Lin Yiran didn't have a penchant for prying into other people's privacy. So she didn't press the matter further and instead started chatting with the vendor.

"I feel like business on North Street is slow; hardly anyone comes."

The dark-skinned stall owner took a drag of his e-cigarette and said with a mocking smile, "You're absolutely right. Our area can't compare to South Street. South Street is closer to the slums, so there are more people buying food there. It's different in the North District. This area is all rich people. Rich people are very particular about their food. They won't eat anything that doesn't taste good, and they won't eat anything that's poisonous. So, there's less food they're willing to eat."

"Besides, rich people have butlers and servants at home who cook all sorts of delicious food for them. They don't need our food at all. I advise you to go to the South District instead. The kind of stuff you're selling won't sell in the North District." The dark-skinned stall owner's lips curled into a sneer, and his eyes were full of mockery, though he didn't show it on his face.

Lin Yiran ignored his expression, pointed to the prices on her signboard and smiled helplessly, "Do you think poor people can afford these prices?"

Two strings of one Star Coin?

The dark-skinned stall owner mocked even more harshly: "That's right, you really can't afford it." This young girl is quite self-aware.

In the wasteland interstellar era, the rich drink nutrient solutions and occasionally make an exception to buy some pollution-free vegetables and meats to cook for themselves, which is considered a luxury.

Only the extremely wealthy can afford to eat low-pollution fruits, vegetables, and meats at every meal.

As for poor people like the two of them, they mostly ate low-grade nutrient solutions and bought some insect cakes from the West Street market to stave off hunger, which was enough to keep them alive. It's just that the insect cakes were too dry and didn't taste good.

But at least it fills you up! Compared to that, what can you do with grilled chives? One bite isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap!

Lin Yiran thought to herself: Her main focus is on one flavor, and her goal is to accumulate star coins and popularity points.

Moreover, she knew very well that her grilled chives would never be popular in the Southern District, because people there couldn't even afford to eat, so why would they be so extravagant as to spend a few star coins to buy her grilled chives that wouldn't fill them up? It would be okay to sell steamed buns or something there.

In interstellar society, the poor only seek to fill their stomachs, and so does she.

So she never even considered setting up a stall on South Street. She simply sat calmly in front of her stall and ate one skewer of grilled chives after another.

There weren't many pedestrians coming and going, and no one stopped at her stall, but two portions of the barbecue next to her were sold.

One serving costs 30 Star Coins and is a box full of meat.

It looks delicious, though I don't know what seasonings were sprinkled on it.

"Want a bite?" The dark-skinned vendor was quite friendly.

Lin Yiran didn't intend to refuse. She used a toothpick to stick a small piece of meat into her mouth, and at the same time handed over the grilled mutated chives she was holding, saying, "Don't refuse, try it. Look, I've eaten so much and haven't been poisoned."

Everyone in the interstellar community knows that mutated plants are poisonous, which is why the stall owner refused the grilled chives she offered.

The dark-skinned vendor chuckled and said, "You're quite interesting." He then accepted the skewers Lin Yiran offered without hesitation, first sniffing them and finding them quite fragrant.

Then take a bite!

When the tender juice of the chives burst in his mouth, the dark-skinned stall owner was stunned for a moment.

Then, the spicy and savory seasonings filled his taste buds. After chewing the tender chives and the salty and spicy flavor of the seasonings, the burst of vitality was a feeling he had never experienced before. He felt that his whole being had been elevated.

As for why he called it vitality? He didn't know either, he just always had a feeling that he had survived again.

The dark-skinned stall owner didn't used to sell barbecue; his previous job was the same as most people's in this intergalactic world.

Interstellar mercenaries.

Unlike the mercenaries who top the interstellar rich list, he was just a low-level errand boy. Coming from a small team, he could only follow behind the stronger members and pick up scraps, barely managing to deal with level one or two mutated plants; anything higher was beyond his capabilities. Nevertheless, he was still considered a mid-to-lower-level figure in this Ninth Star System, and held a certain status.

However, he was seriously injured in a mission when he was ambushed by mutated plants, so he switched to selling barbecue. He relied on the help of his former teammates, and life was not easy.

But when he first ate the skewer of chives, he felt a warm sensation in his stomach, as if something was moving around inside. It was amazing; he felt that his stubborn old injuries and damaged mental state didn't hurt as much anymore!

Is it... just my imagination?

Before I knew it, I had finished a skewer of grilled chives.

He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, feeling sorry for his own gluttonous behavior.

Look how calm that young girl is. She didn't react at all after eating his grilled meat noodles, and there was no amazing feeling about it. What's wrong with her? He wondered.

Lin Yiran's stomach was churning.

This is what happened after I took a bite of the grilled meat from the dark-skinned stall owner.

She used to have a bad stomach and could never eat food with a fishy smell. But after the apocalypse came and she started killing zombies, she gradually got used to the smell and could even eat with the zombie corpses. She even found it quite appetizing.

However, eating in front of a zombie corpse is an attack on the sense of smell and sight. The piece of meat that the dark-skinned stall owner gave us was purely an attack on the taste buds.

It felt like I'd eaten a firecracker.

It completely shattered her worldview! Now she understands why she was bound to the Interstellar Little Chef System.

It seems the slogans it's shouting aren't just for show.

To be more specific...

It was fishy! It was so fishy! That unique, wild, pungent smell, aided by some unknown recipe and seasoning, was perfectly brought out. After taking a bite, her nose, mouth, and stomach were filled with that fishy smell! She even felt that her breath smelled fishy.

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