"Mr. Jones, I'll take you to the place where the ingredients are processed. ”

After a few minutes of pause, Buck led Yorkham Jones through the long open dump and knocked on the red wooden door at the very back.

The wooden door soon opened a crack in the door, and a face as red as a chili pepper immediately came out, and he turned his eyes to look at Buck twice, and said:

"Buck, it's you again! Every time you come to me for a walk, who is it this time, a journalist or some government official?"

Without waiting for Buck to reply, the red-faced old man opened the door and said loudly to Yorkham Jones:

"Let's go in! It's useless to report anyway, and those of us who don't even count the national statistics have long since been abandoned by the great Nochland. ”

When he said 'Great Nochland', the red-faced old man deliberately amplified his voice a little, but when he saw that Yorkham Jones had no expression at all, he did not speak again.

"Thank you, old Samba. ”

Missing the old man's body, Buck led Yorkham Jones into the house.

The picture outlined in front of you is not at all like food processing, but more like a biological factory.

Countless food scraps picked up from the garbage dump outside were all soaked in the pool, which was filled with soap bubbles, almost like a sink for washing clothes.

The staff on the side scrub the 'ingredients' in the sink as if they were washing clothes, and then rinse them on clean water.

Then, the 'ingredients' that have been cleaned up in the first process are thrown into a second pool filled with white vinegar.

In the same way, the 'ingredients' that have been processed through the two processes look much cleaner, and if it weren't for the sour smell that is absent, it may become a dish for the stomach.

Then, the third group of staff will sort and cut the washed 'ingredients', such as bones, white meat, red meat, flour and vegetables.

Everyone at work was silent, just expertly handling every piece of bread that had been bitten off, or shaving the unfinished tendons from the bones.

Looking at the scene in front of him, looking at the food processing process like a modern factory, Yorkham Jones could only sigh at the greatness of human beings, and felt that no matter what kind of environment, human beings can find a way to survive, just like them in the era of destruction.

Of course, the more important reason why humanity survived in the Age of Destruction was because of the Lord.

After the cut food was sorted into the basket, soon the girl came out of the kitchen and carried it in.

Seeing this, Yorkham Jones glanced at Barker.

As a qualified 'sewer ditch worm', insight into the eyes is also one of Buck's skills, without speaking, he nodded, and directly followed with Yorkham Jones.

When I entered the kitchen, the smell of explosion and spicy smell I had smelled before reappeared.

There are only a few ingredients for these delicately processed ingredients, except for the thick oil, except for the chili peppers, and occasionally onions and peppercorns are added to some dishes, but almost all dishes are spicy and stir-fried.

As a 'tour guide', Buck immediately whispered:

"Most of the food has been piled up in the trash for days, and most of it is rotten and smelly, even after being rinsed with soapy water and white vinegar, it still smells. ”

"Only stir-frying and spicy can mask the rotten taste of the food itself, and only by doing so can the 'people' of Deno eat it happily. ”

As he spoke, Buck pointed to the huge steamer on the side:

"The staple food is a mix of chaff and coarse rice, and the old man samba will add some saccharin to mix it in, and after cooking, he will grill it to make it into a dough, so it tastes pretty good, and this is the only food I can still eat in the House of Hope today. ”

"Hey..."

With a deep sigh, Buck continued to point to the chili minced meat that was stir-frying:

"I used to like this dish very much, and I would take turns lining up with your friends every day, but now when I think of the picture of the 'ingredient field', I want to vomit..."

"People, what a strange species, obviously only got a little benefit, but it will have a sense of superiority that is several times more than that, and eagerly and frantically separate from oneself or friends who were once at the bottom..."

"Self-moved, self-absorbed, with a sense of superiority in the void to convince yourself that you are not at the bottom, although you are not a nobleman, but how to say that you are also a real 'person', naturally not the same kind as the 'maggots' of the past. ”

"Mr. Buck, you know so much!" the cutie immediately widened her eyes and complimented.

Buck heard Qinqing speak for the first time, and when he saw the little princess in front of him praising himself, he touched his head embarrassedly and replied:

"This is written in The Nature of Man, and I heard that it was the words of the great King St. Cotin. ”

It's a quote to remember, and it's a constant reminder of where I should put myself. ”

Yorkham Jones nodded back, and then said to Buck:

"Mr. Barker, take me to the cafeteria to see the diners. ”

"Hmm. ”

Nodding, Buck led Yorkham Jones from the kitchen straight into the hall.

The spacious hall has four floors, each filled with tables, and in the middle of the first floor there is a tall wooden platform with a set of speakers and microphones, seemingly prepared for fun.

"The microphone on it is free to use, whether it is an impromptu speech or a singing performance, it can be used at any time, which is one of the few forms of entertainment belonging to the sewer maggots. ”

No sooner had Buck finished speaking than a fat woman walked up and sang in an out-of-tune voice.

The song almost kills, but the people sitting around are still cheering, as if they don't care what is being sung on it, all they care about is whether anyone is standing on it.

As the class bell rang, the people sitting around rushed to the meal.

"How do you sell the food here?" asked Yorkham Jones after glancing.

"It's very cheap, 1 Huaji is enough for ten people to eat completely, if it's just one person, 1 Huaji can be used sparingly, without ordering meat, you can eat for almost five days..."

As Buck spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly to reveal a seemingly absent smile, as if he was missing his former self again.

After a brief calculation, Yorkham Jones whispered:

"It doesn't seem to make any money..."

Before Buck could reply, a somewhat familiar-sounding voice came:

"Old man Samba is a very rich old man, if he is willing to leave the Deno district, maybe he can buy a small villa to live a good life..."

"But he prefers his hometown and is willing to add a little chance to live for these former 'selves'. ”

"The people who work here are not paid, Samba just provides them with shelter and three meals, and they all have great souls. ”

PS: Chapter 2, ask for subscriptions, ask for recommendations.