Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 103 Let Yang Hao bring you to drink next time

"What's delicious?"

"I'm sure you haven't eaten it. It's delicious, but a little expensive." Wang Zhipeng looked mysterious and serious.

Song Qinwei is pregnant now, so it is not suitable for her to stay in such a smoky and dirty place for a long time, and she certainly can't drink.

Li Xing frowned: "What on earth is this delicious food? It can't be a pancake, right? Let me make it clear first, I don't eat pancakes."

Bingzi is the jargon of Xinzhou, and its meaning is simple and clear, which is prostitution.

Li Xing and Yang Hao would never engage in prostitution.

Wang Zhipeng was immediately furious when he heard this, and slammed the table, "Am I that kind of person? You think too much of me, right? How could I be so vulgar as to take you to eat pancakes? Besides, my sister-in-law is still here."

Song Qinwei had a low presence and hardly spoke a word. Perhaps it was due to her personality, she just clutched Yang Hao's clothes and remained silent.

Yang Hao laughed and scolded: "We all know what kind of person you are. You drank some cat urine and that's what's in your head. Tell me, what is that delicious food that you make it sound so magical."

Wang Zhipeng actually doesn’t have high demands on food. He can eat any simple meal and he enjoys it very much.

After hearing what Wang Zhipeng said, Yang Hao and Li Xing also became interested and pestered him with questions for a long time. However, Wang Zhipeng remained tight-lipped and refused to say anything. He insisted on taking the three of them to try it themselves.

Li Xing became interested and planned to see what kind of delicacies Wang Zhipeng was so impressed with.

Wang Zhipeng stopped a taxi and said, "Master, would you like to go to the night market street in Fucheng Street, Yangshan District?"

When the driver saw that there were four people and they wanted to go so far, he quickly refused: "It's so far, no, no, it's so late, I'll take a ride home."

Wang Zhipeng opened the car door and got in. He took out a cigarette and handed it to him with a smile, "Let's go, master. There's nothing to be afraid of. The business over there is very good at night. I'll give you an extra 20 yuan for the ride."

The driver said that he was too soft-hearted to refuse, so he reluctantly agreed, "Okay, get in the car."

So, Li Xing got in the car first, and then Yang Hao got in holding Song Qinwei's hand.

They sped all the way and arrived at a small alley in Yangshan District. The place was filled with the smell of local life, with food stalls everywhere and many heavily made-up young women standing in hidden corners. After getting off the car, Wang Zhipeng paid readily.

Yang Haoxin said that he had been here before. During the National Day, his ninth brother invited him here to drink mutton soup. He also lamented that the weather was not cold enough. If it was the coldest time of the year, eating a bowl of hot mutton soup would be really a heavenly comfort. Li Xing had also been here before.

"Little bird, how do you know this place?" Yang Hao wondered.

As Wang Zhipeng led the way, he said proudly, "Before, I bought a mountain bike. When I had nothing to do on weekends, I would just drive around the streets of Xinzhou... Uh."

He remembered that Song Qinwei was still there, and quickly shut his mouth with an embarrassed look on his face.

While they were talking, Wang Zhipeng brought the three of them to a gray and shabby stall with poor business, where was selling the best mutton soup in the world.

"Boss, four bowls of mutton soup, one with extra coriander."

Yang Hao and Li Xing looked at each other, both in shock.

Damn Wang Zhipeng, I thought he was talking about something delicious, but it turned out to be the mutton soup here.

Wang Zhipeng walked into the tent carelessly, found a place to sit down, and said with a smile: "Don't be fooled by the few bargains here. Business is not good. The chicken and mutton soup is very expensive, but the taste is really good."

Then he said that he was doing business here last time and was exhausted after finishing the work, so he came to the nearby to eat something and ordered some kidneys. Later he found a sign hanging here that said "The Best Lamb Soup in the World". When Wang Zhipeng saw it, he was surprised. What a big tone! He really didn't believe it and insisted on trying what the lamb soup that cost 100 yuan a bowl tasted like.

Originally, Wang Zhipeng had made up his mind that if the damn mutton soup was not tasty, he would argue with the boss and destroy the brand. But after taking a critical sip, he was astonished and marveled that there was such a delicious mutton soup in the world.

Just too expensive.

While Wang Zhipeng was still boasting about how delicious the mutton soup here was, Yang Hao said, "What a pity, I've already eaten the mutton soup here."

"Me too."

"Ah?" Now it was Wang Zhipeng's turn to be surprised.

However, Wang Zhipeng quickly smiled and said, "It's okay. Sister Qin Wei has eaten it before. It's the same."

Not long after, the frail old man silently brought over a bowl of mutton soup. In an instant, the aroma was refreshing.

The old man walked very slowly and heavily. He had to walk back and forth four times. Wang Zhipeng and Li Xing hurried to help him carry the food.

In this biting cold wind, eating a bowl of hot mutton soup is very satisfying and makes me feel warm all over.

"Damn, it smells so good. I wonder if that old man will accept apprentices. I really want to learn this skill." Wang Zhipeng sighed as he drank.

Yang Hao nodded hurriedly, the mutton soup here is really excellent.

