I am in love with the planet

On the food street in the east of the residential area, a new hot snack bar has recently opened, the name is Shan Hai Chuan Chuan.

"Tema, where are we going?"

The man who was violently dragged was grizzled, but he was hale and hearty. His high-end gray suit hem was pinched in the hands of a woman, crumpled, and he lost the demeanor he had just fought in the planetary council.

Dressed in a neat suit and a string of pearls, Ms. Taima looked less like taking her colleagues to a roadside stand than to an elaborate dinner.

"Hurry up, hurry up," she urged, "Don't dawdle, my favorite spicy bird neck will be sold out any later!"

Mr. Hassan, the consul of the planet who was dragged by her, had to speed up in aggrieved manner, while slandering his old friend for his strange power.

"Okay, I'll only treat you to dinner, not to drink with you!"

"What are you talking about? Who doesn't know that you are pouring in one cup."

While talking, the two walked to the entrance of the food street, and saw the surging crowd coming for supper from a distance.

"So many people!" Mr. Hassan was startled.

"What do you think? The business of Shanhai Chuan Chuan has always been good. If the owner and I are acquaintances and have reserved seats in advance, there is no way to get a seat at this time!"

Ms. Taima gave him a blank look, and straightened her clothes.

Relying on her height and physical strength, she pushed aside a few young guys who were blocking the road, walked into the small shop on high heels, and waved to the black-haired young man at the counter——

"Hi! Wow! I'm here again."

The young man who was preparing the sauce raised his head, revealing a very handsome and attractive face.

He smiled at Ms. Taima: "Hello, Ms. Taima. Sit here. What would you like to drink?"

"Just a few bottles of monkey wine, and ten pots of skewers, the old rule, the biggest serving!" Ms. Taima waved her hand domineeringly, found an empty table and sat down, and asked impatiently: " What about the gaming helmet?"

"Please wait."

Dawa knocked on the small copper bell next to the table.

"Hey~"

After a while, a monkey wearing a flower skirt came out holding a white helmet.

It handed the helmet to Ms. Tamar, then glanced at the number on the table—

Fifteen tables, one clock.

Ms. Taima buckled the helmet happily, and took the time to tell Hassan before logging in: "This holographic game is very fun, and it makes me feel like returning. I heard that there are new activities recently, right?"

"Yes," Dawa pointed to the promotional board hanging on the booth——

"The detective dungeon is fully open. Everyone participates in the Baker Street Murder Mystery. If you catch the man behind the 'Magic Stone Killer', you can get a treasured gift package - the title of Sherlock Holmes, and a five-star follower, little wow boss."

"Wow Kaka." The little wow boss on the promotional light board changed his body under the eyes of everyone.

In the game, it is a roe owl with a beautiful face. It is tenderer, cuter, and cute than the big guy in reality. With a bun face and big eyes, PIKAPIKA can almost blind everyone's eyes.

Ms. Taima took a deep breath and confidently logged into the Yaochi system.

"Even for such a cute baby, I want to be the first to clear the dungeon." She announced.

"Although I'm getting older now, I was a woman who was called the 'brain of the planet' in the guards, and I'm completely different from those strong men who only rely on muscles and stomach capacity!"

Hassan: "..."

Stop bragging, you didn't win the title of "Brain of the Planet" by knocking down everyone who dared to speak up.

In contrast, "Fist of the Planet" may be more appropriate, after all, one punch is very efficient.

Silently complaining about his old friend, he looked around and took a look at this small shop with only a few tens of square meters.

The shop is similar to the surrounding night market food stalls, very close to the people. The worn tables and chairs may have been left by the previous owner. The dining hall and the back kitchen are separated by a simple curtain, and the tempting spicy smell comes from inside.

What is slightly different is that the atmosphere here is much quieter than ordinary night food stalls.

Whether it is a customer waiting for the food to be served, or a diner sitting outside the store waiting for a table, almost all of them wear a game helmet on their heads, and their consciousness sinks into the game world without asking about world affairs.

But the guests who were eating skewers were completely immersed in the delicious food, their mouths were full, and they didn't have the mood to chat at all.

There are promotional advertisements posted on the desktop——

Eat skewers, send games!

Don't worry about waiting time, the Yaochi system is with you!

