Ling Qingxue watched as the shop assistant pointed a glowing "metal plate" (a barcode scanner) at Zhang Shaozhong's phone and "beeped" it, completing the payment. She was once again shocked.
"This is... telekinesis? When did transactions become so... childish?"
In her mind, transactions were still involving gold, silver, or spirit stones.
Ye Meier, however, was more interested in Zhang Shaozhong's phone:
"Kid, you can actually use this black box as a money bag? That's interesting! Let me see it!"
He reached out to take it.
Zhang Shaozhong was so frightened that he quickly hid his phone.
"I can't give this away! It's very expensive! And it contains a lot of private information!"
"mean!"
Ye Meier snorted in dissatisfaction.
After changing into new clothes, I finally look less conspicuous, although my looks are still stunning.
Zhang Shaozhong carried their dirty clothes, feeling as if he had completed the first phase of the mission.
Stepping out of the clothing store, the two business tycoons were clearly still adjusting to modern clothes. Ling Qingxue kept tugging at the waistband of her jeans, feeling very uncomfortable with the tightness.
Ye Meier, on the other hand, had some complaints about the straps of her sandals, feeling that they didn't fit her feet properly when walking.
"Where to next?"
Looking at the bustling crowds and traffic on the street, Ye Meier rubbed her rumbling stomach.
"I'm hungry! Don't try to fool me with that lousy flatbread again this time!"
Zhang Shaozhong checked the time; it was almost lunchtime.
He pointed to a small restaurant not far away that looked fairly clean:
"Let's go to that restaurant, have a few stir-fried dishes, and eat rice."
Upon hearing "stir-fried dishes" and "rice," the two bigwigs' eyes seemed to light up for a moment, though they quickly concealed it.
Hot meals are obviously more appealing than dry, compressed biscuits.
Stepping into the restaurant brings yet another wave of cognitive shocks.
Looking at the colorful pictures on the menu sealed in plastic, Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier were once again at a loss.
"Braised pork? Why is the meat red?"
"Boiled fish? Can fish boiled in water taste good?"
"Mapo tofu? Why is tofu named after an old woman? And Mapo?"
Zhang Shaozhong was too lazy to explain everything, so he simply ordered a few home-style dishes:
Braised pork belly, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, tomato and egg soup, plus a large bowl of rice.
While we were waiting for the food, the waiter brought over a pot of tea and several cups.
Ling Qingxue frowned again as she looked at the rough ceramic teacup and the murky tea inside.
"How can such coarse tea be edible?"
Ye Meier was thirsty, so she poured herself a cup, took a sip, and then spat it out:
"What is this stuff? It's bitter and astringent! It tastes even worse than our Holy Church's mouthwash!"
Zhang Shaozhong:
"...This is free tea, so please make do with it."
Finally, the dishes arrived, and seeing the steaming hot and fragrant food, the two big shots finally shut their picky mouths for the time being.
Ling Qingxue picked up her chopsticks with great elegance, tried to pick up a piece of braised pork, and carefully put it into her mouth.
The soft, savory, and slightly salty texture melted in her mouth, causing her to pause for a moment.
Ye Meier was much more direct. She scooped a large spoonful of tomato and egg into her rice and ate it in big mouthfuls. Although she didn't say anything, she was obviously quite fast.
Seeing them finally eating quietly, Zhang Shaozhong felt as if he had finished serving two difficult masters and could finally catch his breath.
However, before he could catch his breath, he heard several young people at the next table loudly discussing a recently popular fantasy online game.
"Damn it! I didn't get any gear from the dungeon again yesterday!"
"That new fairy NPC is so pretty! But the storyline is too angsty!"
"The Demonic Cult Leader is really awesome! His skill effects are amazing!"
"A fairy?"
"The leader of the Demonic Sect?"
These two keywords instantly struck a nerve with the two bigwigs!
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier stopped eating almost simultaneously, their sharp gazes suddenly shooting towards the next table!
Zhang Shaozhong thought to himself: Oh no! This is bad!
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