Five Rams Underground City.
Feihong Food Stall.
This food stall was located in the bustling, noisy downtown area. Business was booming every day, and it often stayed open until four or five in the morning.
When Song Wenjie arrived, it was the busiest time at the stall. Looking around, he saw chefs in tall hats bustling before the stoves, their spatulas dancing through the iron woks.
From time to time, flames would burst from the woks, casting a crimson glow over the chefs' faces.
Song Wenjie took a breath. The air was filled with the rich aromas of beer and liquor. Guangfu's chefs were skilled at using alcohol in their cooking, and this stall's beer duck, for example, was quite excellent.
Every time Song Wenjie came, he would order a serving.
Today was no exception.
After finding an unoccupied table and sitting down, he called over a waiter and ordered three dishes and a bottle of beer. Then he tore open the disposable tableware package himself and scalded the utensils with boiling water.
Just then, something stirred in his heart. He raised his head and saw a dark-skinned middle-aged man sit down across from him.
A strange light radiated from the man's eyes, leaving Song Wenjie dazed for a moment.
When he came to, he found that the bustling streets and food stall had vanished.
He had arrived in a strange world. The sun and moon hung on opposite sides of the sky, while a river meandered in the distance. Gold and silver treasures were piled along its banks, making Song Wenjie shake his head repeatedly.
"Old Ma, your taste is as terrible as ever."
He turned around and saw a man in his late twenties. He looked very much like Old Ma, almost as if he were Old Ma's