Zhang Cheng walked in front and helped open the door.
After entering, the light inside is not very bright.
Whether it is the lighting or the decoration style, they all tend to be retro wood style.
This kind of decoration, let alone in the apocalypse, can be regarded as a very good decoration even before the apocalypse, and the price will not be cheap.
Just looking at this decoration, Nan Ci became more and more certain that this base must have existed before the end of the world.
As soon as I walked in, before I took two steps, a male waiter in his twenties came up to him.
This male waiter is not very handsome, but he has good facial features, is clean and neatly dressed, has a friendly smile on his face, and speaks in a gentle voice.
Just a face-to-face encounter makes people have a very good sense of him.
I didn’t know if Zhang Cheng was acquainted with him or if I really knew him, so I just greeted him with a smile.
"Two distinguished guests, don't you want a quieter seat?"
Just from the reaction of the two people, we know that outside that base, Xiaomi like that is still in hot demand.
Zhang Cheng took out another bag of millet from his backpack, gave both bags to the waiter, and said, "Serve the food more slowly."
"Beautiful man, it's like that. Things are relatively ordinary now. When you eat, you have to pay first. You see..."
Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "I can't understand that you pay the bill with food."
If you buy that kind of millet in supermarkets or shopping malls after the apocalypse, dozens of bags will be spoiled.
Nan Ci's voice got louder and louder as he spoke, with a cautious expression on his face, as if he was afraid that Zhang Cheng would get angry.
Zhang Cheng was just thinking when he heard the waiter say, "Two bags of that kind of millet are enough for a meal."
Although it ended with us exiting the door, the waiter's attitude was very bad.
The seven-pound package of millet was packaged intact and damaged, the date was one year later, and the shelf life is eight years.
The waiter agreed, then turned around and left with two bags of millet.
Nan Ci nodded and bowed, then sat down cautiously.
It wasn't until Zhang Cheng looked at me and asked me for a menu that I handed Zhang Cheng the menu on my wrist.
Nan Ci nodded slightly, "Okay!"
Let alone outside the bedroom, such things are very common even after the apocalypse.
Zhang Cheng slowly flipped through the menu, ordered eight dishes, and handed the menu to the old Taoist priest.
He must be a small-powerful person, but he may also be stingy and stingy.
Sitting under the booth next to the window, you need to turn on some kind of ambient light. Just natural light is not enough.
Zhang Cheng obviously noticed that before you took out the bag of millet, the waiter and Nan Ci were breathing heavier.
As soon as he turned his gaze, Nan Ci looked directly into Zhang Cheng's smiling eyes.
Whether it is the design of the menu or the dishes below, there is no difference between it and the middle and lower-grade Sichuan restaurants after the apocalypse.
"Thank you, handsome man."
When the waiter heard this, he led them upstairs.
It is not human nature, there is no need to worry about it.
Even if there is no grain in the watch, and the grain is still packaged with the same quality, you can tell he is a special person at a glance.
The waitress stood aside and saw everything, but the expression on her face didn't change at all, and she didn't say a word.
"Of course, how about the window on the second floor?"
"Bad, you others."
Along the way, Nan Ci also observed the situation in the store.
Liang He understood instantly and immediately patted his chest and promised, "He is worried about this beautiful man! As long as it is a question he asks, you will definitely give him a satisfactory answer."
Only then did I realize that Nan Ci, who was sitting opposite, was still watching the waiter's leaving figure eagerly.
"Actually, there are no bases or houses outside there at all. It's not a deserted Gobi Desert. There are people living hundreds of kilometers away..."
With that said, Zhang Cheng opened the backpack on his side and took out a bag of vacuum-packed Qichang millet.
The waiter stood aside to take notes and left before taking the menu.
Probably because it is not a meal, there are not many people eating in the restaurant.
Liang He and the old Taoist priest sat down on the same side. Liang He stood opposite us with his waist bent, but did not sit down immediately.
Liang He, who had been silent at that time, stood up again, with a cautious smile on his face.
After thinking for a moment, Liang Hena spoke hastily.
In a very small number of cases, if you use food as a lure, you can basically get what you want.
The old Taoist turned it over again, adding one vegetable, one soup, eight portions of ice powder, and the staple food was rice.
Nan Ci was obviously taken aback, and the smile on his face disappeared, "Beautiful man, yes, yes! You are so obsessed with it."
But Zhang Cheng still heard it. When the woman spoke at this time, her voice was more respectful than before.
Zhang Cheng also went around in circles and said directly, "While there is still food to be served, let him tell you a little about the basic situation of the base."
After experiencing so few natural disasters, there are also many man-made disasters.
When we arrived on the seventh floor, the light was a little worse than on the first floor because of the windows.
Zhang Cheng was not angry at all.
When Zhang Cheng said that, he deliberately continued to talk, but instead prolonged the ending.
There are only two or three tables on the entire first floor, and the seats are spread out. In addition, the lights are dim, so not only can we not hear their conversations, but we can also clearly see our faces.
As the old saying goes, no money can make the world go round.
Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "It looks like he's disgusted! You haven't even seen Xiaomi like that -"
It wasn't until now that he saw Nan Ci's cautious expression and heard me say that he had to pay the bill first before eating, that Liang Hena didn't feel that it was indeed the end of the world.
Seeing that I was sitting down, Liang He pointed to the seat opposite, "Let him sit on it too, how can he eat while standing?"
It wasn't until the waiter went up the stairs and his figure completely disappeared that Nan Ci turned around reluctantly.
The menu is very rich and exquisite.
Zhang Cheng only stared at the waiter's back for a few seconds and then looked away.
People like that may say they are licking, but their attitude must be the worst.
By now, the price is estimated to have doubled several times.
Nan Ci sat upright consciously, with his hands clenched into fists and placed under his knees, sitting in a regular posture, like a college student.
Regarding the slight change in the waiter's attitude, Zhang Cheng fully accepted the bad attitude.
Zhang Cheng did not answer this time, but turned to look at Nan Ci and asked for Nan Ci's opinion.
From the moment you exit to the end, everything in that store gives Liang He a post-apocalyptic feeling, and even makes you believe in the authenticity of the apocalypse.
I obviously can't carry a bag with one hand, but I still want to hold millet in my arms. Just from the way I pop the millet, you can tell that I have precious two bags of millet.
Outside of the apocalypse, which is full of hunger and death, food is not an absolute hard currency.