Since the transformation, Jiang Youwei felt that her appetite seemed to have grown. No, to be more precise, she felt that her stomach had grown bigger. Although she didn't feel hungry, and certainly wouldn't starve to death, she could fill her stomach with food endlessly. "My stomach has turned into a dimensional pocket?" She was shocked by her own thoughts. So she tried to stuff a few difficult-to-digest foods into her stomach to verify her idea. "Ugh, ugh~ It seems that this is a dimensional pocket that can only hold food. Fortunately, it's okay!" After tossing and turning for half a day, Jiang Youwei was quite happy after she recovered - she got a body that would not gain weight no matter how much she ate.
But she didn't have the money to eat and drink to her heart's content in a specialty restaurant. "I remember I could eat a free meal under the pretext of exploring the restaurant!" She thought so, her saliva almost soaking her chest, but she had no intention of taking any action. As expected, she couldn't even think about going out.
For Jiang Youwei, a food processor was still a bit too expensive—primarily because of its expensive consumables and the frequent filter changes. "How about checking out that 'all-synthetic restaurant' on my evening walk?" She remembered passing one on her daily walk. These restaurants were essentially like regular buffets, except they used food processors as chefs. With food processors and incredibly low electricity costs as their two great protections, these restaurants could eat whatever they wanted without losing money. "Someone online calculated the cost, and at 64 yuan per person, you'd have to eat over 100 tons of food to break even." For a foodie, this world was a paradise—yes, you had to be a wealthy foodie. From another perspective, it seemed like anyone who could open a restaurant could make money. Unfortunately, in Jiang Youwei's province, all the "all-synthetic restaurants" were owned by a single family.
"Why is it closed?" The family only found out about this when they arrived there at dinner time.
"Hey, beauties! Are you here to eat at this restaurant? As you can see, they were eaten to death by a big eater." The man used his arms to make the outline of a black bear in front of him, then thought for a while, and made a bulldozer with an expression that was "not exaggerated at all."
"Stop joking," someone nearby shoved him. "That 'thing' is almost opening up the entire street here. Don't you know that?"
Upon hearing this, the group turned around and looked around. Indeed, there were only a few shops still open. So, Huang Xiaohong said: "We just came back from traveling these days."
The two men shook their heads simultaneously, then waved their hands. One of them said, "The neighborhood committee is right. I'd better stay out of the house lately." The other picked up two shovels from a tree trunk by the roadside and shouldered them.
After bidding farewell to the two volunteers cleaning up construction waste, Jiang Youwei noticed something was amiss in the city. "There are fewer people on the streets. It's not like usual," she speculated, drawing on her limited life experience. "Could it be another virus?" Unsure if it was a pneumonia virus, a T-virus, or even a meme, her imagination began to wander.
The last dinner we had was instant noodles.
. . . . . .
"This should be a pattern now." Jiang Youwei woke up and saw that the "light spot" had changed again. "So, by that calculation, it should be once a week, one o'clock every day!" Is this different from punching in at work? There shouldn't be much difference, just the difference between daily wages and monthly wages. No, in theory, that "currency" should be more like raffle tickets. "So this is getting paid by lottery! Damn capitalism!"
The signal source has been generated. Do you want to extract it?
"This should be considered a mission, right? No way, no way?"
Extracting...
"Using hyperspace teleportation to distribute work tasks is a unique method." At least Jiang Youwei had never seen this before.
Her telekinesis became increasingly adept, and she firmly pressed every loose object in the room back into its original position. "At least this is better than 'pollute first, clean up later'!" I gave her a thumbs-up for her idea.
This time, the object didn't fall directly like the previous two—it floated quietly in mid-air. "A ring? No, it looks like a bracelet. But who would wear a black bracelet?" Jiang Youwei noticed that the bracelet remained in place even in the air, not moving with the wind. "What is that?" She tried to penetrate the ring's interior with her telekinesis.
This time it was unsuccessful, and in the end, she only felt a ring.
"Solid? No, that's not right. Even if it's a piece of stone, I can sense its unique structure." Jiang Youwei felt like he'd hit it big. If it wasn't like stone, it definitely wasn't naturally formed. And if he couldn't sense its internal structure, it meant its power was beyond his imagination. In other words, to the current human eye, this thing was no different from a divine artifact.
"I got an SSR with a single draw! I just don't know what it will be like after training. As long as it's not Zhisong, it's fine!" Jiang Youwei suddenly became excited, just like she was when she first drew a double yolk egg a few years ago. She began to explore how to use this thing.
If we were to describe this scene, it would be similar to chimpanzees playing with their cell phones in your world.
The guy held the ring in front of his eyes, trying to see a different world through the ring: "Isn't this the emoticon package of 'the way to the second dimension'?" Jiang Youwei said this when he later recalled this shameful experience.
"Since it looks like a bracelet, shouldn't it be worn on the wrist?" Jiang Youwei suddenly thought after trying the stupid operation of "recognizing the owner by dripping blood".
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