I Work As A Cook In The Wasteland

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  Chapter 15 Trading Market
  Su Mo looked at the relatively modern buildings and facilities around him and gained a new understanding of the situation in the wasteland.

  The remnants of civilization still exist, but they are captured in the hands of a few people.

  And these people live in the base with no worries about food and clothing, and don't have to worry about dying at the hands of ferocious beasts or predators one day.

  As for the lives of these rootless duckweeds in the wasteland, they are not worth mentioning.

  Passing by the people inside, Su Mo saw a child looking at him curiously, but was pulled away by his father.

  "Don't look at it, those people are all cockroaches. They have viruses on their bodies and will be infected."

  Listening to these harsh words, Su Mo clenched his fists.

  The original owner has been wandering in the wasteland for more than ten years. Although he has never settled down, he has also encountered a lot of warmth.

  The wanderers in the wasteland are real living beings with their own thoughts and feelings.

  But no matter how hard we try and change, a wall separates not only the ferocious beasts and humans, but also the wanderers outside and the residents of the base.

  Su Mo felt angry that the people in the Rangers' base were so easy to handle.

  The streets are very clean and there are many people walking together.

  But when meeting Su Mo and others, they would always avoid them subconsciously.

  After walking for a while, Uncle Lang pointed to a restaurant in front of him and said, "Su Mo, look, this is the best restaurant in Xiacheng District. The food in it costs several silver coins per meal."

  "I've only eaten it once."

  "But compared to your craftsmanship, this store is so damn unpalatable."

  Uncle Wolf said this with confidence.

  He used to think about the taste of the food in this restaurant, but after meeting Su Mo, he completely forgot about the taste of this restaurant.

  "Haha, a bunch of bumpkins!"

  A fat woman happened to walk out of the restaurant. After hearing Uncle Lang's words, she spat directly, almost splashing on Su Mo's body.

  "If you don't have money, you don't have money. Why are you bragging?"

  Even these lower-class citizens who are trying to please the upper-city residents have a condescending attitude when facing homeless people.

  "What, does it hurt you to tell the truth?" Su Mo couldn't help but stabbed.

  Without going in to taste it, Su Mo knew that this restaurant was very unpalatable just by smelling the fumes from the other party's body.

  "What are you talking about, stinky girl, are you looking for death?"

  The fat woman's face jumped up, and she slapped Su Mo in the face.