林尘晃了晃脑袋，感觉像是被车轮碾过一样糊里糊涂。他掸了掸身上沾着的草屑，低头看了看这身破破烂烂的粗布衣服，再摸了摸肚子，空空如也。饿，特别饿。这算什么？穿越后遗症？还是逛窑子被Datang人当难民了？

他想起刚才好像是在跟人砍价， торговался about几个铜板，结果被人一推，就这了。这附近看着像是个城镇，叫啥名儿来着？林尘努力回忆，脑子里全是些乱七八糟的画面，就是想不起这个城镇的名字。

肚子咕咕叫得实在难受，林尘咬了咬牙，决定先找个地方填饱肚子。他看了看周围，streets were chaotic, vendors shouting, and people bustling about. He smelled something cooking and felt his stomach twist.

"Ah, food!" he thought, following the scent down an alleyway.

The alleyway led to a small stall, run by a plump woman with a friendly smile. The stall was crowded with people, each staring at the sizzling skewers of meat on the grill. The smell of spices and smoke filled the air, making林尘's mouth water.

"Sir, what would you like?" the woman asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

林尘 looked at the menu, which was written on a piece of parchment attached to the stall. There were several items listed, each with a name and price. His eyes fell on the first item: "Gourmet Skewers - 3 copper coins."