The creation of the metaverse has set the world on fire

Shen Xing chuckled, "Why not? As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure the depth of the ocean by its depth. How can you conclude that there is no delicious food behind a door?"

"That's right." Sister Zhou didn't think much about it. She pushed the door open and walked in, followed closely by Shen Xing.

The world behind the door is the Asan Food Universe. Shen Xing is not sure where exactly it is in Asan Country.

Walking in, Shen Xing felt that it was very hot here, extremely hot. The sun above his head was like a furnace, extremely scorching. The streets were tattered and the environment and sanitation looked very poor.

Not far away, there is a row of snack stalls. People are coming and going on the street, but no one is wearing a mask.

Seeing this scene, all the viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned and asked:

"Fuck, where is this place? The Metaverse? Or the Asan Kingdom?"

“Isn’t that Ah San’s street food?”

“Is this the real world or the metaverse?”

"Brother Xing and Sister Zhou, did you go traveling to India?"

Seeing this, Shen Xing replied: "This is the latest Asan Food Metaverse I developed."

"Good boy, Brother Xing is doing it again!"

"I'm going, can I still play like this?"

"It's so interesting! With this technology, traveling around the world without leaving home is no longer a dream!"

"When will this Metaverse be released? I want to buy it!"

"I've been watching Yongzi for a long time, but I haven't had the chance to go to Asan Country. If this Asan Metaverse is released, I will definitely buy it to experience it."

After glancing at the comments, Shen Xing replied, "Brothers, this Metaverse is not going to be released yet. Sister Zhou and I will try it out as testers first. If the effect is good, we will release it to the players."

"Great!"

When Sister Zhou learned the truth, she rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Damn it, I knew it. Where are the various delicacies you promised? Is this all?"

"What's wrong? Brother San's food is not considered good food?" Shen Xing immediately retorted: "Besides, don't you watch San's food videos every day? Don't you want to try it at all?"

Hearing this, Sister Zhou became a little hesitant.

When she is live streaming, she occasionally watches some interesting videos on the Internet, which naturally includes Indian food.

Every time I see Indian food videos, I feel a little nauseous, but for some reason, the more I watch, the more addicted I become and I can’t stop.

Sister Zhou sometimes wonders if she might have the legendary masochistic physique?

However, it is one thing for her to watch, but it is impossible for her to experience it in the real world!

You know, in reality, it is extremely dangerous for a girl to go to India.

It's definitely not worth the hassle to try their food.

But now in the metaverse, you don’t have to worry about any risks and you can also taste Indian cuisine at a great value for money.

but……

Seeing the dirty and messy environment around her, Sister Zhou still had some resistance. She struggled for a while and said, "I want to, but you have to tell me clearly first. Will your body have any strange reactions after eating the food here?"

Shen Xing laughed as soon as she heard this: "Please, big sister, this is the metaverse. Although everything looks very real, it is virtual after all. Any food you taste is just a taste signal simulated by the brain machine in your brain!"

"In reality, your body won't be affected in any way."

After hearing what Shen Xing said, Sister Zhou finally felt relieved, and an eager expression appeared on her face: "Okay, then I'll go and try it!"

At this time, Shen Xing noticed a little sweat on Sister Zhou's forehead, and immediately pointed to a lemonade stand nearby and said, "Sister Zhou, I think you must be thirsty. Drink a glass of lemonade to cool down first, and then eat something else?"

"Okay." Sister Zhou nodded immediately, "But you have to come with me. You have to eat whatever I eat. Otherwise, I won't play with you."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Shen Xing was also happy. He thought to himself, this is a virtual world after all. As long as he overcomes the feelings transmitted by the brain, no matter how bad the food tastes, it won't matter!

So the two of them walked over to the stall.

"Hello, Third Brother, I want two glasses of lemonade!" Sister Zhou said politely to the stall owner.

“……*%%……￥?!” Unexpectedly, the boss didn’t understand at all and said a lot of gibberish.

"Ah this!"

Sister Zhou and Shen Xing looked at each other.

Soon Sister Zhou came up with a solution. She gestured to the boss and said, "You say yours, I say mine." After some communication, the boss actually roughly understood what Sister Zhou meant.

"Two!?"

The boss stretched out two black fingers towards Sister Zhou.

"Yes! Yes!"

Sister Zhou nodded quickly.

The boss said nothing more and started making lemonade.

At this time, Sister Zhou looked at the boss.

The lemonade seller had a buzz cut, dark skin, and obvious Indian looks. He wore a dust jacket on the upper body and black trousers on the lower body, looking very business-like.

However, the shirt seemed to have been worn for a long time and had shrunk a bit, unable to even cover the fat on the belly, making the waist and abdomen look very tight, as if the buttons were about to burst.

Sister Zhou quickly looked away.

The stall consists of a red mobile food cart with a lemon pattern printed on the front and a price list written in Indian characters.

There were pots of fresh green lemons and a dozen bottles of mineral water on the car, which looked relatively clean.

"This store is quite clean." Sister Zhou turned around and said to Shen Xing.

Shen Xing smiled and said, "That's good. Generally, the products made in clean stalls are not bad."

Meanwhile, the boss starts cutting lemons!

He didn't have a cutting board, so he just cut the lemon on an upside-down iron plate and then threw it casually on the table.

Next, the boss cleaned the glass and rinsed it casually with water.

Sister Zhou has watched many Indian food videos and is very familiar with the steps. Seeing this, she quickly turned to Shen Xing and said, "Did you see that? The cup he washed is called the Ten Thousand People Cup. Anyone who comes to buy it uses this cup."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xing's face turned a little ugly and his stomach reacted a little.

"Fuck, stop talking." Shen Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly told Sister Zhou to shut up.

Sister Zhou chuckled and said no more.

Among the pile of cut lemons, there were scattered plastic cups, screwdrivers, large iron spoons and other miscellaneous items.

The boss didn't care about it at all. In his eyes, it seemed to be a normal thing.

The boss squeezed the lemon into the cup with his hands, then waved a screwdriver to break the ice on the table, and then used his left hand to grab the crushed ice into the cup.

The huge piece of old ice on the table was wrapped by two torn towels. As the ice melted little by little, the soaked towels provided a place for microorganisms to cool down, just like a summer resort.

Due to years of application, the edge of the red tablecloth appears a deeper burgundy color than the interior.

At this time, the boss took out the mint sauce and put it in.

Then, he scooped another spoonful of yellow masala powder and was about to add it in when Sister Zhou shouted, "Sidaopo!"

The boss immediately looked up and looked at Sister Zhou in confusion: "Watt?"