Chapter 137 The Banquet in the Wild

Author: Kitten wants to become an immortal

Chapter 137 The Banquet in the Wild

As it turns out, Ryan is somewhat brainy.

At least after hearing Chen Bofu's orders, he turned his head and looked at Chen Jing immediately, and did not rush to speed up the car as Chen Bofu said.

"Old man, what are you going to do again..."

Chen Jing was full of black lines and thought to himself that this old guy had a bad taste, so why did he always shout to kill people?

"Is there your enemy there?" Chen Jing asked.

"No."

Chen Bofu looked surprised, as if wondering why his grandson thought so.

"I usually avenge my grudges on the spot. Except for a few people who are not dead, I have already become cold if I have a grudge against me..."

"Then you let Ryan crash?" Chen Jing was shocked.

"Oh, this place has good feng shui, is sheltered from the wind and is flat, so it is suitable for us to set up camp..."

Chen Bofu touched his chin and looked at the perfect camping site.

"As the saying goes, how can we allow others to snore on the side of the bed? Since we have fallen in love with this place, we cannot clear the place?"

The lively campfire in front is very spectacular under the night sky. Not to mention the number of extremely dense tents, you can see people by the campfire at a glance, probably two or three hundred...

"Forget it."

Chen Bofu crossed his hands behind his head and placed them on his back, as if he noticed that Chen Jing disagreed with his actions.

"For my grandson's sake, let these scums go first..."

Seeing the old man's face unhappy, Chen Jing explained helplessly: "After all, we have just entered the wasteland, so keep a low profile and don't be too arrogant... Ryan, park the car outside and see the situation first."

Ryan nodded obediently and slowly slowed down the car.

At this moment, everyone except the old man was looking out.

Wanderer.

In fact, it is a title with a vague concept.

Except for those tribal residents who settled in the wasteland, everyone else can call them wanderers.

Including Chen Jing and the others, too.

There is no fixed place to live, and the wasteland wanders.

This is what the wanderer means.

For example, the gathering place for wanderers that everyone is about to go to is the most common temporary place for humans to live in the wasteland.

Of course, this does not mean that the gathering place will be safe.

After all, in addition to those terrifying pollutants, the most dangerous creature on the wasteland is humans.

"There are places where wanderers like this gather, and there are not ten thousand in the wasteland, but this gathering place is closest to Yongye City, so there is still some order..." Wei Nan took the initiative to introduce to Chen Jing, as if she had been here before.

"It's just for camping?" Chen Jing looked at the people who were gradually standing up by the bonfire, and his tone of speaking became a little alert because he could feel that the eyes of these people were not friendly.

"Camping, goods trading, anyway, there are all kinds of people here..."

Wei Nan said as he rushed to the middle-aged man who was watching the door, raised his middle finger, opened the car window and scolded him.

"You look at me with this kind of look at the goods! I will dig out your eyes and stuff you..."

"Everyone suppresses the breath."

After Chen Bofu stopped the car, he stood up, stretched comfortably, and began to say hello to Yan Que and Wei Nan.

"Whoever makes them realize that we are old-class people will be slapped by me, do you hear me?"

"What kind of bad taste is this..." Chen Jing said helplessly, "Grandpa, are you just waiting for these people to cause trouble for us?"

“Not all.”

Chen Bofu glanced at Chen Jing and said meaningfully.

"I just want you to see what position the weak will be in the wasteland..."

...

Chen Jing was still a little nervous when he walked out of the RV. After all, this was the first time he personally stepped on the wasteland with his feet...

I have to say.

The touch from the ground was the same as he imagined.

Hard, rough.

There is no soil, it is all rock.

When I stepped on those moss, I felt soft and elastic, like a spring mattress.

"The dog's eyes look at the things that are lowly..." Wei Nan followed Chen Jing, still staring at the doorman in anger.

It seemed that the other party's provocative eyes angered her. If Chen Jing hadn't pulled her and persuaded her, she would have had to fight with the man as soon as she got off the car.

The person guarding the gate is a middle-aged man.

It looks no different from ordinary humans, but it vaguely smells like an old man. Judging from the breath, the sequence should be low... at least it is not as good as Wei Nan.

Under Chen Bofu's instructions.

Wei Nan and Yan Que both suppressed their breath to the level of Sequence 1.

Chen Jing doesn't need to be suppressed because he is just a little garbage.

"I haven't been to such a place for a long time..."

Chen Bofu walked in front with his hands behind his back, not caring about the strange and provocative gazes of others at all. He smiled on his face, as leisurely as if shopping.

"The smell here has not changed... It seems that this smell is the same in every gathering place..."

After hearing what the old man said, Chen Jing subconsciously wrinkled his nose and smelled it. He only found that in the air, in addition to the fresh aroma of moss, there was a vague aroma of stewed meat...

The more I followed the old man to the depths of the gathering place.

The richer the meat fragrance Chen Jing can smell.

This gathering place seems to be having a grand banquet.

Most of the old men did not stay in the tent, but gathered at the bonfire in the central square.

There.

There was a big pot hanging by iron chains, and the pot was steaming, and the aroma of meat came from it.

The chef wearing an apron was arguing with the people beside him while sharpening his knife.

"I promised two thousand new coins! There will definitely be no discount! If anyone bargained, I will throw it all into the pot!"

"Okay, okay, hurry up, we are almost starving to death..."

Hearing the urging of others, the chef was a little impatient, cursed and raised the kitchen knife, checked the blade in the flames, and made sure it was sharp enough before he could turn his back hand around his waist.

"What's cooked in that pot? It smells quite fragrant..." Chen Jing asked curiously, his nose couldn't help but move, "Is it a local specialty dish?"

Local specialty dishes?

Chen Bofu turned around and glanced at his good grandson.

He thought about it.

Then nodded.

"That's right."

At this moment, the chef took two steps to the side, grabbed the handle of the wooden frame beside him and began to shake, slowly lowering the huge iron pot.

Chen Jing couldn't help but walk a few steps forward, and curiously leaned out of the crowd and looked over there.

The pot is milky white stock.

The fragrance is rich and refreshing.

Whenever huge bubbles roll in the pot, some people who have already cooked until the meat is crispy and bones are rotten and have no face will float up.

"San Tongzi Soup! Two thousand SCOINs per serving of soup and meat!"

The chef picked up a huge spoon and stirred it in the pot, and started shouting with impatient look on his face.

"If you want to buy, come here by yourself! If you don't buy, don't stop me from doing business! Alas! You are talking about you! If you don't buy, get out of here!"

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