Chapter 283 Kyushu delicacies beat everything!

Along the way, this skinny middle-aged man named Mark talked about a lot of things.

The content is very negative, saying that the world is sick, that it cannot be saved, and that it is useless.

Zheng Yu looked at the nagging Mark and threw him a bag of food, "Eat something, I'm tired from talking so much."

Zheng Yu didn't show boredom, but was very enthusiastic.

Because there is a high probability that people who can say such things are important NPCs or characters who lead the plot.

"Can't eat it."

Mark turned down the food in a very depressed mood.

Zheng Yu directly opened the food packaging bag. Inside was food sealed using special technology, so that it could be as fresh as it came out of the pot.

Hiss——

As the food packaging bag was opened, a very fragrant smell came out.

"Um?"

This smell directly blocked Mark's nagging mouth, causing him to make uncontrollable questions.

No one can resist the aroma of Sichuan cuisine.

If there is.

That means there is too little chili pepper.

Mainly because he was tired of roasted kidneys. Ever since he came into contact with this new technology in Zhongzhou, Zheng Yu was no longer obsessed with roasted kidneys.

In addition to Sichuan cuisine, Zheng Yu asked his secretary to help him store cuisines from all over Kyushu.

It is said that it can be stored for more than 180 days, and it can also be guaranteed to be as fresh as fresh out of the pot every time it is opened.

This technology can not only satisfy the appetite of professionals.

The most important thing is to get closer to the NPCs in the abyss world.

Because Kyushu cuisine beats any world!

When it comes to food alone, the rest of the world is garbage.

Not to mention the Skeleton Wasteland with few resources.

A non-imperialist like Mark who has no nationality is completely helpless in the face of Kyushu delicacies.

"Taste it?"

Zheng Yu pushed the boiled fish in front of Mark.

The more pungent the taste, the more oily and salty the food, the more it arouses Mark's appetite. Moreover, the medicine Zheng Yu gave him before basically restored Mark's body functions. This kind of diet made Mark unable to refuse.

"Does it fit?"

Mark actually hesitated.

This kind of fragrant food, this kind of cuisine with solid ingredients, looks like it can only be eaten by nobles.

Looking at Xiang Zheng Yu, he seemed to want to see some knowledge from Zheng Yu.

But Zheng Yu didn't have any skeletal equipment on his body, exuding the aura of "I am a poor bum".

However, Mark did not ignore the Psylocke Queen carrying them flying in the air. He did not recognize what type of skeletal creature it was for a while.

A skeletal creature that can fly, has such a stable mood, and can obey people's orders. In the Skeleton Wasteland... it can be purchased for a price of hundreds of slaves.

"You're weird……"

Mark couldn't judge Zheng Yu's situation.

Let's say this mercenary is rich. He doesn't have a single piece of skeleton equipment on his body, and the clothes on his body are all the cheapest.

Call him poor, but he owns a skeletal creature with the ability to fly and eats so luxuriously.

"Are you going to eat or not?"

Zheng Yu didn't explain, he just took out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish in the hot spicy oil soup accurately, and put it into his mouth.

The food that is very common in Kyushu is the best in the Skeleton Wasteland.

Zheng Yu could even see a hint of awe in Mark's eyes, not for himself, but for the food...

Obviously, in the Skeleton Wasteland, one is considered a superior person if he can eat enough, let alone this classic cuisine from a country with great food.

Mark couldn't help it. He clumsily imitated Zheng Yu's movements with chopsticks and put the fish in his mouth with difficulty.

The spicy and fragrant taste exploded in Mark's mouth. Before Mark could share his experience of the meal, Zheng Yu said directly: "Have you eaten?"

"Uh... um."

"Then let's talk about something dry with me."

"What... what nonsense?"

"For example, why were you arrested? Why did the people of Free City ask me to rescue you? Judging from what you just said, you must be a person who thinks deeply about the world."

Zheng Yu stared at Mark and said with a smile: "Guess for yourself, what do I want to hear?"

Mark was stunned for a moment.

Then he asked hesitantly: "Aren't you free mercenaries only responsible for completing tasks and not caring about anything else?"

"Oh? Is there such a rule?"

Mark felt more and more strange about the mercenary in front of him, "These are the rules of your free mercenary group, don't you know?"

Zheng Yu spread his hands: "I'm a newcomer."

"..."

"However, you know the mercenary group very well, right?"

"We did meet before."

The person who eats it has a soft mouth and the person who takes it has short hands. Mark felt that the other person was bleeding from such delicious food, and this was no secret to him.

"I'm a historian."

This sentence made Zheng Yu's eyes light up.

Historians equal world drama.

This is exactly the person he needs to find. He didn't expect to meet him on the first mission. As long as he understands the historical core of this world, clearing the level is not a problem.

Mark looked at Zheng Yu strangely, as if Zheng Yu's attitude was abnormal.

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Yu asked.

Mark looked at the food and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you know that historians are a wanted profession?"

"Can't you study history?"

Although Zheng Yu behaved strangely, Mark still explained: "You can't study history other than modern history, let alone write any history books."

Zheng Yu asked: "Now is the third era of the empire, which means that the second era and the first era cannot be studied. If research and writing are not allowed, where does the number third come from?"

"The second era can be studied, but the first era and above cannot be written about."

"So, you were enslaved because you wrote history?"

Mark shook his head, "If I wrote the history of the first era, you wouldn't be able to see me now, and you would have to go to the cemetery to burn paper for me."

"Writing history is a death sentence."

Perhaps he realized that Zheng Yu knew nothing about these things that everyone knew, so he explained a few more words.

"I was arrested because I bought something with historical traces."

"It's that simple?"

"Well, it's that simple."

"Then what do you mean by what you just said about the world being sick and wanting to eat people?"

"I'm just expressing my feelings. What's wrong? We don't allow people with low academic qualifications to feel sad about the autumn and the spring?"

"..."

Zheng Yu looked at Mark suspiciously, "You have a problem."

He didn't believe a word of Mark's words.

Not to be outdone, Mark looked at Zheng Yu, "You have a bigger problem."

Zheng Yu: "..."