"Old Ethan, let's calculate the price. Don't forget to include the deposit for the shadow beast blood I want."

Old Ethan took out a piece of paper and a small computer and began to calculate the accounts.

After calculating, he handed the list to Simon. Simon quickly calculated it again, and after making sure it was correct, he took out 2,350 yuan, nearly half of which was spent.

Old Ethan took the money with a smile, counted it once and gave Simon change.

"Old Ethan, I bought a lot of things today, and I will definitely buy more from you in the future. I am a high-quality customer. You don't really want anything to happen to me." Simon squinted his eyes and smiled.

"As long as you are my client, I don't want anything to happen." Old Ethan smiled.

"In that case, tell me what was wrong with the mana ore I bought last time." Simon still wanted to find out what was wrong with the mana ore last time.

The smile on Old Ethan's face immediately disappeared.

"I can only tell you that that thing is not clean. It's best to throw it away. I don't know anything else." Old Ethan glanced at Simon and said expressionlessly: "Buy the blood of descendants of Warcraft, buy magic items,

You should be obsessed with the mysterious side and try to be tainted with mystery. I have seen many people like you. I don’t know that one day you will be contaminated by magic energy and become a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

Simon, seeing as you have bought a lot of things from me, the old man would like to advise you that not everyone can touch mysterious things.

That would really kill someone."

Simon frowned. Old Ethan was indeed a trader in contraband, and his eyesight was indeed poisonous.

"Tch, I didn't buy these things as you think. I care about my own life very much. Even if you die, I won't die."

"It's best like this, otherwise the old man will lose another customer." Old Ethan said nothing and left alone.

This old guy must know about the magic ore problem. Should he be kidnapped and tortured to extract a confession?

Such an idea popped up in Simon's mind, but was immediately rejected.

Old Ethan is involved in the contraband trade. This kind of person is very dangerous. Since he can establish a foothold in the outer city and is not taken away by the gangs or the government, it shows that he has great abilities.

Although he is an extraordinary person, extraordinary people are not invincible. No matter how good his skills are, he is still afraid of kitchen knives. If he is hit with a black gun, Simon will be burped.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Simon left the antique store.

On the way back, Simon passed by a butcher shop and spent dozens of dollars to buy more than ten kilograms of pork and pork ribs.

His body is too thin and needs more nutrition.

I returned home leisurely, put the medicine box in the secret slot, and carried the pork to Doreen's house next door.

He didn't have a kitchen at home and couldn't cook, so he had to borrow Doreen's kitchen.

The door of Doreen's house is double-layered, with a protective door made of wire and iron bars on the outer layer.

Many homes here will install this kind of protective door for safety.

The person who opened the door was a girl of fifteen or sixteen. She was Doreen's eldest daughter, Nancy.

Nancy is quite tall, but a little thin. There are a lot of black spots on her face, as well as some gray marks.

In fact, these black spots and gray marks are not natural, but she caused them herself.

Simon came back one night and happened to meet Nancy when she went out to pour water, and he saw her true appearance. She was very beautiful in person and a real beauty.

But she was born in the wrong place. The more beautiful a woman is on this chaotic street, the more dangerous she is.

Nancy is more sensible than her peers, so she covers up her beauty and makes herself look ordinary, thus avoiding a lot of trouble.

Nancy frowned slightly when she saw Simon. She had no impression or good impression of Simon, and she was even more wary of anyone who came to the door.

"Nancy, didn't you go to work today?" Simon smiled kindly.

Children in the outer city have to work at a very young age to help support the family. Nancy washes dishes in a restaurant and is away from home during the day.

"I'm not feeling well today, so I asked for leave. What can I do for you?" Nancy's tone was firm and full of vigilance.

"I don't have a kitchen at home, can I borrow your kitchen?"

Nancy frowned even more.

"If it's inconvenient now, forget it, I can come over at night."

"Come in." Nancy hesitated for a moment, then opened the door for Simon.

"Wait for me." Simon quickly ran back to his home, took out the pork, locked the door, and came to Doreen's house.

Nancy was a little surprised when she saw so much meat in Simon's hand.

"Meat, meat..." A clear child's voice sounded, and a little girl about three years old pointed at the pork, biting her fingers, and her eyes showed desire.

A little boy about five years old immediately picked up the little girl and walked to the side. He looked back at the meat in Simon's hand every step of the way.