The pure white soup is steaming hot. In addition to a few fat but not greasy meat slices, it is also filled with chopped green onions, coriander, minced garlic, as well as ginger slices, angelica, adenophora, yam, white angelica and other seasonings, all of which are very colorful.

After one mouthful, my whole body feels warm.

Wang Zhipeng smiled and said, "How is it, sister Qinwei, is it delicious?" Song Qinwei nodded, "It's delicious."

"As long as it tastes good, ask Yang Hao to bring you here next time."

"Hmm." Song Qinwei picked up the meat slices with chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and put the meat into Yang Hao's bowl.

"Oh my, this is so sweet, Brother Yang Hao." Wang Zhipeng immediately started to cheer in an exaggerated manner.

Li Xing also sighed: "I'm so envious that my dick is turning purple."

Song Qinwei glanced at Yang Hao sheepishly and continued to drink her soup. She had seen many heroines in film and television dramas do this, and the Internet said that all men like this, so she decided to give it a try.

As we were talking, two people walked in from outside the tent.

"Old man Li, two bowls of mutton soup."

Yang Hao looked up and his eyes narrowed into a line. He recognized the person who came.

The leader was very eye-catching because he was a dwarf. Although he looked short, he should not be underestimated. He had a sinister look on his face. He was the dwarf mule from Nanmen Bridge. Behind him was a tall and gorgeously dressed girl. She was actually Wang Qingxue from the School of Media, who was as famous as Zhou Ming from the University of Finance and Economics and Nie Fei from the Vocational College?
How did they get here?

Why is Wang Qingxue with the short mule in the middle of the night?

Not to mention, these two people standing together look like the beast and the beauty... No, the dwarf and the beauty are more like a saint and a goblin.

Wang Qingxue also noticed the four people at Yang Hao's table and her eyes were a little evasive.

The Dwarf Mule is as his name suggests, he is really damn short, only slightly longer than Wang Qingxue's legs. He is also extremely ugly, with a horse-like face, which looks disgusting. When these two walk together, it really makes people have improper thoughts.

For example, Wang Zhipeng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It was winter now. Although it wasn't snowing, it was still cold and windy. But Wang Qingxue was wearing very little, whether she was deliberately showing off her charm or because she loved beauty. She wore a beige plaid coat and a snow-white shirt, without any warm inner wear. She wore a short skirt and black stockings. Her legs were shaking slightly when she stood, so she must have been cold.

Yang Hao seemed to be thinking about something, thinking that it was rumored that Wang Qingxue could become the leader in the media college market because of her looks, could it be... there was a story between her and the dwarf mule?
and many more.

Wang Qingxue is in charge of the human resources of the School of Communication. Wang Zhipeng said that she also runs a pimping business in private, introducing some willing female students to be lovers or to work in the prostitutes and making money from commissions. The short mule is the largest organizer of the service industry in Baiyun District. No wonder Wang Qingxue can be so bold, it turns out that the short mule is supporting her behind the scenes.

Tsk tsk, thinking of this, Yang Hao felt a chill in his heart. If Wang Qingxue's parents knew that their precious daughter was fooling around with some bad guys in college, what a wonderful scene it would be.

The short mule also saw Yang Hao. He snorted coldly and sat down expressionlessly. Wang Qingxue sat opposite him. Originally, Yang Hao and Li Xing were happily bragging and chatting, but after these two came, they suddenly lost interest.

So, the three of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, finished their drinks quickly, paid the bill, and left the stall.

As soon as he came out, Wang Zhipeng said in amazement: "Damn, the short mule is so lucky. I find it funny to think of a dwarf like him galloping on Wang Qingxue."

However, he regretted it after he said it because he forgot there was a girl.

Yang Hao: “…”

Song Qinwei had a strange look in her eyes. She held Yang Hao's arm and said nothing.

Indeed, I don’t know how to describe this scene, but those who understand will understand.

Although they ate a melon, it was someone else's business after all and had nothing to do with them.

Although the short mule is as his name suggests, he is short, ugly and has a horse face, but he is not poor at all, and countless vain girls have thrown themselves into his arms.

Some time later, when Wang Qingxue was thrown into prison, she finally came to her senses and felt infinite regret, recalling the first time she went astray as a freshman in college.

I remember that day she put on beautiful makeup and went to the bar with a few girlfriends. It seemed that she was drunk or drugged. When she woke up, she was lying naked in the hotel, with a neatly arranged stack of cash next to her pillow, exactly 10,000 yuan.

She held the money and covered herself with the quilt and cried for a long time.

Later, she changed. I remember one time, she posted a status.

[But, Mom and Dad, I'm still young, I'm only eighteen years old, I'd rather eat an old man's dick than suffer.]

Sometimes, she also regretted that if she had not been greedy for the ten thousand yuan and chose to call the police, would the outcome have been different?
But, there is no if.

Of course, this is all later story and will not be discussed here for now.

When talking about the short mule, Wang Zhipeng started talking. He looked around and said in a low voice, "I heard from my classmates, I don't know if it's true or not, but it is said that this short mule was short and ugly when he was young. He definitely can't find a partner with his appearance. It is said that he used to secretly put pork in his quilt."

Li Xing felt a chill and said, "Wang Xiaoniao, you are so disgusting."

Yang Hao: “???”

Song Qinwei looked bewildered.

(End of this chapter)