After counting out the meal fee, Yu Xunge did not hand it over immediately. Instead, she waited until her HP had fully recovered before placing the money on the animal hide marked "Meal Fees—Help Yourself."
Then she stared into the distance with vacant eyes. No matter how the Yidou tribesman gestured, Yu Xunge did not react, as though she had gone AFK.
The meal fee had been paid, but not entirely.
She initially guessed that these food tents, like the Food Street restaurants after the cooking competition, each had their own rules. Perhaps breaking the rules a certain number of times would result in punishment, but latecomers like them had no way of knowing what those rules were.
There were too many possibilities.
Perhaps the timing was wrong. Perhaps they simply had not found where the rules were written. Or perhaps only players who had arrived after Dark Food Street opened could not see them.
The rules for these food tents might differ from restaurant to restaurant. Or perhaps food tents of the same color shared the same rules, or only some of them. In any case, one thing was certain: traps were everywhere, and no two traps were alike.
Those Demon King-tier and Overlord-tier powerhouses could avoid entering restaurants, but she could not. Restaurants were her shelter now.
The atmosphere at the table became somewhat stagnant. The three players remained locked in a stalemate for a while, as if playing a game of strategy.
The Yidou tribesman waved his hand several times without receiving a response from Zai Jiu Xunge. He glanced at Cuihe Kuangfeng and reached for the meal fee, but even when his hand touched the currency, Zai Jiu Xunge still did not move.
He sighed inwardly. Zai Jiu Xunge was really patient. Did she truly believe