Meng Yi tucked his robe under his arm, holding a few lists in his hand, and walked into a breakfast shop.
Eat first!
It is said that the owner of this store believes in a god who loves food. If all people's gods were as simple as this, how wonderful this world would be.
There were quite a few people in the store, which made Meng Yi feel relieved, indicating that this was not a black shop.
Of course, one also has to be wary of certain people. For example, as soon as he entered the door, he found a diner biting his finger and smearing the blood evenly on the tableware.
An old lady was greeting customers attentively. She saw Meng Yi standing at the door in a daze. She followed his gaze but didn't take it seriously.
"Don't worry about what you eat, young man. The kitchen has been set up with ritual magic. All the ingredients and tableware have been purified."
The blood-smeared diner was discovered for what he had done, but he remained calm and composed:
"Worship the gods!"
That self-righteous look made Meng Yi start to doubt whether he was too sensitive?
"Oh... cough." When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
I guess it would be about the same if I changed to another store. As for going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and cook them myself?
Meng Yi couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be killed, literally killed.
He came to his senses, glanced at the menu on the wall, and blurted out, "So expensive?"
Fifteen yuan was only enough for him to buy a basket of buns.
So what's his income level? Two thousand a month.
The old lady frowned. "How is it expensive? Please stop talking nonsense. The chef in our store is a divinely blessed one!"
"Besides, the agricultural areas in the city were ravaged by a plague last month, and food production has decreased."
Meng Yi was too lazy to refute. How could such a small shop sell products from an agricultural area?
Aren't they all ripened by ritual magic?
As for the divinely blessed cook, it makes sense, but who knows what kind of virtue this divine being has.
The aunt rolled her eyes and asked, "What are you eating?"
"A basket of buns."
Meng Yi fumbled out all his assets and handed them over.
The old lady glanced at the few people who came over and said with disdain: "Poor bastard."
Although it is indeed poor for such a grown man to only eat one basket of buns, but auntie, which God do you believe in?
Meng Yi shook his head and picked a table casually...carefully.
He checked the seats for hidden thorns and barbs, and the tables for hidden tricks. Even when the aunt threw the buns to him to eat, he would break them open and check them before eating.
Although the safety of a breakfast shop like this should be basically guaranteed, Meng Yi did not dare to take it lightly.
Damn, life is so tiring!
He stuffed the bun into his mouth fiercely.
Huh?! It's surprisingly delicious.
Meng Yi finished the battle in just a few bites, touched his stomach which showed no change, and sighed softly. There was probably no one poorer than him who had received divine grace.
Hiss...Meng Yi shuddered.
He didn't touch the bodies of the two divine benefactors last night.
Regret it!
Bang——
Someone slammed the table, and Meng Yi looked in the direction of the sound.
"Your store doesn't have this, and you don't have that?"
The aunt's face turned pale.
The man who slammed the table was a little panicked, and his tone was a little pleading: "I don't want money!"
Meng Yi noticed that a sticky liquid was dripping down this person's body.
He stayed away calmly, saying that it was not contagious and that this was no joke.
"Is this a money issue? Are you crazy? Why do you come here to eat seafood?" The aunt could no longer bear it.
Meng Yi felt sympathy for that guy.
Eating seafood in this era?
What a dream.
Who dares to go to the beach?
It's simply the headquarters of the alienated entities.
Many people cast sympathetic glances at him.
Everyone can predict his ending. Sooner or later, he will lose the protection of the gods.
It seems that this is a request from the gods, forcing the poor people who are desperate to seek medical treatment.
More and more slime flowed from the other person's body.
Meng Yi raised his eyebrows. This was a person blessed by God. An ordinary person could not behave like this.
The auntie turned her head and shouted to the kitchen: "Son, someone is looking for trouble!"
Rough cooking sounds came from the back kitchen, and one could taste the irritability from inside.
"Which bastard doesn't know that my shop has been open for seven or eight days?"
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