The interior of the pavilion uses a delicate off-white material as the background.

"Huh? It feels so slippery, like plaster."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but touch it.

He used to feel that there were some problems with the aesthetics of the entire base, and there were a kind of city walls, buildings, and pavements made of materials called [rock stone] everywhere.

Not only is it bumpy, but it is also ugly!

The middle-aged man took his hands off the wall of the pavilion and looked at the machine in front of him, which was like a self-service ATM.

The LCD screen above is displayed:

【Provided: Home Coin*1】

【Red: 1 catties of rice】

"Can this iron piece really be exchanged for food?"

The middle-aged man took out a one-yuan coin printed with a sunken portrait from his pocket.

"Hey~ I'm so shameless to print my own avatar!"

Then try to put it into the "coin port",

"Drip~"

The machine swallowed his one dollar coin,

“Wow~”

A delicate small bag model pops up at the shipment port below.

"What the hell is this? It's not as big as my fingers! Can it be one pound?"

"Bang~"

The small bag swelled and turned into a plastic bag wrapped in a pound of rice.

The middle-aged man grew up and said, "Ah, can he really exchange food for it!"
Chapter completed!