm so hungry! I probably won't make it home anymore. Qin Jing immediately pursed her mouth aggrievedly.

"Then let's look for it and see what else we can eat."

Pinching her cute little face, Yorkham Jones carried her to the food court not far away.

In the streets, except for a few scattered lights, it was already dark, the cold winter wind was gently exhaling, the constellation of death in the starry sky was shining with the cold wind, and the light of the dark star looked more and more like death.

Fortunately, Yorkham Jones and Jingqing have special methods to resist the cold, so they don't feel cold, and even when the cold wind hits their bodies, they still feel cool.

The bustling streets were devoid of pedestrians, and even the occasional whispers were cats and mice, and after walking for 10 minutes, Yorkham Jones still did not find any shops that were still open, except for a few drunken men.

"Jones!

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong fragrance wafted into Yorkham Jones's mouth and nose.

It has a bit of a thick soup flavor, with meaty aromas, sesame hot sauce, fresh mushrooms and loofahs, and almost every kind of aroma.

After the last hint of lo-mi wafted into Yorkham Jones's mouth, a few smiles appeared on his face, and he reached out and rubbed his little cute little head, and said:

"It's a good taste, it's a delicacy that only comes in winter. ”

As he spoke, Yorkham Jones took the basket and sniffed the scent.

After walking for dozens of meters, I turned into a narrow alley, and the aroma of halogen became stronger.

Gently looking up, a faint green light came out of the deep alley along with the smell of halogen, accompanied by a shallow humming sound.

The singing voice seemed old and vicissitudes, and Yorkham Jones couldn't understand the language in which it was singing, like a folk tune somewhere, and it was very warm, like another warm coat for a cold winter day.

After walking for more than twenty meters, the narrow alley suddenly widened a few points, and not far away, a wooden trolley stopped against the wall.

A pale green lantern hung high in the car, and by the light, Yorkham Jones and Kinkham looked at the food on the cart.

There is a wide variety of food, and each one is slow-cooked in a small compartment.

In front of the trolley, several people were sitting on a bench chatting and eating.

The seller was an old man, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, with a gray beard and eyebrows, and layers of wrinkles on his face, who looked to be in his 70s.

The old man's smile was kind, and he chatted with the guests while cooking.

"Jones!"

After a few glances, the saliva of the little cutie was already flowing out of her mouth.

The old man also saw the new guest, and he raised his head lightly and shouted:

"What do you want to eat?"

"I probably want to eat it. ”

Yorkham Jones nodded slightly, and walked over with the basket in his arms.