I Can Fish All Things In the Last Days

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Xiao Zhan found that what they ate was also very simple, that is, two bowls of white rice, a plate of smooth tofu, and a plate of peanuts.

If you are better, you will order scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers or something.

Gathered in twos and threes, sipping vegetables and eating rice with big mouthfuls.

Xiao Zhan came to the front desk, glanced at the menu signs hanging on the wall, and saw the sign of 'Double Mutton', his eyes lit up, what could be better than eating a mouthful of steaming 'pot' in this damn weather? Something cool?

Xiao Zhan took a closer look at the details. A catty of mutton, a handful of vermicelli, a piece of frozen tofu, and a plate of Chinese cabbage were actually marked with a price of 100 catties of food stamps!

Xiao Zhan grinned, looked at a pretty girl with a ponytail in the counter and asked:

"Beauty, do you accept canned beef here?"

The little girl looked up at Xiao Zhan and said:

"Accept, a can of ten catties of food stamps."

Xiao Zhan didn't worry about whether he was hacked, and nodded, "Yes, I have fifteen boxes of canned beef!"

While talking, Xiao Zhan put the cans of cans from his backpack on the counter as if by magic.

The people in the restaurant fell silent, looking at the fifteen boxes of canned food on the counter in surprise.

The little girl at the counter was also surprised, she just said it casually, but she didn't expect that the handsome guy opposite didn't even pay back the price.

Canned beef is a hard currency, and the supply of 20 catties of food stamps is in short supply outside. I didn't expect the second-hand product on the opposite side to sell it for 10 catties of food stamps, and it cost 15 boxes at once.

I'm afraid this isn't a three-month supply of canned food?

Without saying a word, the little girl quickly received the can under the counter, ordered 150 catties of food stamps for Xiao Zhan, and at the same time said to Xiao Zhan very enthusiastically:

"Little brother, next time you have this thing, you can take it from me, as much as you want, and I will give you 13 catties of food stamps per box! How about it?"

The diners below all whispered, "Where did this tmd come from 2B? Such a tiger?"

"..."

Xiao Zhan pretended not to hear,

Smiling, he waved his hands and said, "Give me a pair of mutton, a plate of peanuts, and a catty of dumplings stuffed with mutton. It's exactly 150 catties of food stamps, here you are!"

Xiao Zhan threw the unheated food coupons on the counter again.

Almost all the diners in the restaurant were shocked by Xiao Zhan's arrogance, "Fuck, where did you come from a prodigal son? He made 150 catties of food stamps for one meal per person? What's the matter, does his family have a mine or not?" what?"

It's no wonder these people were surprised. At this stage, a mature man can earn only fifty catties of food stamps for a month of hard work!

Xiao Zhan didn't care what others thought of him, he just smiled and found an empty table and sat down...

Not long after Xiao Zhan sat down, a copper hot pot was brought up, followed by sliced ​​mutton, frozen tofu, Chinese cabbage and vermicelli.

The last bowl of prepared sesame sauce dipping sauce was also served, and there was still a layer of red oil floating on the sesame sauce dipping sauce...

The soup base of the hot pot is still very authentic. It hasn’t been long, and the water has boiled. Xiao Zhan put two pieces of mutton into the boiling soup base of the copper pot with chopsticks, swung it back and forth a few times, and then scooped in the dipping sauce. In the bowl, gently rolled it up, stuffed it into the mouth with a 'suction' sound, and started to eat it with a haha...

The diners at the next table inadvertently twitched their noses vigorously, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, turned their heads abruptly, and put the rice in their mouths.

Let’s not talk about the delicious mutton in the copper hot pot, but the bowl of oily sesame sauce may be regarded as a top-level ingredient in this apocalypse...

A middle-aged man also wearing gray and black warm clothes, quickly took the last piece of tofu on the plate, took the last bite of rice, stood up, came to Xiao Zhan's table, and sat down with a smile on his face!

Xiao Zhan just glanced at it slightly, but didn't care, and continued to stuff mutton and cabbage into his mouth.

"Hehe, which team does brother belong to?"

Xiao Zhan smiled without saying a word, just picked up the spoon and drank two sips of the delicious broth.

The middle-aged man was not annoyed, "My name is Ruan Ming!"

"What's the matter? Tell me directly!" Xiao Zhan asked directly.

At this moment, a catty of steaming dumplings stuffed with mutton was also served.

Xiao Zhan picked one up with chopsticks and stuffed it directly into the mouth. With a sound of 'Zi', a stream of juice came out from it, scalding Xiao Zhan's mouth.

The dumplings taste good, they are meatballs filled with soup, with some minced ginger, chopped green onion, and a small amount of shredded carrot.

"Haha, it's nothing. Seeing the bold posture of the brother, I'm afraid he has a logistical connection, right? Are you interested in dumping some things together for fun? Don't worry, the price is absolutely fair." The middle-aged officer said with a haha.

Xiao Zhan frowned slightly, and he didn't know why. When he heard that the other party was a speculator, that disgusting feeling suddenly arose spontaneously.

I don't know if it's because of the sense of justice hidden in my bones or what.

"You've found the wrong partner. By the way, I want to say that you'd better do your duty, and don't make those ill-gotten gains of catastrophe. There's no good fruit!" Xiao Zhan said in a bland manner.

Ruan Ming's face darkened, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, annoyed:

"Fuck, don't want to play if you don't want to play, why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?"

"You say you're a ****?"

"Still preaching to Lao Tzu here, SB!"

After Ruan Ming cursed one last sentence, he stood up, angrily opened the door and walked out of the Seventh Hotel.

The storm was short and barely affected anyone.

Xiao Zhan just grinned, and continued to lower his head to fill his mouth with dumplings...

The hot pot was very hot, but it couldn't hold back Xiao Zhan's turmoil. In just over ten minutes, all the ingredients went into Xiao Zhan's stomach, and even half of the fresh soup in the copper pot was directly killed by Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan unzipped the winter clothes, patted his slightly distended stomach, stretched his waist comfortably, got up and opened the door and walked out of the Seventh Hotel.

After leaving the restaurant, Xiao Zhan squinted his eyes and looked at the brightly lit red light district on the left. From time to time, there would be two or three bewildered people passing by on bicycles, chatting drunkenly.

It really has a taste of the nightlife on the eve of the catastrophe.

Xiao Zhan walked to the right, wanting to go back to the guest house to rest, and the next day he went directly to the 'Special Administration Branch' in Midtown to bring his things and leave.

There was a makeshift booth under a dimly lit streetlight, with a sign that read, "Patch tires, pump air!"

Xiao Zhan lowered his head and glanced curiously, reminding him of the kind of "cheering two cents" stalls on the street when he was a child.

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and a scar on his face, wearing a thick warm suit, was sitting on a ponytail and was tinkering with a bicycle tire with his head down.

In a flash, Xiao Zhan stopped suddenly when he walked five or six meters in front of the 'tire repair' booth. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he turned around and returned to the booth again, squatting slowly. He got down and looked carefully at the middle-aged man.

"Five points for pumping, five taels for tire repair!" The middle-aged man did not look up, and continued to use a handful of tires to frustrate the tire in his hand.

"Li Yi?"

Xiao Zhan tentatively called out with eyes full of hope.

The middle-aged man's movements paused for an instant, and he raised his head suspiciously to look at Xiao Zhan.

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