Carrying four baskets of buns, Su Mo took another careful look around the market to assess the variety of goods.
Hmm.
Compared to the beginning, when there had only been ramen, flatbread, and grilled skewers, things had improved tremendously.
It was no exaggeration to say that, in order to grind experience, the cooks had already gone completely insane.
Most of the foods that had once existed on Earth had been recreated by these people, with dozens of varieties in total.
Su Mo casually found a Hulatang stall, sat down with a smile, and ate breakfast quietly among the crowd.
At first, no one noticed him.
But when the bowls piled up on the table into a small mountain, more and more people began to take notice.
"Whoa, I accidentally ate this much."
As their physical attributes grew increasingly inhuman, every player's appetite was actually increasing.
Especially those who had escaped from the academy base and evolved once—their appetites were basically more than triple that of ordinary people.
Seeing the surrounding people about to gather around him, Su Mo wiped his mouth and hurriedly left after dropping money for five bowls of Hulatang and three flatbreads.
Even so, someone with sharp eyes spotted him and shouted in surprise.
"Holy crap, Lord, my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they? He actually eats stall food just like us!"
"What's wrong with stall food? It tastes better that way!"
"Damn, is this Hulatang really that good? No way, I have to try a bowl too."
"Quick, bring me a bowl of the Lord's special soup!"
"And Small Steamed Buns! Quick, find out where they sell Small Steamed Buns!"
"The buns are here! I have Small Steamed Buns!" Hu Teng, who had been watching this area for a while, hurriedly shouted, attracting quite