Qin Mei smiled and took out a wet tissue from her pocket and carefully wiped Fu Yang clean.
Fu Yang was embarrassed, but Gu Jianyang wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
"Oh, I hope Master's wife is okay. If she can come back, I'm afraid there will be something good to watch, haha... No, how can I gloat about Master's misfortune like this? I won't be able to do this again."
He quickly became serious.
"Since we're here, let's go have supper together. But don't be so impatient in doing things in the future, hehe."
Fu Yang snorted a few times in displeasure, and then walked forward with Qin Mei, with Gu Jianyang following behind.
When Qin Mei wasn't paying attention, he turned around and glared at his apprentice fiercely. That probably meant: Don't think so wildly, this matter will just get rotten in your stomach!
Gu Jianyang winked at him, which was also a reply: Master, don't worry! I will keep everything about you and sister Qin Mei secret.
As for Qin Mei, she felt proud.
The three of them left the hotel, asked the concierge at the door to hail a taxi, and went directly to the famous Pengpu Night Market in Shanghai.
Pengpu Night Market is a very famous late-night food street in Shanghai area.
At night, it is very lively. Various snacks, fat flying pancakes, Qiaoling fried chicken legs, grilled seafood, vegetables, fried pork chops, stinky tofu, grilled cold noodles, rice rolls, duck blood vermicelli soup, octopus balls...
There are so many varieties, everything you need!
It truly embodies the characteristics of Chinese people's love for food, and it has the flavor of human fireworks.
Fu Yang, Qin Mei, and Gu Jianyang got off the car at the entrance of Pengpu Night Market and walked in to look for various foods.
"I want to eat Qiaoling fried chicken legs, Fu Yang, can you buy them for me?"
Qin Mei said in a slightly coquettish tone.
Just like when we were in college, the two of us went out to play.
"Okay! Just wait, I'll buy it."
Fu Yang asked Qin Mei to sit down at a random food stall and order some barbecue first. He took Gu Jianyang to buy Qiaoling fried chicken legs, which are said to be very popular in Pengpu night market and known as "the best fried chicken in Pengpu".
When I got there, I took a look.
Damn! There was a long queue of forty or fifty people. At this rate, I'm afraid it would take at least forty minutes to buy it. The day lilies will probably be cold by then.
"Master, what should I do? Will sister Qin Mei be unhappy..."
"You're the only brat who talks a lot!"
Fu Yang glared at Gu Jianyang angrily and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Then a flash of inspiration occurred!
"Although I'm short of time, I'm not short of money. Just go to the guy at the front of the queue and buy it."
Fu Yang felt that he was so smart and thought of a solution instantly.
So he strode towards the front of the line and walked up to a young man who looked like a college student standing at the head of the line. He patted him on the shoulder and asked: "Young man, can you give me your chicken legs?"
The guy at the front was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fu Yang sideways: "Huh? What do you mean? We should be about the same age. You can't call me a show-off just because you look like you have gray hair?"
Also, if you want to eat fried chicken legs, just queue up. If you jump in line, you will get beaten."
Fu Yang was stunned.
Then I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.
He has experienced too many things in this year, so both his mentality and appearance have matured a lot. When he saw some young college students, he unconsciously adopted the tone of an elder.
In fact, he himself has not fully graduated in his senior year!
"Well, buddy. I'm not trying to cut into you... Oh no, I'm not trying to cut into your team. I just want to buy your position or buy your chicken legs."
"No, no! Go and play with your balls while you're at it. I queued for my girlfriend, and it took almost an hour for her turn to come. Who are you?"
The young man waved his hand impatiently, asking Fu Yang to leave quickly.
The other people in the queue behind were also whispering, feeling that Fu Yang thought too highly of themselves. Can a stranger who has been waiting in line for an hour get out of the queue with just a few words?
"Look at how this guy is pretending. Do you think he is a big shot? He talks about that guy every time he opens or closes his mouth."
"Ahem, I'm not trying to get in on that person. I'm trying to get in on his team. You look dirty when you say that. And they're both men."
"No matter what he wants to insert, it feels too pretentious anyway... just wait to be slapped in the face later. I guess the guy at the front will get annoyed later, so I'll just beat him up."
"It's best not to hit anyone, otherwise something will happen and our team will be in vain."
These melon-eaters are really just watching the excitement and don’t mind the big deal!
When Fu Yang and Gu Jianyang heard these conversations, the expressions on their faces were as painful as eating flies.
Those waiting in line thought that if Fu Yang continued to pester like this, he might get beaten. After all, the young man ranked first was tall and strong, and the outline of his muscles could be seen under his clothes...
"Master! These people don't respect you, apprentice, teach them a lesson."
Gu Jianyang's face was gloomy.
His character couldn't bear such ridicule. He just wanted to use the simplest violent means to solve the problem.
Fu Yang quickly grabbed him and persuaded him: "You kid, don't want to fight and kill like this all day long, okay? You're too violent."
After saying that, he looked at the young man holding his arms and said: "Two thousand yuan! Put it in your... position."
Fu Yang took out twenty brand new red Mao Zedong cards.
The young man's expression changed, and he looked at Fu Yang with a ghostly expression.
As for the melon-eaters queuing up behind, they all stared at Fu Yang with horrified expressions.
Holy shit!!!
Isn't it just to eat fried chicken? It costs only a few yuan, but you spend 2,000 yuan to buy a seat in front of the queue?
Fu Yang sneered: "What? Too little? Five thousand."
He directly took out a wad of money.
shocked!
Everyone, including the melon-eating crowd at the back, was shocked.
What a rich man! This guy is a rich man, a true rich man.
The young man's throat moved and he licked his lips. He was obviously very moved. But with so many people watching, he felt a little embarrassed, so he replied harshly: "You... you think you are rich?"
Isn’t that amazing?”
"Ten thousand!" Fu Yang continued to increase the price.
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you. Rich people like you really do anything to pick up girls. Why don't you just wait in line for another hour?"
This guy was finally completely defeated by Fu Yang's money offensive.
In order to queue up in advance to buy fried chicken legs, he actually threw out 10,000 yuan without changing his face. If you think about this kind of person, you will know that he has a big background. If you piss him off, you may be in trouble...
I have to say that this young man is quite smart. He quickly took Fu Yang's 10,000 yuan and gave up his seat. At this time, a new pot of fried chicken legs happened to be out of the pot. (Second