Qing canceled his plan to go to the 99th Floor Paradise, even though it was right next to the Luyao snack bar. He took the elevator downstairs with his takeaway and took the subway back to Area C.
Area A and Area C are nearly thirty stops apart, and the return trip takes an hour.
The precise route and travel time were originally set in order to restore modern human life as realistically as possible. Qing used to like this slow and leisurely sense of reality, but now he feels that the journey back is far and long, and he wants to get back to the theme park quickly.
Most of the people on the subway had numb expressions and dull eyes.
Only the passenger sitting next to Qing had his eyes moving restlessly, and from time to time he looked down at the takeaway box in Qing's hand, his nose twitching, and he always felt that there was a fragrance wafting out of the box.
But how is it possible?
The young man looked very strong. It was no surprise that he was the guard of the amusement park. The passengers did not dare to talk to him.
The subway arrived at the station and Qing stood up.
The passenger who had been entangled all the way mustered up the courage to speak: "Sir, may I ask where did you buy the things in your hand? It sounds a bit ridiculous, but I seem to smell a fragrance."
The people around turned their heads to look over. In fact, the passengers in this car all smelled a faint fragrance, but they all thought it was impossible.
Qing said coldly: "Area A, 99th Floor Theme Park. Be polite when you go there, and don't scare the owner."
When they heard the name of Area A, 99th Floor Theme Park, everyone understood.
99th Floor Theme Park is one of the highest-rated theme parks in the country, and it is also one of the only three theme parks in the country that can play restricted games.
The environment is super realistic. Whether in the game or watching it on site, the experience is great.
Nowadays, even the snacks sold can simulate the aroma of food. This is incredible.
Immediately, several passengers got off the subway and transferred to another direction, preparing to go to the 99th floor amusement park.
Qing returned to the cake shop amusement park in Zone C. When his colleagues saw him, they were surprised: "You are back so soon?"
"Yeah."
Qing hid the takeaway box in the innermost part of his personal locker, set up a few barriers, changed clothes and went out.
The colleague was holding a teacup. Although there was no tea in the cup, it did not hinder him from showing off his health-conscious personality: "What are you doing?"
Qing said lightly: "Move around."
Then he pushed open the door of the amusement park and entered the room with the smallest house number.
The colleague shrugged helplessly, thinking that Qing might have been stimulated after the inspection and study at the 99th floor amusement park, and actually entered the game himself.
Today's challengers are afraid that it will be difficult.
However, the guards entering the game will increase the difficulty of the game, and the game process will be more thrilling and exciting, and the watchability will be improved.
Today's revenue should be high, the colleague thought happily.
Six hours later, Qing came out of the amusement park, took a shower and changed clothes, and then took out grilled chicken wings and milk from the item cabinet and returned to the office to enjoy.
When the colleague saw him, he was surprised again: "You came out so soon?"
Qing took a bite of the chicken wing, closed his eyes and enjoyed it. As he expected, enjoying delicious food after work doubled his sense of happiness and satisfaction.
Keeping the food warm is the easiest thing for them. After seven or eight hours, the chicken wings are still warm and taste their best. Water droplets condense on the milk carton, just like it was just taken out of the freezer.
A colleague stood by and stared at him, "What are you eating?"
Qing opened his eyes and looked at the few chicken wings left in the box. He frowned for several minutes and made a difficult decision. He took out a spicy grilled wing and reluctantly shared a box of milk. He pushed it in front of his colleague and uttered a word through gritted teeth: "Eat."
The colleague with a conspicuous red hair was named Chi. He didn't appreciate it. "Did you buy this from Area A? It looks real, but it tastes the same. I'll let it go, you eat it yourself."
Qing closed his eyes and insisted on pushing the chicken wings in front of Chi: "Eat, it's different."
What's different? It
's not all an illusion.
Chi didn't understand, but seeing Qing was so insistent, he picked up the chicken wing and took a bite. His eyes widened instantly: "Hmm!!!"
The meat was tender and greasy. The heat and seasoning of the roasted chicken wing were very well controlled. Chi didn't have time to think. The next second, a strong spicy taste swept through his mouth. It was an extremely real and stimulating feeling, as if countless tiny needles were constantly pricking his tongue. It
was completely different from the food outside that was made by magic.
After Chi finished eating a roasted wing, he picked up the milk next to him and drank it in one gulp. He sighed with satisfaction: "Huh - where did you buy these?"
As he spoke, his hand naturally reached out, ready to grab another roasted wing, but Qing raised his hand to block him.
Qing held the box in his arms with both hands, his face cold: "99th floor amusement park, go buy it yourself."
Chi complained dissatisfiedly: "Stingy."
Qing suddenly said proudly: "Go tomorrow. There is no more today, all of them are here."
Chi had already walked to the door, and turned back after hearing this, his face full of despair. After a while, he rushed to Qing's side with eager eyes: "Brother, can you give me another one?"
