As the saying goes, wealth is not exposed, and there is still such a saying in peacetime, let alone in the wasteland world where order has collapsed.

Chen Mu didn't think there was anything for himself, money, if he earned it, he would spend it, and then he would go to the heavens after spending it, it was rare to relax for a few days, of course he had to eat something good.

As for whether the danger is dangerous or not, he didn't think much about it, what about playing, Mu Ye, I have also seen the world, an old driver who has experienced strong winds and waves, from crossing over to now, the scene of nine deaths and life is simply not too much.

So when he went down to the hall today, Xiao Er immediately came over to entertain him warmly, and Chen Mu was not polite, he sat down on the vacant seat and ordered a bunch of delicious food.

"Okay, you wait, I'll serve you food right away. ”

Xiao Er took the reward money, and ran away, it is rare to meet such a bold guest in the hall, other guests don't talk about tipping, and it's good if you don't want you to give him a discount on the meal.

Chen Mu drank tea and waited for breakfast to come up, in fact, although the grade in the hall was average, the level of the food was really good, and special treatment was specially made by the window, which could filter the air and prevent the smelly sea breeze from blowing in, so it was really impossible to eat.

After drinking two cups of tea, breakfast had not yet been delivered, but a self-cooked stranger came first.

The other party was not wearing a mask, he was a hunchbacked man with a thief's eyebrows and rat eyes, almost thirty years old, and he was not young in the wasteland.

Although this person looks obscene and his clothes are very shabby, the pulp is very clean, and there is a rare absence of peculiar smell on his body, which is very unusual.

Normally, the bottom of the wasteland is miserable, it is difficult to eat, who can take care of personal hygiene, that is, the difference between general smell and very smelly, not clean at all.

Even these people who can come to the hall to consume, there are very few people who give people a clean feeling, and it is called rough and raunchy at best, but in fact it is sloppy, and the body smell is not much better than the sea breeze outside.

Chen Mu deliberately chose an empty seat on the side to sit, and now the time is relatively early, and there are no guests next to the seat he sits, just to avoid other people's body odor.

This hunchback took the initiative to come closer, but he didn't dare to sit directly at Chen Mu's table, but greeted him familiarly, squeezed his eyebrows and said: "What do you call this friend?" My name is Wang Pipi, everyone calls me Wang Huozi, I am an old man in this fire thief city, I don't have any other skills, but I am familiar, if you need a guide, then it must be appropriate to find me." ”

Chen Mu raised his eyelids, looked Wang Pipi up and down a few times, thought about it, and tapped the table with his fingers: "Sit down and talk, have you eaten?"

Wang Pipi swallowed his saliva and said with a dry smile: "Well, not yet." ”

"Hehe, you're direct enough, okay, let's eat together, I'll treat you, you order it yourself." ”

"That, that's great, for your affection, you're welcome. ”

Chen Mu called Xiao Er and asked Wang Pipi to order his own dishes, but he didn't expect this person to really have eyesight, he didn't order a bunch of expensive ones, but ordered a few real dishes, all of which were cheap and affordable.

Knowing advance and retreat, he is a smart person who understands the rules, and he can use it, Chen Mu secretly had a preliminary evaluation, and felt that although the name of this Wang Pipi was very skinny, it could still be used, and it just so happened that he really needed an errand.

Soon, breakfast was served one after another, and there were no soy milk fritters, no steamed dumplings, and no beef noodles.

Most of the food in the wasteland is very straightforward, and there should be more exquisite dishes, but it is by no means what should be enjoyed at this level of the hall, what is important here is high fat, high calorie big fish and meat, taste or anything is secondary, filling the stomach and providing energy is the top priority.

Chen Mu can only follow the local customs, with an unknown mutant beast leg with the thickness of an arm in one hand, following a quick movement of my left hand and right hand, and the click is a gobble.

Not to mention, the chef in this shop is really good, at least it is baked, so that it will not be disgusting from eating bloody, and the taste is like that, Chen Mu can't ask for more.

Compared with drinking blood in the wilderness, this level of cuisine can already be regarded as a delicacy, not that Chen Mu doesn't want to improve his field cooking level, but that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, there is a lack of everything in the wasteland, and even clean and hygienic fine salt is not so easy to get.

Most of the most commonly used table salt in the wasteland is extracted from the blood of mutant beasts, which is said to be extracted, but in fact it is boiled and evaporated, and the black-red scum left behind in the end is the notorious "blood salt".

How unpalatable this thing is, Chen Mu has already experienced it, as early as when he first crossed over, he was caught by Wolf Castle to grow mushrooms, and the food he ate was seasoned with "blood salt", which was still the lowest kind.

Of course, this is not the worst, after all, Chen Mu was considered a "peerless genius" at that time, and he was the best candidate for growing mushrooms, and there was no one, so he could enjoy this dark dish made with blood salt.

Later, he traveled north and south, and when he saw a lot of things, he learned that most of the low-level persecutors, such as those who were in danger, could not even eat blood salt, because the boiled blood salt basically had to be traded as a commodity to buy other more urgently needed resources.

As for what to eat, these bitter people don't eat salt at all, and directly use animal blood to provide trace elements necessary for the human body, which is the real Ru Mao drinking blood.

This way of eating can't avoid impurities and dangerous elements in the blood, plus the mutant beast itself is a product of radiation, and the blood has its own radiation, not to mention ordinary people, even if a low-level martial artist drinks blood like this, it will be finished after a long time.

But the low-level sufferers who really need Ru Mao to drink blood to survive, where can they still take care of the future, they have no future at all, they can only say that they live one day at a time.

Chen Mu must not be used to eating "blood salt", it is not that there is no higher grade salt in the wasteland, the kind of salt that is similar to the ordinary table salt on the earth, there are also here, but it is very valuable, it is called "snow salt", let alone buying it by ordinary people, many people have never seen it in their lives.

What's more troublesome is that due to the inconvenient transportation and dangers in the wild, many cities have no "snow salt" for sale at all, and it is useless to spend any money.

There is a city here in the Fire Thief City, after all, it is a city by the sea, Chen Mu plans to buy some this time, and also improve the quality of his barbecue meat and food treatment in the wild.

As for the price, he hasn't inquired yet, but money is not a problem, it's a big deal to find a chance to do it for Tianxingdao a few more times, there is nothing else in the corner of doom, and there are a lot of bandits in the wild, as many as weeds.

As a result, during the meal, Chen Mu asked Wang Pipi about this, and the other party's answer surprised him, the price of this "snow salt" was simply the sky-high price of his meow.

Among them, the highest-grade best snow salt actually costs one or two gold carats!