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Although this kind of museum is cheap, some high-end goods such as real meat and locally cultivated vegetables will be prepared. These ingredients are specially prepared for relic hunters and mercenaries.
A fruitful journey needs a big meal to celebrate; A narrow escape adventure needs wine and meat to calm down; Even if they lose their brothers and sisters, many people will go to these places to remember them.
Compared with those workers who will order the cheapest food, restaurant owners near Hong Kong obviously welcome such diners more.
The first shop on the street is a barbecue shop. Two rows of four or five meters long open-air grills stab the door with big waist. The guys hold hundreds of skewers in one hand and roll them for a few times and throw them into the stainless steel washbasin. Most of these skewers are synthetic artificial meat made of soy protein instead of real meat. This synthetic meat is cooked. Just coat it with oil, sprinkle some seasoning and heat it a little. If you cook the last table like real meat, I’m afraid there will be black and hard coke left.
"What would you like to eat?" Kelan asked
He glanced at the barbecue shop and skipped it-the only piece of "real meat" in the whole shop was hung on the signboard for half a fan of pork, but all the good parts of it had been cut off, leaving some poor positions and the meat didn’t look very fresh
"I don’t know," valentina said. It seems that the only food is to fill the stomach. If it weren’t for Kelan’s insistence on dragging them to the museum, she would have chewed the energy bar in her pocket.
"It’s up to you, I’m fine," Qin Zhao said. Although she can be considered a veteran foodie, after all, this trip is her boss’s treat. She feels that she should not make a decision for her boss at all.
"Well, how about this one?" Koran pointed to a store ten paces away.
The facade of this shop is about half that of the first barbecue shop. A rickety plastic low door creaks with the breeze, and a signboard covered with oil is hung on the low door.
"Old Hunter Restaurant"
Look at this name. Either this is a retired relic hunter hotel or a hotel dedicated to relic hunters.
There are several aging plastic tables and chairs at the entrance of the hotel. The yellow plastic material makes Kelan wonder if it will break if he sits down.
Next to the low door is a half-meter-square window. Inside the window is the thick smoke exhaust pipe of the stove, which pokes out directly from the round hole in the window surface. It is as solid as solid oil pollution falling from the pipe head and glowing with dark brown light.
A stout, muscular middle-aged man is holding a huge iron pot in one hand and stirring it with a huge spatula in the other-this kind of cooker is based on the fact that ordinary chefs can’t lift it with both hands, and there is a 20 kg cast iron cauldron.
Seeing that Kelan took two younger sisters near the chef and gave them a look, he said, "There is no room in it. If you don’t mind, sit at the door of the store."
"OK" Kelan nodded his head. When he came, he was going to sit outside instead of running to the cramped room to squeeze together with a group of sweaty men.
If he’s alone, it’s nothing. The key is that there are two girls with good looks around him. If he touches a drunk or a salty pig, he’s not afraid of fighting, but he can’t smash his shop, can he?
Ke Lan found the cleanest table, sat down and turned to ask, "Does the boss have a menu?"
"No" The chef shook his head, picked up a handful of spices very neatly and sprinkled them into the pot.
"Er … are there any specialties?"
"I sell fried rice here, and I can put anything in my own stand," said the chef, stepping back a little and exposing the vegetable washing table on the right hand side.
There are not many things in Taiwan, but they are well-prepared-dozens of packed cardboard eggs, half-bowl thick ham sausage, all kinds of fresh-looking vegetables and fungi hung from the ceiling and dried into black old bacon.
"Then come to three bowls of fried rice with eggs, add mushrooms and Flammulina velutipes, as well as onions, lettuce and potato chips." Ke Lan said that if the hound is here, it will definitely not be a spit-"You have hundreds of millions of people, so you will eat fried rice with eggs on the roadside when you are invited to dinner?"
"Want Chili?" The chef asked again
"I want you?"
"To" and "to" two women with different mouth said.
"Oh, yes, that piece of bacon …" Kelan pointed to that piece of old bacon with a rope.
"It’s authentic black pork, and it’s not cheap if you want to add it," said the chef, glancing at it from the corner of his eye.
Kelan wears a daily training for the field army corps, but because of his special status, he removes all the epaulettes and badges-this kind of black market is very popular, comfortable and durable, and is highly sought after by many hunters and mercenaries … Although Kelan wears this one almost new, it will not cost more than 1000 credits. His dress is just like that of a middle-level hunter or mercenary.
Qin Zhao and valentina are ordinary civilians dressed in costumes, which will not exceed 500 points.
"How much is this piece of bacon?" Kelan some curious asked.
"Thirty-five grams per gram"
"Lying in the trough" Kelan sighed, "Are you fat or lean meat made of gold?" I almost asked him-did the boss sell this meat by the gram as a top sashimi in a senior hotel?
However, the price really aroused Kelan’s curiosity. He wanted to know what was so bad about selling 351 grams of bacon.
Holding the idea of paying a wave of IQ tax, Koran nodded and said, "Cut it in half."
"Half that’s more than half a catty." The chef looked up and looked at a Koran again rather inquisitively.
How much money can such a young mercenary have in his pocket? I don’t think so. Why don’t you spend a meal with these two girls near Wan Xin?
"Yes is half," said Kelan. "You can’t taste it without it, right?"
"OK, but you have to pay first." The boss pointed to the payment code that was almost covered by oil pollution by the window.
"How much is it altogether?"
"A few guests like you who buy half a catty at a time will give you a discount and add up to 7 thousand yuan."
"Good" Kelan took out his mobile phone and planned to pay, but then suddenly there came a somewhat discordant sound in the store.
"Hey boss, what is this fairy meat? Half a piece actually sells for 7 thousand? "
"Words I just asked you what the price of this bacon is. Didn’t you say that this is not for sale? Are you afraid that you guys will ruin your shop? Ha ha, look at that silly Kay wait for a while outside. It’s easy to kill. "
"I won’t sell it to you because I know you can’t afford it," said the chef and boss coldly, glancing at the group of diners.
"What do you mean? Look down on people? " A grumpy mercenary immediately got up. He was more than two meters tall and his head almost touched the low ceiling of the shop.
And behind him several other mercenary dress people are also a face of malicious sample.