The Alloy RCH stopped under the apartment building.
John, wearing that beautiful and expensive suit, sat at the roadside stall and ordered some barbecue.
The ingredients were simple.
But the chef's seasoning skills were first-rate.
A block of synthetic protein with some minced meat could surprisingly simulate the texture of a vegetable mix.
The stall was only a few square meters.
The table in front of John was also the counter.
It was covered with transparent glass.
Inside the cabinet was a row of food models.
John looked down and compared the food with the models.
Indeed, there was no cheating the customers.
Meanwhile, other customers also walked past him from behind.
People circled the stall once and could know what this shop would offer.
"Quite creative."
John commented earnestly. "The taste isn't bad either. Do you have a delivery number? I live in the apartment next door, so it's pretty close."
