"Hey, friend, is there anyone here?"

Chen Mu was eating, a short and fat man came over with a dinner plate and asked, in fact, before Chen Mu could answer, he sat opposite Chen Mu.

Everyone sat down, and Chen Mu could only roll his eyes: "No one, but I like to sit alone, either you find another table, or I find another one, you choose." ”

The fat man was cheeky, and smiled: "Friends, don't be so rejecting people thousands of miles away, as the saying goes, rely on your parents at home and rely on your friends when you go out, I think the two of us are quite fated, do you want to make friends?"

Chen Mu didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up the plate, walked to another empty table and sat down.

Although this time is still a meal, it is not the peak time, there are many empty tables in the canteen, and this is a corner, and no one comes to sit here, so there are a lot of empty seats, and it is obviously not enough to share a table with others.

Chen Mu changed the table, and it stands to reason that the average cheeky man will not chase after him anymore, but the fat man is obviously not an ordinary cheeky man, and he even chased after the fat man.

"Hey, friend, don't get me wrong, I really don't mean anything else, it's just that you Yintang is black, there will be a bad omen in the near future." ”

This guy sat opposite Chen Mu again, talking and eating, the food on his plate was several grades better than Chen Mu's.

The salted fish sauce mixed with mashed potatoes that Chen Mu eats is one of the cheapest staple foods in the canteen, and it is generally supplied to the poor ghost to fill his stomach, which is also in line with Chen Mu's current identity, after all, he is just a part-time handyman.

The fat man ate much better, there were two large chicken legs piled up on the plate, of course, this is not actually chicken legs, but a special domesticated bird, which belongs to the weakened version of the mutant beast, the size of a pig, and it can't fly, it is a kind of degraded chocobo.

These two large chicken thighs alone occupy most of the plate, and this is still an extra-large dinner plate, as big as a sink, and it is reserved for big stomachs.

In addition to these two big chicken thighs, there is also a lot of minced meat mixed with mashed potatoes, no way, mashed potatoes belong to the most mainstream staple food here, there is no one.

Potatoes are similar to those on earth, but the varieties in the wasteland are also exaggerated, and it is said that one potato weighs more than a dozen catties, enough to make a pot of mashed potatoes.

A little more advanced than mashed potatoes is French fries, after all, it is a fried food, chewy to eat, and very fragrant, but a French fries are as thick as fritters, and Chen Mu occasionally eats some French fries to change the taste.

Of course, he doesn't care much about the occasional tongue desire, after all, the skills of these low-level cooks are quite bad, and it is not as good as the small barbecue that Chen Mu made himself, but now there is no such condition, so he has to wait until he arrives at the destination, and when he acts alone, he will make some small barbecue and fight tooth sacrifices.

For example, a fat man has to eat a meal like this, and he has to start with at least three or five silver carats on the ship, which may not seem like much, but for most poor ghosts, it is also a large expense, and if he eats like this for every meal, it will accumulate over time, and it will be a very frightening expense.

And as long as you are not a real foodie, you will not have such a dietary hobby, because although these foods taste slightly refreshing, compared with mashed potatoes, they do not produce much more nutrients and energy, but the taste is slightly better.

Since the fat man can eat like this, he is either a foodie and is willing to spend money on the desire of the tongue, or he is quite rich and does not care about such a little expense.

Looking at this guy's dress, it is quite ordinary, at least there are no big gold chains, small gold watches, and his hair is messy and greasy, not like the so-called nobles who talk about their personal image.

Chen Mu couldn't understand that this guy was pestering himself for Mao's dead face, but there was no reason to let the table go again, otherwise he would really become a dog.

So he put down the spoon and stared at the fat man coldly: "To be honest, I don't think there is anything on me that is worthy of being coveted by others, as for the bad omen or something, then forget it, I am a cheap person, and it is not a pity to die, so you better go to other people as soon as possible to fool." ”

As he spoke, Chen Mu took down the sword behind his back, including the scabbard, tilted his head and raised his chin, the meaning of the threat was self-evident, and he said bluntly: "Now I count three times, you quickly get up and get out of the house for me, otherwise I don't mind giving you a soothing muscle." ”

Smack!

The fat man was finally a little confused, the chicken legs in his hand fell off, he blinked his eyes, swallowed his saliva and said: "Ahem, brother, you are not serious, you must know that there is no good end to fighting on the boat." ”

Chen Mu raised three fingers and began the countdown, and at the same time said coldly: "I said it, I am a cheap life, and it is not a pity to die, you can try whether I dare or not." ”

Swish!

When the finger counted down to the end, the fat man finally smiled helplessly, got up with the plate, and seemed to be leaving.

Chen Mu also took back the sword and picked up the spoon again to eat.

Unexpectedly, the fat man took two steps, suddenly turned back unwillingly, leaned over and said mysteriously: "Brother dei, I didn't say what I said before, but now I'm telling you the truth, in fact, I am a pharmacist, and the reason why I talk to you is because I see that you are sick and want to treat you for one or two." ”

Chen Mu frowned: "I'm sick?" hehe, is it possible that you have medicine?"

The fat man put down the plate and patted his chest confidently: "Of course, it's not that I'm boasting, don't look at me as if I'm quite down-and-out now, in fact, I'm the heir of the famous "White Crane Valley".

Ahem, of course, let's be honest with you, my current identity belongs to an outcast, because I was annoyed by some small mistakes in my personal life style, which angered several uncles, and in the end I had no choice but to die in the world.

But you don't have to worry, no matter how you say it, my grandson is also the chief of the inner disciples of the former "White Crane Valley" generation, not to mention the true transmission of medical skills, it is definitely eight or nine inseparable, saying that it is superb, resurrecting the dead, that is also this level of drops. ”

The fat man said like a hanging river, spit and stars splashed everywhere, and looked at the way his eyebrows flew and danced, more like a magic stick than like a pharmacist.

Chen Mu stretched out his hand to cover his plate, and said noncommittally: "Pay attention to your saliva, there is no basis for what you say, how do I know if you are pretending to be an outcast of the White Crane Valley, is there anything to prove that you are telling the truth?"

The reason why he didn't directly tell the fat man to shut up and get out of the house was because Chen Mu was really a little interested, if the other party was not just a pure fool, but could really see that he was sick, then it was inevitable that he should not give it a try.