"The Old Tune Squad" had just settled down when the sky began to darken, the remaining rays of the setting sun casting an orange-yellow veil over the entire city.

Jiang Bai Mian and the others changed into fresh clothes, hid "Icetender" and "United 202", and slowly left "Afu Gun Shop", entering South Street.

After arriving at such a large settlement, they no longer wanted to eat canned food, biscuits, and energy bars.

"It's much more lively than before." Long Yuehong said, walking down the street, looking around.

At this time, South Street was bustling with people, dressed in various styles, some as if they came from deep in the mountains, others exuding the charm of the Old World.

Vehicles moved slowly among them, as if parting the waves.

And the noodle shops, restaurants, and diners on both sides, whether good or bad, were almost full.

Hearing Long Yuehong's exclamation, Bai Chen simply said:

"There are fewer Ruins Hunters coming in the winter."

After the start of spring, a large number of Ruins Hunters came from various settlements and different forces in the surrounding area, either looking for opportunities or trading their gains, allowing the turbulent Wild Grass City to regain its former appearance.

"It smells so good..." Shang Jianyao didn't pay attention to this, sniffing the various food aromas floating in the air, actively searching for restaurants with empty seats.

Jiang Bai Mian glanced around and found that near the central square, many people were gathered in corners and alleys, not knowing what they were doing, and whenever a patrol team passed by, they would pretend to be nonchalant.

Noticing that Jiang Bai Mian was watching those people, Bai Chen casually said:

"Some small black markets."

Seeing that Long Yuehong was a little puzzled, she further explained:

"The West Street underground trading market mainly deals with bulk goods, various contraband, and currency exchange, while many of the items that Ruins Hunters excavate from the city ruins cannot be categorized and are difficult to trade directly with the corresponding major buyers. Entering the formal market also costs a sum of supplies, which not everyone is willing to bear.

"Some choose to peddle from street to street, and some spontaneously form these small black markets, which contain many strange Old World items."

Hearing this, Long Yuehong roughly understood and curiously asked:

"Could there be some valuable things hidden inside?

"For example, items that have solidified the aura of an Awakened at the 'Mind Corridor' level?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jianyao laughed:

"You watch too many Old World entertainment materials."

That's right, such items falling into the hands of ordinary people are closer to curses or disasters. Once they are in contact for too long, problems will inevitably arise, making it easy for people to discern their abnormalities... Long Yuehong was too embarrassed to admit that he had really overthought it.

"Rarely." Bai Chen answered his previous question, "If you have time and knowledge, you can also filter out good items from the small black markets, and the price is often lower than its actual value."

After walking a few more steps, Long Yuehong suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"There's someone over there watching us. As soon as I looked over, he looked away.

"There's one over there too..."

Jiang Bai Mian laughed:

"Not bad, you're ready to graduate.

"Those few should be monitors hired by North Street, don't pay them any attention."

She, Shang Jianyao, and Bai Chen had noticed it earlier than Long Yuehong—the state of secretly admiring handsome men and beautiful women is obviously different from being closely watched.

While they were talking, Shang Jianyao found that a shop called "Flavor Fast Food" had two empty tables.

"Over there!" He rubbed his stomach and pointed in the direction.

Jiang Bai Mian didn't object, and led "The Old Tune Squad" over, occupying a table for four.

This fast food restaurant had very few dishes, only seven or eight pots lined up, each pot stewing different foods.

Underneath them was a platform with multiple simple stoves, burning charcoal, coal, and the like with small fires, keeping the dishes in the pots at the lowest temperature.

Shang Jianyao glanced over and recognized what was in most of the pots:

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed pork with potatoes, small pieces of braised pork, a mixed stew of several seasonal vegetables...

Almost at the same time, Jiang Bai Mian figured out what this shop was selling:

Rice with toppings!

"I want stewed pork with potatoes over rice." Jiang Bai Mian looked at Long Yuehong and the others.

"The Old Tune Squad" still had the remaining Aure, Drasé, and Kas from before, so there was no need to rush to exchange currency.

"Me too." Shang Jianyao raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I want braised pork." "I want scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Long Yuehong and Bai Chen said respectively.

Having decided on dinner, they patiently waited.

And the Ruins Hunters eating around them occasionally glanced at them.

On the one hand, it was pleasing to the eye, and on the other hand, it was out of doubt.

After all, a team with such outstanding looks and figures was relatively rare in Wild Grass City.

Even the restaurant owner couldn't help but take a few more glances in their direction.

He took a plate, scooped a spoonful of rice, and covered it with a layer of vegetables, and made four servings of rice with toppings in less than a minute.

One word, "Fast"!

Shang Jianyao carefully mixed the gravy from the stewed pork with potatoes into the rice and counted how many pieces of meat there were.

"Three small pieces." He sighed.

It's a good thing you didn't say it out loud... Jiang Bai Mian stirred the rice while smiling and saying:

"How much meat can this kind of small shop get? Besides, if there's more meat, the price will be higher, and many Ruins Hunters won't be able to afford it."