A small Q-shaped helmet is printed in the most conspicuous place of the advertisement, with the words "holographic" written on it.

The young and handsome black-haired shop owner came over with two plates of spicy bird neck. Seeing Mr. Hassan looking down at the advertisement on the table, he smiled kindly: "Do you want to experience the holographic game too? I'll call you a bell."

As he said that, he was about to ring the small copper bell at the corner of the table and ask the back kitchen to bring up another holographic helmet.

"No." Mr. Hassan declined politely, he has always disliked the entertainment of these young people, "I'll just sit by myself."

"Okay." The shopkeeper put down the bird's neck, wiped the sweat with a rag hanging around his neck, and smiled, "Call me if you need it."

After finishing speaking, he went back to ordering at the front desk, serving dishes in the back kitchen, and serving customers, busy like a spinning top that never touched the ground.

"It's not easy for young people to start a business..." Mr. Hassan sighed.

At first, he thought that Ms. Taima visited this small shop frequently because she liked the beauty of the young owner. Later, he thought that she was obsessed with games, and now he thinks that the old friend admired the young man's talent.

After all, today's teenagers are so ambitious, dreaming of becoming famous overnight and winning the championship of the Big Eater Competition all day long. There are fewer and fewer young people who are diligent, hardworking and down-to-earth like black-haired youths.

"Can anyone eat more than 100 Big Macs? Those young people who are not talented enough should learn more from this shopkeeper!"

Thinking of this, Mr. Hassan lowered his head and took a sip of the spicy bird neck.

"..."

His mind changed again.

--too delicious!

Fragrant and spicy, the sweetness of the bird meat is completely stimulated by the sauce, tender and elastic, it melts in the mouth, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

With such delicious bird necks, even if the owner has no good looks, no games, no talent, he will still come every day!

At this moment, Mr. Hassan put the "bird neck", a food that he would never eat at all, at the forefront of the food list, and he couldn't help but have the greatest expectation for the upcoming skewers.

"..."

He was happily savoring the delicious food in his mouth when he suddenly heard the commotion coming from a distance and gradually spreading to the shop.

"Aliens are coming! Run!"

Got it!

Mr. Hassan pulled Ms. Tamar across the way, but she was immersed in the game and was unresponsive.

He looked around again at the diners who were unaware of the imminent danger, and many thoughts arose in his mind for a moment——

Fortunately, I am here today. As long as there are not large groups of seafood invading the city, I can save the civilians here in time.

However, the act of disregarding the lives of diners in Chuan Chuan shop is very dangerous and must be banned.Turn around and let the patrol team thoroughly investigate their business conditions. Once the existing unsafe factors are too high, they must suspend business for rectification...

No, it would be a pity if such delicious snacks can no longer be tasted, or a new law should be introduced to regulate the operation of the Titan Star catering industry and prohibit practitioners from soliciting customers through improper means, such as games ,gamble……

The messy thoughts in his heart did not affect Mr. Hassan's movements. He stood up quickly, walked to the door of the shop, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and showed his strong arms.

Now look at my old bones...

Just as he reached for the particle gun at his waist, Mr. Hassan suddenly saw the young shopkeeper standing not far away,

"Boom" with a loud noise.

Two huge crab claws protrude from the ground.

The owner's black hair was blown by the breeze that opened and closed the crab claws of the big crab that broke through the ground, making him look thin and thin.

Mr. Hassan's pupils constricted.

"Get out of the way!"

The young shopkeeper didn't realize that the danger was approaching. He turned his head blankly, which made Mr. Hassan's heart ache.

He could almost foresee the scene where this diligent and down-to-earth young man would be crushed to pieces in front of him.

"Do not!!!"

It was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, Mr. Hassan lowered his head and found an apron falling from mid-air, hanging on the counter in front of him.

The young and handsome clerk untied the apron with one hand and threw it back, while pinching the claws of the big crab with the other hand, he took the time to turn around and said to Mr. Hassan, "Excuse me, sir, I'll take tonight's specials, please." You wait a moment in your seat, and the food will come right away."

Mr. Hassan: "..."

He walked back to his seat in a daze, and sat down.

——No, I didn't go out to urge food!

— But I do need to make an appointment with the ophthalmologist.