Area A, 99th floor, at the door of Luyao Snack Shop.
Luyao and Xingzi looked at each other, both with doubts in their eyes.
Luyao said: "It's sweet because of sugar. What's the matter with popcorn?"
Xingzi touched the edge of the soup bowl, and it was hot to the touch. He couldn't help but lower his head and drink another sip. It was really sweet.
Not only is it sweet, the dumplings are soft and glutinous, the fermented glutinous rice has a strong aroma, and it is full of boiling sweet water, soft and fluffy, mixed with the aroma of red dates and wolfberries, and tastes like... like a bowl of real sweet soup.
Xingzi drank the whole bowl unconsciously, looked up to meet Lu Yao's eyes, and wiped her mouth shyly.
She picked up a grain of popcorn, held it between her fingertips and squeezed it gently. The popcorn popped and disappeared like a soap bubble. "It was originally an illusion, so it has no texture or smell when eaten."
Lu Yao blinked, thinking of the reaction of the first customer yesterday and the way Xingzi drank the sweet soup just now. A guess came to her mind: Is the food here all made of illusion?
What kind of world is this?
Don't people here need to eat?
But they can obviously eat and like the food in her store.
Xingzi seemed to have no doubts. She stood up and pointed to a movie theater not far away and said, "My name is Xingzi, and I work in that movie theater. The sweet soup is delicious. Pack two more for me and pay for the bowl you just had."
Lu Yao stood up, scooped the soup into a box, and said with a smile, "My name is Lu Yao. Just pay for two bowls. Wasn't the bowl you just had exchanged for popcorn? I did receive it."
The bucket of popcorn made her realize that the food in this world is likely to be made by pinching and cannot be eaten.
This information is very useful, and a bowl of sweet soup is worth it.
Xingzi didn't hesitate, and nodded to accept it. She paid the bill and left with two bowls of sweet soup.
Lu Yao only remembered to count the bill at this time. She was too busy yesterday and she didn't check how much money she made.
There are QR codes on the stalls and tables, and the customers here seem to understand it. Without asking her how to pay, she paid spontaneously.
The system has a built-in anti-tyrant program, and you will never leave without paying for your meal.
This is also an important reason why Lu Yao can support a small shop by himself. The system is equivalent to temporarily replacing the job of the cashier.
Lu Yao looked at the total income from yesterday and the income from two bowls of sweet soup today, and fell into deep thought: What the hell is this?
Where is her money? Even if it is not RMB, it should be some kind of currency, right?
What is the "income of one hundred and seventy hours, about seven days" on the account?
System: [Report to the owner, time is the only commodity in this world. There is nothing here except eternal time, and residents can only exchange time for food. 】
Lu Yao: "...You never told me this. Can't you convert my time income into soft sister coins for me?"
System: [Sorry, this system is designed to help store owners realize their dreams and does not have banking functions. 】
Lu Yao: "...That means I will bear all the expenses of opening a store, but I will not have any income?"
System: [To realize your dream, you have to pay a price. 】
Lu Yao: "..."
She didn't even know what wish she made, but she had to pay such a terrible price.
This is a pitfall system!
The system seemed to sense Lu Yao's speechlessness, and said in a general way to ease the atmosphere: [Time can be stored in a warehouse. If the store owner wants to extend his life, he can directly integrate the time income into your life span. Think about it from another perspective. As long as you keep running a store in this world, you can gain eternal life. Many people hope so. 】
Lu Yao: "..."
How can you keep the store open without money?
[Excuse me, do you want to extend your life? 】
Lu Yao: "...Not in use for now, store it in the warehouse first."
After arguing with the system, Lu Yao remembered to take a look at the menu.
The menu on the stall was slightly different from the menu she saw on the system page. The system page was in Chinese characters, and there was no price behind the menu.
The universal menu was in a language she had never seen before, but she could understand it.
Spicy grilled wings, one for six hours, a pair for twelve hours.
Wine-brewed meatballs, a bowl for four hours.
Ice milk, a box for three hours.
...Okay.
Time can also be quantified. Lu Yao finally felt that this place was indeed a different world.
Lu Yao admitted that she was a layman. She preferred the simple and straightforward happiness of counting money to the ethereal time.
She sat down unhappily, finished her breakfast, and cleared away the dishes.
The elevator door on the 99th floor opened, and three or four people walked down. They saw the door of Lu Yao's snack bar wide open from a distance. One of them shouted excitedly: "It's open, it's that one!"
Lu Yao came out of the store. Several people were already standing in front of the stall and had even looked at the menu. One of them was particularly eager: "Owner, I want a pair of hell spicy grilled wings, a bowl of sweet soup, and a box of ice milk."
The other three followed and asked for the same thing. Lu Yao
was a little disappointed just now, but suddenly several customers came, and he couldn't help but feel happy again.
She put the chicken wings on the grill and bent over to scoop up the sweet soup. "Do you want to eat here or take away?"
