The dining hall is on the same level as the residential area, bustling like a market.
Its operation is also quite similar to a school cafeteria. After swiping your ID card, you get a tray and a serving of "basic food."
"Is this rice porridge?" Chen Xuan asked, looking at the lumpy food on his plate.
"Rice? That sort of thing isn't produced in the base. If you want to eat any pre-disaster food, you'll have to spend credit points to buy it," Zhuang Yu pointed to the counters surrounding the dining hall, "Materials found by the Searchers are managed and repriced by the base before being sold. If you don't want to spend any money, then you'll just have to eat this."
"What is it made of then?" Little Pigeon asked curiously.
"Of course, it's made of synthetic starch," the other replied, "The carbon dioxide exhaled by people in the base is collected and processed into starch. We lose power every night at midnight here because synthesizing food consumes a lot of electricity."