Shang Jianyao "uh-huhed" twice, focused on putting the rice grains soaked in the soup into his mouth.

Just at this moment, a car stopped outside the door.

It was a car fitted with dark bulletproof glass and thick armor.

Zhao Yide pushed the door open, feigning surprise, and shouted loudly:

"Qu Bing, you're back?"

His voice echoed in the "Flavor Fast Food" shop, attracting the attention of the Ruins Hunters.

After seeing his appearance clearly, the pupils of the Ruins Hunters all dilated slightly:

This gentleman looks like he has a lot of status and position!

The car behind him was something most Ruins Hunters couldn't afford to modify; several people who looked like bodyguards were scattered around him; his black, tight-fitting pants and matching top with gold buttons were neat, clean, and looked new; he was slightly fat, his face was ruddy, and he looked different in the generally malnourished Ashlands...

The Ruins Hunters at the door were even more sharp-eyed and saw the pass clipped under the windshield of the car.

It was a pass to enter and exit North Street!

This is probably a noble lord... The Ruins Hunters who knew Wild Grass City well lowered their heads.

Hearing Zhao Yide's call, Shang Jianyao stood up with a whoosh, and shouted equally surprised:

"So you didn't recognize us before.

"I thought you didn't recognize me as your brother!"

Brother... The Ruins Hunters who were burying their heads in eating simultaneously chewed on this Ashlands term.

That team is indeed not simple! They all sighed in their hearts.

Zhao Yide's expression froze for a few seconds, and he tried to appear surprised enough:

"Did we run into each other this afternoon?"

Not giving Shang Jianyao a chance to answer, he forcibly changed the subject:

"Let's go, to my house!

"In Wild Grass City, I won't allow you to eat this kind of thing."

Shang Jianyao's expression suddenly became serious, causing Zhao Yide's heart to skip a beat.

"No, we've already started eating, we can't waste food." Shang Jianyao explained solemnly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Yide didn't dare to refute.

Shang Jianyao then pointed to the side and said to the fast food restaurant owner:

"My friend is here, add a stool."

Normally speaking, customers would usually do this kind of thing themselves, but after glancing at the gentleman who looked like a noble lord at the door, the owner still came out from behind the stove, took a square stool, and placed it on the side of Shang Jianyao's table.

Zhao Yide sized up the greasy shop and squeezed out a smile:

"Isn't this a bit unsafe?"

"I'm here!" Shang Jianyao looked like "you don't believe me?"

Long Yuehong next to him, Jiang Bai Mian and Bai Chen across from him, all lowered their heads and tried hard to hold back their laughter.

Zhao Yide silently took a breath, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped his forehead.

"We're brothers, how could I not believe you?" He first responded to Shang Jianyao, and then said to the bodyguard beside him, "You guys wait at the door."

Shang Jianyao helped to add:

"Drive the car a little further away, don't block the door and delay other people's business."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Yide "followed suit".

After the driver drove the car away, he slowly walked to Shang Jianyao and the others.

Looking at the slightly greasy surface of the square stool, he mustered his courage for several seconds and finally sat down.

Shang Jianyao happily patted him on the shoulder and friendly asked:

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet." Zhao Yide reflexively answered.

The next second, he regretted it, because Shang Jianyao turned his body halfway and said to the owner:

"Another serving of stewed pork with potatoes over rice, it's on me!"

Wow, generous... This is the team's property... Jiang Bai Mian didn't object.

When the rice with toppings dotted with a few pieces of pork was placed in front of Zhao Yide, his face almost crumpled.

Just seeing the fatty meat made him feel nauseous.

He remembered that his father, Zhao Zhengqi, liked this kind of thing very much, it seemed to be a habit he had developed when he was young, but he didn't. He had only tried it during his curious childhood stage, and never wanted to touch it again.

Moreover, this kind of restaurant is dirty and messy, how can the food they make be eaten?

Seeing him stunned, Shang Jianyao said with bright eyes:

"You can't waste food."

"..." Zhao Yide picked up the cutlery and sent a spoonful of rice that hadn't been contaminated by fatty meat into his mouth.

Soon, his eyes were about to tear up.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Bai Mian couldn't help but suspect whether Shang Jianyao was really "deep brotherly love" or deliberately doing this.

After eating that spoonful of rice, Zhao Yide couldn't help but gagged twice.

"Are you pregnant?" Shang Jianyao asked in surprise.

Zhao Yide didn't know what language and expression to use to respond for a while.

Jiang Bai Mian cleared his throat:

"He's joking."

"Yeah, I just ate too fast." Zhao Yide quickly explained.

Jiang Bai Mian showed a friendly smile:

"Then eat slowly."

Zhao Yide nodded with a complex expression:

"Okay."

After forcing himself to eat another small spoonful, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and said:

"My father wants to see you."