The four customers discussed. They had all come from Area C to Area A. They might as well go to the R-rated movie theater to splurge and relax for a day, so they all asked for take away.
The customer who was very anxious at first stood in front of the grill with eager eyes, sniffing the aroma of meat and oil after the meat was roasted over the charcoal fire. He was sure that it was the smell he smelled on the subway yesterday, and couldn't help asking: "Owner, are you not opening the store in the afternoon?"
Lu Yao: "Yes."
"We came here yesterday afternoon, and it was not open."
"Oh, the ingredients were sold out in the morning, so you closed it."
"So that's why."
Aren't they all made with illusions? You can just make more after they're sold out. Is there any need to close the store?
Is it because it's more difficult to make food with a smell, so you have to close the store and concentrate on your work?
The more the customer thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. After all, this was the only store in the area that could make food with flavor.
The prices were also very affordable, not at all like a store next to a high-end theme park.
Lu Yao packed four servings of food, handed them to the customers, and then quietly observed how they paid.
Unlike what she expected, they didn't scan the code or use their mobile phones.
When paying, they tapped the QR code with their fingertips, and then left with the items.
Lu Yao immediately checked the account, and the income from the food sales had already been received, not a penny less.
How great it would be if it was all money.
Lu Yao regretted it again.
Watching the four people walk into the cinema, Lu Yao felt a little curious.
What kind of movies would be played in the cinema in the other world?
I must see it if I have the chance in the future.
After that group of customers left, no one came back.
After consuming some chicken wings, Lu Yao went back to the store to get some.
About half an hour later, people came out of the cinema and headed straight to Lu Yao's snack bar.
"Two pairs of Hell Spicy Grilled Wings, a bowl of sweet soup, and two boxes of ice milk."
"One pair of Hell Spicy Grilled Wings, and one box of ice milk!"
"Two pairs of Hellish Spicy Grilled Wings and a bowl of sweet soup. Please, owner, hurry up!" A
long line formed in front of the snack stand, and people kept coming out of the cinema.
A group of people packed up and left, and within a few minutes, another group of people came out.
Lu Yao was busy grilling chicken wings and scooping sweet soup, his feet didn't touch the ground, his forehead was wet with sweat, but the line in front of the stall was getting longer and longer.
When Chi and Qing took the elevator to the 99th floor, the long line in the snack bar had already reached the elevator entrance.
"Are these people lining up to buy spicy grilled wings?" Chi asked dejectedly.
Ever since he tasted the spicy grilled wings, he had been thinking about it all night and couldn't sleep at all.
I got up early and took a leave to rush here from Area C. I thought I could immediately taste the lingering taste, but there were too many people.
Qing said nothing and walked to the end of the line silently.
He had expected this situation.
By noon, all the prepared ingredients were sold out, and there were still more than a dozen people queuing in front of the stall.
Lu Yao wiped his sweat and announced: "Sorry, the ingredients are sold out and we are closed. Come back tomorrow."
Those who didn't get a chance to queue stood for a while, and after confirming again and again that they couldn't buy anything, they dispersed disappointedly.
While Lu Yao was packing up, she was thinking that she would have to prepare more ingredients tomorrow.
After packing up, she would have to go to the supermarket to buy more.
She considered whether to contact the supplier to deliver the goods to her door, which would be more convenient than going to the supermarket every day.
Chi stood in front of the stall, his face full of reluctance, he was just one person away from being in line, just one person.
When Lu Yao packed up the grill, tables and stools and was about to close the store, he looked up and saw Chi.
The red hair was too eye-catching, a very two-dimensional hair color, but it didn't look out
of place on the young man. The moment their eyes met, Chi felt that he saw hope, took a step forward, and said pitifully: "Owner, I came from far away, your spicy grilled wings are so delicious."
Lu Yao: "..."
There really is not a drop left.
She turned around, and after a moment she took out two lollipops and handed them to Chi and Qing who was standing beside him, "We are really out of grilled wings. I'm going out to restock now, and come back early tomorrow." When
handing the lollipop to Chi, Lu Yao's fingertips lightly brushed over his, but she didn't notice, and closed the store after stuffing the candy.
Chi stood for a while, then slowly turned to look at Qing: "I touched her hand."
Qing: "..."
Chi: "Just a little bit, she was hot."
But they were all cool.
Lu Yao took a shower, changed her sweaty clothes, and went out to prepare the goods.
She went to the farmers' market which was farther away from the supermarket, walked around for a few rounds, bought the ingredients and seasonings she needed, and learned that the purchase price of the farmers' market was much cheaper than that of the supermarket, and it also provided door-to-door delivery services.
She found several bosses and determined a supplier for delivering drinks. She planned to wait and see for a while before deciding on other goods.
Back in the store, Lu Yao immediately began to prepare ingredients for the next day.
She didn't know yet that the reputation of Lu Yao's snack bar had spread in the other world.
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