The price was settled, and the hotel chef was finally called over.
Of course, it wouldn't do to have only Brother Qiang, the chef, busy in the back. Lu Heng ended up paying the other chefs as well, five thousand each.
The hotel manager glanced at Lu Heng, who was dressed ordinarily, and wondered if this person was seeking revenge through consumption.
Did I starve to death in my previous life?
Lu Heng flipped through the menu, unsure which dishes were good.
Lu Heng put down the menu and pointed to something on it.
"Stir-fried a portion."
The waiter who followed also received a thousand-yuan tip, so he was very enthusiastic, standing behind Lu Heng waiting for his order.
However, he didn't seem to hear clearly what Lu Heng had ordered.
"Stir-fried what?"
"Stir-fried a portion," Lu Heng said slowly, enunciating each word.
Stir-fried a portion? The waiter's eyes widened. Was it what he thought it meant?
Lu Heng looked at the still stunned waiter and nodded.
That's right, it's exactly what you think.
The waiter took the menu to the kitchen. This time, he didn't need to place the order separately; he just handed the menu to the kitchen.
Doing them one by one would ensure no dish was missed.
Sitting in the private room, Lu Heng drank the Longjing tea the waiter had brewed and pondered what else he needed to do that he hadn't yet.
He felt that after eating, he should go and collect the house first, and then try to see if the space could be used normally there.
After arriving at the villa, he would need to change cars, but he didn't know what cars were in the space, as he wasn't even clear about what cars were in the city.
He sat there and probed with his consciousness. As he silently thought, some cars whose names he knew appeared before his eyes, but the cars were parked in different locations.
He wondered if there were any large cargo storage bases around the city. As he thought this, Lu Heng's consciousness indeed entered a vast open space.
Looking at the hundreds of various cars around, Lu Heng's mouth twitched.
Looking into the cars through the windows, there were no car keys inside, which wasn't surprising. Cars stored in a yard like this usually wouldn't have their keys with them.
He searched with his consciousness for a while longer and actually found over twenty Hummers.
Alas, his knowledge was limited, and he knew too little about cars. The Hummer was the best car he could think of at the moment.
Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the private room.
Lu Heng quickly withdrew his consciousness. "Come in."
The waiter carefully pushed in a dining cart, laden with various cold dishes.
He recognized a few of them, such as stir-fried squid with sauce, smashed cucumber, cold mixed cherry tomatoes, and sweet and sour nuts.
The waiter announced the name of each dish as he served it, and Lu Heng checked them against the menu.
After all the cold dishes were arranged, half the table was filled.
Lu Heng glanced at the remaining hot dishes on the menu and asked, "You have quite a few hot dishes here. Why don't you help me pack up a few cold dishes first? It would be a waste if we can't finish them."
"Certainly, sir." The waiter busied himself by the side cabinet in the private room, taking out a pile of empty food containers and packing them according to Lu Heng's instructions.
Lu Heng had been very hungry in his previous life, and now he only wanted to eat meat. He asked for the vegetarian dishes to be packed.
"The hot dishes that come out later, leave a few meat dishes, and pack the rest to bring over as well."
"Alright."
While waiting for the dishes, Lu Heng gnawed on a braised pig's trotters and browsed his phone, wanting to see if there were any civilian SUVs more robust than the Hummer.
He searched and indeed found a few models that looked very sturdy.
He took screenshots of those models, planning to check if those models were in the space when no one was around.
Driven by money, soon a full portion of dishes was brought into the private room.
Lu Heng wolfed down his meal, then contentedly rubbed his slightly full stomach. It felt so good to be full.
Seeing that there were still many dishes left on the table, Lu Heng unhesitatingly asked the waiter to pack them.
Wasting food was impossible. Anyone who had crawled back from that hell would surely be the same as himself.
The waiter helped Lu Heng move all the packed dishes to his car. The entire car, even the passenger seat, was filled with food containers.
The waiter looked at Lu Heng's actions, filled with surprise.
So, rich people were just like him, packing leftovers when they couldn't finish.
Lu Heng drove towards the villa he had rented. On the way, he waved his hand and put the food back into the space.
Alas, after eating, the smell of the food was no longer very pleasant.
He lowered the car window and, following the navigation prompts, drove along the road towards the suburbs.
More than an hour later, Lu Heng finally arrived in front of the villa.
He got out of the car, took out a set of keys, fumbled for the note attached to the keys, and opened the outer gate.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, Lu Heng drove the car into the yard.
Then he turned back and locked the courtyard gate.
For now, he hadn't decided where to go next. It would be better to familiarize himself with the environment in the villa first.
Finding the corresponding key, Lu Heng opened the villa's main door.
It seemed no one had lived there for a long time. Although the interior looked well-decorated, the air inside the villa was quite unpleasant.
He opened the door wide and waited outside for a while. Lu Heng didn't idle during this time.
This villa area had a high degree of privacy, with other villas only appearing at long intervals. He wasn't worried about his secrets being discovered.
Sitting on the steps in the courtyard, Lu Heng used his consciousness to probe the models he had just found.
He tried several, and finally managed to find two models.
The George Patton and the Mercedes-Benz Unimog SUV.
There weren't many George Patton vehicles; he only found five in the car yard.
There were more Mercedes-Benz Unimogs, about ten or so by his count.
He just didn't know if this car would be like those drinks, where if he took one, a new one would automatically be replenished.
To test his theory, he waved his hand, and instantly a George Patton and a Mercedes-Benz Unimog SUV appeared in front of the villa.
However, after waiting for about five minutes, the cars in the parking lot did not increase. It seemed that this kind of sought-after item would not be infinitely provided by the space.
The apocalypse had not yet arrived, and it was inconvenient to drive a car without license plates around. He could easily be stopped at any intersection, and if he couldn't explain the source of the car, he estimated he'd be taken to a "black room" to wait for the apocalypse.
In the apocalypse, driving the sedan he bought himself would not be feasible for long. Encountering a zombie would result in the car windows being smashed with a few punches.
The George Patton had a high chassis and a spacious interior, making it very suitable for combat driving.
It would be even better if he could get military-grade SUVs, as military vehicles would have sturdier bodies.