Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Is poverty a kind of talent, or an incurable disease?

It's all because of poverty that my power has been limited.

An Ran sighed in frustration.

She opened her attribute panel.

Even as an NPC, she is special in every sense.

Because Enron has an attribute panel that only players can access—

Name: An Ran

Age: 16 years old

Race: Terran

Gender: Female

Level: 1

Health: 30/30

Stamina: 36/36

Main profession: None

Secondary occupation: None

六围：力量3、敏捷4、耐力3、智力5、精神3、魅力4（新手玩家平均属性是5点）

[Aside from being of sound mind, he's a penniless good-for-nothing.]

This introduction is so infuriating!

I feel like you're making a personal attack on me!

Free attribute points: 0

Skill points: 0

Talent: Dexterity - Increases efficiency in manual tasks by 10%.

Skills: None

Reputation: 5

Equipment slots: Apart from the clothing I'm wearing, there are no equipment items with any attributes.

Of course, if the kitchen knife on the cutting board of the handcart can also be considered equipment, then the above evaluation is invalid, since the kitchen knife adds 3 points of attack power.

With standard blank attributes and a poor stat sheet, Anran was even worse off than a newly created player, because new players at least received a set of blank equipment from the system, while Anran had nothing.

A poor man's start.

Thinking about it carefully, although it's tough, it's still much better than those games that start on hell difficulty.

No job, no equipment, no money – a girl with nothing.

An Ran yawned, gripped the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and her attack power increased.

Her gaze swept over the people walking back and forth in the alley.

These are all living, breathing NPCs.

Do you gain experience by killing NPCs?

An Ran fell into deep thought.

An Ran, with her eyes half-closed, is now in a dangerous state of mind.

The "strong" middle-aged woman who walked out of the stairwell had thick skin and looked like she was not easy to deal with.

The drunken office worker who's about to walk away should be easily taken down with a backstab, but the distance is a bit far.

It would be very difficult to break into the home of an unknown person who could never hit a bird no matter how many stones you threw at him.

An Ran eventually gave up on this dangerous idea. In a society governed by law, there are even security cameras at the alley entrance.

Next to the camera, a large banner was hanging horizontally.

"Welcome to Twin Moon City!"

Chapter 04 Secondary Profession: Pastry Maker

The sign at the entrance of the alley reads: "Welcome to Twin Moon City!"

The slogan at the end of the alley reads: "Build a better tomorrow together!"

An advertisement in the alley reads: "For only 998, you can experience pleasure so intense you can't breathe!"

The inspirational revolutionary period dramas suddenly became incredibly erotic.

An Ran looked away with a strange expression.

The NPCs living here have probably adapted to this wasteland lifestyle. They live for the moment, and in this dilapidated place, money is all they need.

Yes, you can do a lot of things if you have money, the problem is you don't have money.

If you only rely on selling cakes, at best you won't starve.

An Ran propped her cheek up with one hand, gazed at the sky for a long time, then slightly opened her mouth, half-closed her eyes, and yawned.

"Yawn—when will money start falling from the sky?"

An Ran looked distressed; she was seriously considering whether she should return to her old profession.

pirate?

No, no, no, they weren't that brutal. Pirates without ships or men are nothing.

She was talking about a liar.

This is a very constructive idea.

"Bang bang——"

Ok?

What was that sound that suddenly rang in my ears?

An Ran's eyes widened as she saw a dog's head and two paws suddenly appear on the edge of her handcart.

The dog had a mung bean cake in its mouth...

"You son of a bitch! Damn it, how dare you steal my mung bean cake!"

An Ran, enraged, slammed her hand on the chopping board, equipped a cleaver with +3 attack power, and charged out.

"Waaaaah—"

The yellow-haired stray dog ​​was so frightened that its front legs went weak, and it almost dropped the mung bean cake. Seeing that An Ran's attack was about to come, it immediately took off running.

So, in the empty alley, the familiar faces all saw the big, cute little girl selling cakes and suddenly erupted, grabbing a kitchen knife and chasing Big Yellow, who was stealing food, from one end of the alley to the other, and then back again.

"Whoohoo-"

Anran returned to the stroller, panting, but Dahuang had finally run away.

However, before leaving, An Ran threatened, "Don't let me catch you, or I'll fry you in a pan next time!"

With a flick of the cleaver, a few cold glints flashed.

Sister An is a tough woman who talks a lot.

……

sunset.

The sun in 1886 looked much bigger than it does on Earth. Orange rays streamed down from the horizon, casting a film of light over the end of the alley, and that intoxicating color softly fell on the handcart.

The nightlife in the old town is about to begin.

It was time for Anran to pack up and close up shop.

She moved the stone that was blocking the wheels and pushed the cart slowly home.

Rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea...

Is this a game or an experience of life?

Anran looked up at the sky helplessly.

The boundless starry sky was right above her, but she was trapped in this cramped little space.

Anran's residence was also in the old town. She locked the handcart behind the iron gate, turned on the light at the door, and changed into slippers before going inside.

The house is small, with only three rooms: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a toilet.

Inside were various items that Anran had bought from the scrap yard through frugal living.

There was even a dilapidated old-fashioned television set, something that most people don't use these days.

The fact that you can still see something like this in the Star River Era is undoubtedly due to the producer's "retro heart".

After dinner, Anran resumed her boring cake-making routine.

Until a new way to make money is found, this old business really can't be abandoned.

Let's practice first and familiarize ourselves with the process before proceeding.

The chosen food is mung bean cake.

The ingredients and tools are as follows:

Peeled mung beans soaked for a day, a steamer with cheesecloth, a hand-cranked food processor to grind the mung beans, sugar, butter, water, and molds.

Wearing a short apron, An Ran stood in front of the mirror for a moment. Her strong domestic aura made her suddenly more charming. Her already delicate face seemed to be enveloped in a different kind of temperament, and her slightly chubby face was full of vitality.

An Ran subconsciously tugged at her cheek. Cute, I want to…

Pshaw, I'm a restrained person!

Anran went to cook first.

Before she traveled through time, An Ran knew how to cook some everyday dishes, but she had never actually tried making mung bean cakes.