Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

After determining the specific location of the star core, the four of them felt a lot more relaxed.

Even if there are no plans to break into the Yudian Tower directly now, the subsequent plans can begin to be gradually finalized.

March 7 was even more like a child, shouting happily.

"Go to the night market, go to the night market!"

In the protective shield that imitates the sky, the entire No. 7 City has been shrouded in night. The crescent moon in the sky emits a cool light, reflecting on thousands of households, covering the entire mirror city with a cold coat. .

Now is the busy time of the night market, with the sounds of hawking, noise, and music from roadside stalls constantly coming.

Whether they are assembly line workers coming off a shift in a factory, white-collar workers who have been sitting in an office building all day, or even unemployed people, they are all walking freely through the night market at this time.

At this moment, everyone is looking for happiness equally.

In the oil smoke, let the flame lick the metal, let the metal stir up the delicious food, and let the delicious food comfort people.

On March 7th, she heard the sound of the night market from afar, and the smell of the gluttonous fragrance touched her instinct, asking her to gorge herself on the food, making her mouth water.

She directly pulled Xing and rushed towards the night market, leaving Dan Heng and Xia Zhihui far behind.

But when she arrived at the door of the night market, she pulled Xing to a stop and kept waving her hands to urge him.

"So slow, you two!"

"Come on!"

Xia Zhihui quickened his pace a little. He also wanted to have something to celebrate.

But Dan Heng still took his time.

Xing originally just planned to come out to implement the plan, but now he was pulled to the door of the night market by March 7th, and seeing such a lively night market, naturally he couldn't help it anymore.

She pulled the sleeve of March 7 next to her, pointed at the night market and said.

"Let's go in quickly. Dan Heng won't get lost anyway!"

March 7 looked at Xia Zhihui.

"what do you say?"

"It's better to wait together. If you have more people, you can buy a few more different snacks to try."

If the two of them planned to go in first, then he would definitely have to wait for Dan Heng to come with them.

At that time, there will be two groups of people, two in each group.

If there are two people, there are not many kinds of snacks that can be eaten, but it is different for four people.

Of course, you can also buy a lot of snacks and then gather together to enjoy them, but who can resist the temptation to eat freshly cooked and warm snacks?

Anyway, March 7th and Xia Zhihui couldn't bear it.

Amid constant shouting, the four of them entered the night market.

The supplies in City No. 7 are not very scarce, so there are snacks made from various ingredients in the night market.

But the price...

That is not something ordinary people can afford.

Even people living in City No. 7 cannot enjoy the joy brought by the night market without a stable and high-paying job.

For example, Kimura Haru, he runs several card tables by himself and charges tea fees and table fees every night. Apart from that, he has no other apparent income.

Therefore, he usually lives by drinking nutritional supplements. Only on the wall behind the bar, there are many green vegetables grown, waiting for him to enjoy when he is hungry.

But the four of them were lucky. After all, they were not locals, but came from other worlds.

Xia Zhihui and Xing were a little poorer, but Yue Qi and Dan Heng were old and rich.

After all, the mission of Ms. Black Tower never depends on the reward. It is all paid by the space station director Esda.

Esta spends money generously and has a good friendship with Jizi. Whenever she sets a salary, she always gives it a few more points than her peers.

There are only a few companies that can carry out the mission of searching for strange objects in the entire galaxy, and the Star Dome Train Group is the most efficient.

Therefore, after the two of them experienced many missions, their current net worth is that of the two higher ones among the four.

At this moment, March 7th was fascinated by the kebab stall on the roadside.

Logically speaking, in a place like No. 7 City, kebabs should be served on electric stoves, but in pursuit of a better flavor, the owner of this kebab stall chose charcoal fire from who knows where.

The kebabs are sizzling over the charcoal fire, and the meat is tender and mouth-watering.

Then spray the condiments, salt, cumin, chili powder on it like a goddess scattering flowers, and apply a little oil.

The fragrance hits your nostrils immediately.

March 7 closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and finally let out a long sigh.

"what--"

"smell good!"

"Boss, here are four people!"

"Okay!"

The boss wearing a chef's hat is a middle-aged uncle. He is burly and smiling. He is wrapped in a white apron and his clothes are clean. He does not look like a barbecue guy at all.

It can only be said that he is very strict about hygiene, and you can tell at a glance that the food he makes is safe to eat.

His outstanding barbecue skills attracted many diners to watch, and the stall was big enough that only March 7 could gather around the stall with them.

The boss's left hand is normal, but his right hand has been replaced with a mechanical prosthesis, which is very easy to disassemble.

From time to time, Xia Zhihui can see that his mechanical right arm disconnects from the wrist and the palm of his right hand, and then sprays various seasonings from the cross section, and then closes it again, and continues to turn over and apply oil. The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, eliminating the need to pick it up. There is no delay in the trivial steps of different spice jars.

The old diners next to him saw the unfamiliar faces of March 7 and Xia Zhihui, and smiled.

"Is this your first time here?"

March 7 smiled like a friendly girl next door.

"Yes, brother, this is our first time here!"

"Can you recommend something delicious to us?"

"Hi!"

The old diner who just spoke to him smiled so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could kill a fly.

"Brother, I'm already sixty, you have to call me uncle!"

"But you asked the right person about this night market. I have lived here for more than ten years. No one knows what is delicious and fun in this night market better than me!"

"But I suggest you eat kebabs first before going shopping. After all, Brother Qiaobu's kebabs are the signature of the night market."

March 7 was chatting with this old diner, and not long after, Xia Zhihui also joined the conversation.

Internet-addicted girl Xing and taciturn boy Dan Heng, one is playing with a mobile phone and the other is reading a book that he picked out from somewhere.

Xia Zhihui, who joined the conversation, didn't say much. He just commented on a variety of snacks and looked at Qiaobu's kebab skills from time to time, planning to learn from them secretly.

Chef Qiaobu moves quickly and skillfully flips the meat skewers on the grill so that each side is evenly heated. The fat drips continuously on the charcoal fire, stirring up bursts of alluring aroma.

The ingredients that have been prepared a long time ago are moderately salty and fragrant. Just smelling it can bring out the gluttons in people's stomachs.

After just chatting for a while, March 7 wiped the saliva twice.