The location of the second Qinggang Conference had not been set at the giant radiation reactor from the first one.
Moreover, the guards did not immediately lead the attendees inside. Instead, they guided everyone in batches to a resting area.
The resting area was not large, and its architecture was much like that of a modern hotel.
The first floor was a lobby, with three separate areas set aside for the administrators attending the conference.
Last time, they had been unable to taste Blue Star's specialty foods and pastries. This time, Qinggang Shelter had not been stingy.
Every table held several large plates.
As for the taste... emm, Hunter Tiger seemed to love the pale blue round cakes, eating one bite after another with great relish.
Su Mo picked one up and tasted it. The texture was absolutely awful, as if he were chewing sand mixed with sugar.
Worse, the sand could not be swallowed. It all stuck to his throat and the roof of his mouth.
"Don't chew this Quicksand Cake. If you chew it, it'll get stuck in your throat."
Seeing Su Mo cough several times in a row, Hunter Tiger froze and hurriedly grabbed a kettle from beside him.
The liquid poured out was purplish-red and carried a distinct sour smell.
Su Mo held his breath and gulped down a mouthful, already prepared for this to be another form of dark cuisine.
But surprisingly, the sour purple liquid tasted rather good, somewhat like concentrated grape juice.
"Blue Star isn't like your place. This is already a very enjoyable food."
"It's only when the Foundation's merchant ships arrive that we can replenish our stock of these snacks."
At the words "replenish our stock," the corner of Su Mo's mouth twitched, and his expression nearly fell apart.
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