Shen Lu turned and left, intending to go back to the previous spot to look for her tools.
When the metal tower collapsed, all she could think about was running, and she didn’t grab a single tool.
But she searched and searched, yet Shen Lu couldn’t find the place where she had dropped her tools.
Those were tools she had spent money on, and now they were lost after just a few days of use.
Shen Lu was heartbroken.
Moreover, without the help of her tools, her scrap-collecting speed immediately dropped.
Seeing that the sun was about to reach its zenith, Shen Lu had no choice but to head back.
Her haul today was mediocre, only enough to trade for half a bucket of water and a one-jin bag of egg puff powder.
Luckily, she still had some metal left over from yesterday’s collection; otherwise, her plan to launch her malatang would have to be postponed.
[Ding dong~ New quest issued: Please sell 25 cups of mint water, 15 egg puffs, and 10 servings of malatang.]
Looking at the newly issued quest, Shen Lu pursed her lips. ’I have to go buy another set of tools today. Without tools, I can’t collect much metal, and I won’t be able to trade for more ingredients.’
’If I don’t have enough ingredients, a one-day quest will drag on for two. My efficiency will drop, and my dream of living a good life will just get farther away.’
Shen Lu returned to her rented room and redeemed three large daikon radishes and half a jin of kelp.
"Ah, I forgot to buy a knife." Shen Lu smacked her forehead. ’How could I forget something like that?’
Both the daikon and the kelp needed to be cut.
Shen Lu shamelessly went to find Granny Jin and successfully borrowed a kitchen knife.
"Granny Jin, I’ll return it as soon as I’m done."
After she finished selling her things, she would go to the general store to buy scrap-collecting tools and a knife as well.
Shen Lu was a decent cook. In her past life, she had loved experimenting with food, posting short cooking videos online every day. She had even amassed over a hundred thousand followers, making her a minor influencer.
She peeled the daikon and sliced it into round pieces.
Normally, her habit was to parboil the daikon in plain water before adding it to the broth. But with her limited resources, she didn’t have that much water to waste, so Shen Lu put it directly into the hot pot machine.
The kelp was even simpler to prepare. She just had to wash it and cut it into pieces about half the size of a playing card.
This time, Shen Lu prepared two soup bases: one mild and one spicy, to cater to customers with different tastes.
With the malatang ready and the egg puff batter mixed, Shen Lu was ready to set up her stall.
The light rain outside hadn’t stopped. Shen Lu glanced at the malatang machine, then at Fu Cheng on the bed.
She was only one person; she couldn’t push the cart frame and the malatang machine out at the same time.
But without Fu Cheng, her lucky goose, Shen Lu was afraid business would be slow to come.
She had to admit, she’d much rather sell out everything in an hour than squat by the roadside on Gold Street for four or five hours.
Just as she was worrying about this, she suddenly heard a noise outside her door.
Shen Lu looked through the window and saw a truck with a cargo bed stop at the entrance of the building across the way. Two stocky men got out and entered the building.
A moment later, one of them came out carrying a corpse on his back and tossed it into the cargo bed.
Shen Lu: !
’Could these be the specialized corpse collectors Granny Jin told me about?’
Shen Lu poked her head out and was surprised to find that she recognized one of the two corpse-carriers.
It was the big guy who was chasing Zeng Xiaodao yesterday.
An idea flashed through Shen Lu’s mind. She threw on her raincoat, ran outside, and called out to the big guy just before the truck started.
"Hey, brother! Wait a second!"
Wang Daguo, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to his own nose. "You calling me?"
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