Reborn in the end of the world, I scavenged in the empty city and bought for free

The next day, Meng Xue got up very early. She saw some people in the hall asking about accommodation.

The streets outside were also bustling with people. Meng Xue just remembered that starting today, people above seemed to be able to enter and exit the underground city freely. However, in the first two months, it was stipulated that the number of people entering the city every day could not exceed 50,000. It seemed that this was because the underground city's networking system was not yet complete, and the base still needed some time to verify the identities of citizens entering and leaving.

It was already 9:30 in the morning when Meng Xue got up. She remembered that the front desk said that she could have breakfast in the restaurant and she just needed to tell the waiter her room number. However, the latest time for breakfast could not exceed 9:30, so Meng Xue quickly quickened her pace and arrived at the restaurant.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the restaurant. At 9:30, I only saw one table of people ordering food.

Meng Xue found a seat in the corner and sat down. She had not visited the restaurant when she checked in yesterday. Now it seemed that the restaurant was not very big, with only about ten tables. However, the restaurant was decorated in a bohemian style. The most comfortable thing about this restaurant was that there were green potted plants and some very interesting decorations everywhere. For example, the wallpaper in the restaurant was earth-toned, but there were some oil paintings hanging on the walls, and sunflowers were inserted in the glass bottles on the tables.

Soon after she sat down, a young girl came up to her and asked her to order. Meng Xue quickly told her her room number.

Seeing the waiter's surprised look, Meng Xue quickly asked: "Is it true that we can't have breakfast after 9:30?"

The waiter didn't expect her to ask this, so he smiled and comforted her, "No, no, a proper delay is fine. The reason why it's before 9:30 is because after 9 o'clock our kitchen has to prepare lunch. However, there aren't many people eating these days, so the kitchen can still handle it. But actually, if you want to sleep in next time, tell the front desk the night before, and we can save your breakfast for you."

"Really? Thank you so much." Meng Xue didn't expect the service in this store to be so thoughtful. The waiters must have been trained. They looked very friendly and didn't have any bad looks. Unlike several hotels she had consulted before, when they immediately showed impatience on their faces when they saw her hesitate because of the price of accommodation.

About ten minutes later, breakfast was served. I originally thought that the breakfast in the guesthouse would be basically the same Western food, such as toast and jam that would make you sour, or fried eggs and fried noodles with a slightly fishy smell.

However, when the waiter brought the breakfast, Meng Xue's eyes widened. It was a bowl of steaming noodle soup in the temperature below zero degrees.

"Today's breakfast is noodles with lard residue and fried eggs. Eat slowly." The waitress was a round-faced girl. I heard the kitchen staff call her Xiaofeng before. She was about the same age as Meimei at the front desk, and seemed to be living in the guesthouse as well.

This bowl of noodles was as big as Meng Xue's face, with a layer of golden lard floating on it, and on one side were some shredded lard and a perfectly fried egg, and there were even a few sprigs of water spinach in the noodles.

Meng Xue took a sniff and the noodle soup was fragrant, better than any other noodle soup she had tasted in restaurants before.

I couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and scoop some soup. The soup was filled with the aroma of lard and scallion oil. I took another bite of the lard and it was so crispy and oily. The peculiar smell of pork seemed to be handled well and it didn't taste weird.

Having a bowl of hot noodle soup in the winter is the happiest thing.