These two children are also Doreen's children, the boy is named Dem and the girl is named Rachel.

The life of Doreen's family is not good, and meat is expensive. They rarely eat meat. Even if they buy some occasionally, they make minced meat and cook soup to drink. At most, they eat some meat flavor.

This is almost the norm for civilians on the streets of Hunnington or the outer suburbs.

After not eating meat for a long time, Daim and Ruiqier were both malnourished and looked very worried.

"Dem, Rachel, I need to cook, can you help me? I will pay you." Simon said with a smile.

"Can you treat me to some meat?" Dem said in a low voice while swallowing his saliva.

"Eat meat, eat meat." Ruiqier clapped happily.

"Dem." Nancy scolded with a frown.

Dem's neck shrank, he was very afraid of his sister.

"Nancy, I can't borrow your kitchen for nothing, can I? Besides, Daim and Rachel have to help me. The city law of Fossa City says that if you give, you will get something. Do you think that's right?"

Simon smiled.

Nancy looked at the longing expressions on her brothers and sisters' faces, and her heart softened, but she said nothing more.

"Nancy, I also ask for your help, can you?" Simon said kindly.

Nancy nodded expressionlessly.

Nancy took Simon into the kitchen. Doreen's kitchen was small and simple. The stove was very similar to the pot Simon used to grow flowers in. There were no ingredients in the kitchen, so he saw some vegetables in a basket.

The vegetable leaves have turned yellow.

"Nancy, what seasonings do you have at home?"

Nancy took out a spice box from the cupboard and opened it. There were several kinds inside.

"These seasonings are very expensive, especially salt. Our family can only put a little bit in a meal, so we can't give it to you."

"Can't I just buy it?" Simon took out a Yellow Eagle coin from his pocket and handed it to Nancy.

Nancy didn't take it: "Ten dollars can already buy a bag of salt. Our salt is not worth ten dollars."

"I also need to use other seasonings, and I'm too lazy to buy them. Let's just consider them a total of ten yuan." Simon said helplessly.

"Simon, are you rich?" Dem asked with his eyes widened when he saw Simon's generosity.

Simon chuckled: "I did a big business yesterday and made a lot of money."

He thrust the money into Nancy's hand without giving her a chance to refuse.

"Dem, come and help me heat the pot."

"Leave it to me." Daim was very happy and ran down to the stove excitedly. Ruiqi'er followed her brother and squeezed beside him. The two little people tinkered with firewood and stuffed it under the stove.

Daimu lit the firewood skillfully, and Ruiqi'er also helped stuff the firewood. She was skillful in her movements and helped with many things at home.

Simon found a kitchen knife and a cutting board, and then started to cut the meat. The knife was a bit dull and the cutting was a bit slow.

"You want to fry some meat?" Nancy asked calmly, leaning against the door.

"No, I want to make a particularly delicious dish. You'll know later." Simon wanted to make fried pork with chili pepper. If there weren't a lot of seasonings here, he would have made braised pork.

Simon put the cut pieces of fat into the hot pot and began to refine the oil. After the oil was hot, he was ready to pour a large plate of cut meat into it.

"You are wasting oil. This amount of oil is enough for two weeks." Nancy came over and stopped Simon.

"I have a lot of meat slices. How can I fry them without so much oil?" Simon poured the meat slices into the pot, and Nancy looked regretful and distressed.

Simon took a spatula and started to stir-fry. While stir-frying, Simon hummed a tune. It was his first time cooking dishes from his hometown, and he felt very good.

"Simon, what kind of song is this? Why can't I understand what it means?" Dem looked up from under the stove, his little face was dusty.

"This is the mysterious language of the East. I hum it to myself when I'm free. It sounds nice." Simon chuckled.

"It sounds good." Ruiqier was very happy.

"Let me tell you, with my voice condition, if I were to sing, it would definitely sound better than Domingo and Maria." Domingo and Maria are the most famous singers in Fossa City, even if they are in the lower area.

All the poor people know their names.

"Bragging, my sister can sing better than you." Dem looked disdainful.

"Simon is shameless." Ruiqier stuck out her little head, her face also gray.

"Hahaha..." Simon laughed. After a while, the stir-fried pork with chili peppers came out of the pot. The portion was very generous. Most of it was sliced ​​meat, with very few green peppers. This was not stir-fried pork with green peppers. It was just fried pork slices.

Put it in a basin, the fragrance is very strong.
To be continued...