Perhaps because of occupational diseases, Liu Ziru always believes that no matter what it is, as long as it is connected to the appetite, it can be accepted faster.

Although he did not make or invented it, he thought this thing was indeed very useful.

Christina opened the box and was very happy to see the Chinese character cookies inside. However, she immediately had a question, "Shopkeeper, why do you always like to give me food?"

As a store manager and a serious superior, Liu Ziru certainly cannot say that he has the hobby of eating others.

He said righteously, "I think interest is the best teacher. You see, there are no people in this world who don't eat, right? So, just by connecting something with food, you can interest anyone. If you are not interested, it must be that the food is not delicious."

There seems to be nothing wrong. Christina does not think that Liu Ziru's theory of divine is wrong, and it also makes sense.

Finally, the two bought a lot of children's books. As for clothes, they only chose two simple sets of sportswear. The shoes were also replaced by ASIX's professional running shoes.

Although Christina thinks that this outfit is less protective, she is still very comfortable to wear.

Liu Ziru looked at Del Christina with a new look, feeling much better. What he was hesitating now was whether to take her to buy underwear.

At this moment, Christina seemed to be vacuum...at least it was empty... Because through the sportswear, Liu Ziru had already seen two points protruding in the round arc.

purchase!

After some struggle, justice finally defeated evil. Liu Ziru pulled Christina and came to the underwear section.

Christina looked at the rows of underwear and said normally, "I don't wear these very much."

"It must be worn in this world! This is the most basic etiquette!" Liu Ziru said affirmatively.

No matter how he talks nonsense, Christina will believe it. After all, for Christina, Liu Ziru now represents the authority of this world. This is basically the same as children worshipping their father.

As a father, there will inevitably be a period of psychological decline. Children grow up and grow older. Children are only richer and more knowledge they have become older. The image of a tall father will definitely fall from the altar, and psychological discomfort will inevitably go through a decline.

"Well! Please help her pick it!" Liu Ziru said to the salesperson.

Because in recent years, people have become tired of the overly enthusiastic shopping guides, so in recent years, a new supermarket-style shopping model has become popular.

The clerk will not take the initiative to sell any products. Customers choose to see it themselves. After choosing it, they can go to the fitting room to try it. When the test is right, they can buy it.

Although they do not actively promote it, it does not mean that they will not sell it. Because of the language barrier, Liu Ziru is still useful.

After he flipped over, the two gradually reached an agreement and began to gesture with different styles of underwear.

At the beginning, the shopping guide recommended some lace-like clothing, while Christina obviously prefers a cotton fabric with a slightly inferior appearance but a solid touch and material.

After more than ten minutes of selection, Christina finally chose some suitable underwear and took it to the fitting room.

"Who is she?" After Christina left, the shopping guide started chatting with Liu Ziru.

"Americans are just suburban people and speak in dialect, you may not understand." Liu Ziru replied.

"No wonder." The shopping guide nodded. She was still wondering just now. She had passed the CET-6 English and the young customer opposite spoke like English, but why didn't she understand it very much? Is there something wrong with the English she has learned for so many years?

After hearing the male customer's explanation, she felt much more relieved. It turned out that there was something wrong with the English she had not learned.

The two of them talked about each other for several minutes, and during the whole process, Liu Ziru was talking all over the world. Although the content of the conversation was not adjustable, Liu Ziru thought of a very realistic question. How should he introduce the newly appeared clerk to his friends later?

It would be fine if she looked very ordinary, but she looked like an oriental person. However, she looked like a Western foreigner.

I don’t have much contact with foreign countries. If they ask, how should I answer.

Problems, they are all problems.

Christina tried it out, Liu Ziru swiped the card to check out, and the two left the mall with big bags.

"It's so scary here!" Christina, who looks like a fresh and sporty girl, sighed while chewing the small Chinese biscuits.

Liu Ziru heard the sound of her chewing biscuits like a hamster, and felt a little uncomfortable all over her body.

People who engage in catering have two natural enemies, one is cockroaches and the other is rats.

Logically speaking, after being operated by the Radiation Canteen for so many years, there should have been cockroaches and rats, and it has spread throughout the building.

But, strangely, there was no rat or cockroach in the Radiation Canteen. It was clean and didn't look like a restaurant.

You know, even the most high-end star-rated hotels cannot actually completely eliminate the traces of these small animals.

Longing for food is a biological instinct. If mice and cockroaches don’t come, is it because they are too unpalatable to cook their own food?

Liu Ziru carefully explored this issue. He tasted all the dishes he cooked and asked the customers who were eating in the store. There was no problem with eating. That could only prove that it was not that there was a problem with the food he cooked, but that there was a problem with the house where the store was opened.

Yes, if the house is normal, there will be a group of people coming to eat from another world at a fixed time every week.

