North Gate.
Beneath the spacious shed, a long table was set up, flanked by two braziers, their charcoal burning vigorously.
Chu Guang, clad in blue power armor, stood inside the shed, looking at the little players bustling about the fair, his face showing the smile of an indulgent father.
Not bad.
Drawing up a plan for the players to cook for themselves, that truly was the work of a planner.
Initially, Chu Guang thought the festival would deplete a lot of stock, but it appeared his worries were unwarranted.
Those little players had obviously read his event description multiple times and even dug out things he wanted to express but was too modest to write down, all from the perspective of the game's setting.
Wasteland foodies, huh.
Naturally, they had to use "authentic" wasteland food.
How else could he claim his cooking was the "true essence of the wasteland"?
