"Do you really like this hotpot restaurant?"
Li Cheng took a seat in the private room, looking at Yuan Zhixia across the table with some curiosity.
As far as he knew, the daily meal stipend for the Mobile Task Force of the Special Affairs Bureau was an exaggerated eight hundred yuan, enough to feast on delicacies.
There were plenty of top chefs in slum restaurants, some of whom were Transcendents themselves, capable of using special ingredients from the Great Thousand World (like dragon liver and phoenix marrow, Behemoth meat, and Blue Silver Grass) to create glowing dishes.
People couldn't stop eating, exclaiming, "Wow, cool!"
Some players, having eaten a lot of good stuff, would rather chew on emergency biscuits than dine in roadside restaurants or order from trendy delivery services.
"I'm used to it from before."