Liu Ziru was also very surprised, why these people came to this world and went back for only a meal. According to the principle, or according to Qidian Novels, even if they did not dominate the other world, they would at least take goods from this world from that world and happily become a second-hand dealer.

However, whenever Liu Ziru asked about this, the wasteland visitors were secretive, as if there was a big secret in it.

Over time, Liu Ziru stopped asking, after all, he couldn't find the result.

"How is it scary?" After thinking about it, Liu Ziru took a while to follow Christina's words.

"It's so expensive here! It's simply a giant gold-swallowing beast!" said Christina.

"Well, I think this place is scary, so I rarely come here." Liu Ziru replied.

"Then why did you bring me here?"

“Because you need new clothes.”

"Then...what is that?" Christina asked, pointing to the street stall.

"That's the octopus meatballs. Do you want to eat it?"

"I want to!" Christina, who was still chewing the small biscuits in her mouth, replied without thinking.

Although you can always see octopus meatballs on the street, there are not many that can be made delicious.

When setting up a stall and trying to make octopus meatballs, in addition to testing the chef's personal production level and the quality of ingredients, there is another big problem, which is that there must be enough traffic.

Why is this?

The answer is very simple. This is determined by the taste characteristics of the octopus meatballs. What is the best octopus meatball? It is the kind that looks crispy on the outside and bursts into a rich soup when biting in the mouth.

If there is insufficient traffic in the stall, there will be two consequences. One is to continue roasting on the stove and bake the octopus balls too hard. Although the shell is still crispy, the liquid soup inside also solidifies into hard blocks.

Another type is to put the roasted octopus meatballs in a box, so when someone comes to buy them, although the soup is still there, the crispy crust is gone.

Christina approached the stall and did not rush to ask for a small octopus ball, but watched their way.

There are two iron plates on the stall. Each iron plate can make forty octopus meatballs.

The iron plate on Christina's left hand was empty, and the master opposite saw a lightly brushing in each hemispherical groove with oil. With his wrist turning, he brushed all the forty grooves with oil.

After brushing the oil, the master took out a high metal hole, and there was a switch on the handle. Hovered over the groove at the corner, pressed the trigger, and the viscous liquid flowed out of the funnel.

Left, up, right, up, left, one groove after another, is covered.

Next, the master threw the onion, lettuce, and diced octopus into the groove. Wait for a while, take out the steel mark and flip the meatballs from the center.

The steel mark in one hand presses against the load bearing of the meatballs, while the steel mark in the other hand is responsible for spinning. After thousands of repetitions, he has mastered the master's skillful movements. He may not have been rotated for a second for each meatball. In less than a minute, he flipped all the meatballs.

Of course, turning is not a complete turn, but a half turn. Because, time is required to wait for the new sphere to take shape.

Christina was very addicted to such regular and beautiful things. She kept eating small biscuits in her mouth and staring at the octopus meatballs with her eyes fixed on them.

Liu Ziru waited for the octopus balls on this iron plate to cook before telling the boss two boxes. The boss used a steel needle to pick the balls into the boat-shaped box. After filling the box, his assistant was responsible for sprinkling seasonings on it.

Woodfish flowers, seaweed crumbled, mayonnaise, tomato sauce.

Christina was holding a box containing the octopus balls, like she was holding a work of art.

"Eat slowly, it's hot!" Liu Ziru reminded him. He looked at the time. It was still plenty of time before the agreed time. Don't be too anxious. The time should be just right after eating.

Christina once again transformed into a golden kitten, perhaps because she was wearing a slim-looking type. She looked a little thin in sportswear, full of that thin beauty.

Of course, the actions of the two people are not as beautiful as this moment. The things in the big and small dolls are placed on the ground, and the two of them are squatting on the curbs, tasting junk food from the street.

Christina looked at the endless flow of traffic, and asked strangely, "Doesn't your world lack resources?"

"Why don't you lack it!" Liu Zirulun replied, "If I had not lacked resources, I would have been running into the communist world long ago."

"Then why are there so many cars on the road?" Christina asked, pointing to the car on the road.

Liu Ziru also looked at the question and asked back, "How many people do you think do you have in this city?"

Fortunately, Christina didn't take off her shoes and lifted her feet to count. She recalled the person she saw and was a little surprised.

Ten thousand?

Obviously more than ten thousand.

Hundred thousand?

It seems that more than one hundred thousand, so how much is it...

Is it a million?

Christina was startled by the numbers she imagined.

Even the capital of the Republic of New California, Shayin Town, is not so many people. According to rough statistics, Shayin Town is only more than 100,000 people. Is there so many people here in Shayin Town?

Although Christina has rich imagination, she still can't imagine the scene where so many people live in the same city.

Not to mention anything else, just how can you satisfy yourself by eating it? That's a million mouths!

Seeing that Christina was not speaking, Liu Ziru said to himself, "There are more than 20 million people in this city, and there are nearly 30 million people. Compared with so many people, how many cars are there? Not many.
To be continued...