Bug Master In Doomsday

The owner of the restaurant made an investment worthy of his life. He sold out all his property except the breakfast shop.

The golden dragon coins in exchange for buying more than 20 spiritual rice seeds at the stele, preparing to cultivate planting materials by themselves,

As a result, he succeeded, he won the bet!

He succeeded in cultivating the wheat that is most suitable for the energy of the supernatural beings. The energy contained is so high that even the original wheat in the stele is slightly inferior. After being ground into flour and made into food,

It was very popular, and many people with supernatural powers flocked to him, and he became rich and became a business myth of that gathering place.

I don’t know, when you can eat noodles made from ling wheat, I guess it will take a while.

Wang Mang looked at the pedestrian street where the crowds were gradually increasing. He did not delay on the road. He walked into a small but clean breakfast shop.

"Boss, here are 20 cages of pork buns, five cages of meicai and pork dumplings, and two bowls of shredded pork noodles." Wang Mang sat at a dining table grimly, and placed a golden golden dragon coin on him. On the table,

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll find you money, mom, and get a bun for this guest," a middle-aged woman with a child on her back saw the gold coins on the table, and the corners of her mouth smiled.

This guest made at least the usual day’s money,

Those guys who were sitting at other tables for breakfast all gave Wang Mang a surprised look, and Wang Mang also smiled friendly with them.

Those who have the financial strength to have breakfast are all hunting squads that go out of the city to fight. Although they are ordinary people, they dare to go out of the city to kill those ferocious monsters for their families. This is worthy of admiration.

The steaming steamed buns soon served Wang Mang’s table in cages, followed by a large bowl of noodle soup sprinkled with shredded pork, and a handful of scattered silver coins.

Looking at the shredded pork noodle soup in front of him, Wang Mang also had an appetite. He picked up his chopsticks and stirred it in the bowl. Then he stirred up a ball of thick and flat noodles, chewed twice, and swallowed it.

I picked up the noodle bowl and poured the noodle soup into my mouth.

A four or five-year-old girl leading the table watched Wang Mang’s way of eating, and at the cages of meaty dumplings on his table, she couldn’t help swallowing her saliva.

"Dad, can I have another meat bun?" The tender and lovely little girl looked at the already empty steamer on the table, bit her finger, and plucked up the courage to ask the young father who had vegetables next to her.

"Jiaojiao, let's eat again next time, okay, my father didn't have enough money today,"

The young father, who had a slightly hungry face, hugged the little **** his lap, touched the washed white jeans pocket, and looked at his daughter's longing eyes. After all, he lied with a bit of guilt.

The hunting team he participated in has not caught a monster beast for several days. Yesterday another member was bitten through his intestines by a second-order dog monster. At this time, he is already a penny.

"Eat,"

Just as the young father was planning to pay a credit to the shop with the cheeks, Wang Mang, who was sitting on the side, handed three large cages of meat buns to their table.

Wang Mang smiled and stroked the little girl’s head, and put a big meat bun on her little hand.

"Thank you, Uncle," the little girl held the warm meat bun in her hand, took a bite, and gave Wang Mang an innocent smile with her mouth full of oil.