I'm just a veterinarian! You've unlocked the Great Physician System!

Chapter 327 Departure to Daliang Mountain, Horror at the Scenic Area, What a Breaking Bad Master!
Why is the other person getting so close to Senior Zhang?
Even the keywords directly associated with Zhang Xuechang's comments section are 'Comrade Xiao Song'.

"Ziqing, what's wrong? Did Mom's cooking not taste good today?"

Li Peixia asked her daughter.

Because I rarely see her like this.

"No, how could Mom's cooking be bad? I just haven't logged into Douyin for a long time, so some of the messages are a bit hard to process."

Li Ziqing said to his mother.

She's not a child anymore, and she has to tell her mother everything.

For example, she felt she didn't need to tell her mother who this Xiao Song, who was pestering Senior Zhang, really was.

Because I had mentioned Senior Zhang before, she started bringing up the topic of romance, saying things like I had to be careful not to be deceived by him.

She was willing to be lied to by Senior Zhang, but he didn't want to lie to her at all, thinking that everyone was like that annoying guy who kept adding her multiple times.

"Oh, oh, oh, a lot has indeed happened recently. There are also quite a few unpleasant news stories on Douyin. Just scroll past them when you see them."

Li Peixia spoke to her daughter.

With the internet so readily available, we can learn about things like assaults happening here today or cases occurring there tomorrow through Douyin (TikTok).

So if you actually see these kinds of messages, it's best to just swipe away.

After all, watching too much can easily lead to negative emotions.

It's not good for your physical and mental health either.

"Yes, I know, Mom."

Li Ziqing nodded, seemingly agreeing with her mother, but her hands didn't stop operating her phone.

She is currently browsing the homepage of someone named Xiao Song.

[Comrade Xiao Song's Diary]

[Likes: 1.51 million], [Friends: 28], [Following: 19], [Followers: 3211901].

Signature: Thank you to everyone who follows Comrade Xiao Song's diary. I also welcome everyone to support and follow Handsome Veterinarian Zhang. Thank you so much!! (bows)

For business cooperation inquiries, please contact xiaosong6666 (only one contact).

School: Northeast People's University.

Birthday: August 30th.

Age: 20 years old.

She's almost 21 and still acting like a teenage girl! Pshaw!!

Looking at that delicate little face, the student-style haircut like a high school student, and the black-rimmed glasses and clothes similar to those of a high school student, Li Ziqing complained inwardly with annoyance!

Lunch passed quickly.

My mom said a lot at the dinner table.

It was basically about how the other person had recently met a nice uncle and wanted to find some time to have dinner together. Apparently, the other person also had a daughter and wanted to find some time to have dinner together as well.

But Li Ziqing's mind was on Xiao Song, who was flirting with Senior Zhang while she was away.

So it just passed with a few "uh-huhs" and "ah-ahs".

After all, she didn't have time to dwell on this right now. She needed to dig deeper into this shameless Xiao Song and see how far her relationship with Senior Zhang had progressed!

December 21st to December 25th.

The next few days.

Li Ziqing was very busy except for teaching, and the reason was, of course, because of this Xiao Song.

"Ziqing, Mommy's going out now. What would you like to eat tonight?"

At that moment, Li Peixia looked at the person in the room who was looking at the computer, scrolling through his phone, and taking notes in a book—something whose content was unknown—and asked him a question.

"It will be all right."

Li Ziqing replied.

"What are you busy with all day long, fine..."

Li Peixia went out.

It was a little past 2 p.m.

She's going out for a walk.

"Hmph! A scheming, pretending-to-be-young old auntie! She deliberately acted as a photographer to seduce Senior Zhang, shameless!"

After intensive study for a period of time, Li Ziqing finally figured it out.

Not long after, she followed Xiao Song through the account "Southern Girl" and sent a very friendly private message.

At this moment, in a large shopping mall in Chunshi.

"Wenqing, you mentioned having a get-together before. I asked my daughter, and she said it's fine. How about we arrange it for New Year's Day?"

Yes, at this moment, Li Peixia was shopping with Lao Song.

These days she has also been testing her daughter's attitude.

I discovered that she wasn't particularly opposed to it.

My heart was comforted a lot.

I almost thought it would be like some of the girls on the forum before, where their mothers stopped coming home after finding new husbands and became increasingly distant.

Although she felt that Wenqing was a perfect match for her.

But compared to her own daughter, she still firmly chose her daughter.

I believe Wenqing feels the same way.

If he had to choose between her and his daughter, he would undoubtedly remain steadfast.

“Peixia, we originally planned to hold it on New Year’s Day, but now the situation has changed a little.”

Old Song sighed.

"Is Wenqing facing some kind of difficulty? Does your daughter disagree?"

Li Peixia didn't know why, but suddenly she wanted to ask this question.

If the other party's daughter does not agree.

It's definitely impossible for the two of them to continue.

The premise for them to be together was that both families were harmonious and their children did not reject each other, which was agreed upon from the beginning.

"No, no, my daughter is quite easygoing about my affairs and understands me quite well. It's just that when she came home today, she told me that she has to go on a business trip over New Year's Day, to Sichuan, which is quite far away, so we might not be able to have dinner together."

My daughter just returned from a field trip with her mentor's team, and then told me that she'll be away from home for about a week from the end of the month to New Year's Day, so he can bring the nanny home anytime...

Old Song was really hesitant to speak about this. What do you mean by casually bringing aunties home? He's never brought one home even once!

Otherwise, if there were any signs of another woman living in the house, you, with your keen eye, would have noticed it immediately.

"I see... Then why don't we seize the day and arrange it for tonight?"

As long as Wenqing's daughter doesn't object, that's fine. Luckily, her daughter is home right now, and I asked her and she didn't have any classes this afternoon or evening.

Alternatively, we could arrange it for tonight.

“Sigh… We can’t even meet on the same day. Their supervisor just came back from a field trip today and is going out for dinner tonight… Peixia, why don’t we wait until New Year’s Day? We should be able to have a proper get-together then.”

Old Song rubbed his forehead.

The two families originally planned to have a meal together so that the children could get to know each other.

As a result, the exam had just ended when my daughter needed to be assessed, and then I had to go on a business trip in a while.

Why go to the Liangshan Mountains?

They are said to depart on the 29th.

Tell me, what's going on here?

"That's alright, it's only a month or two anyway. If it really doesn't work out, we can have a New Year's Eve dinner together, I'll cook."

Li Peixia is quite confident in her cooking skills.

It's a good opportunity to entertain them and express our gratitude to our elders.

“Sure! Seeing the meals you share every day, Peixia, has really made me want to try them.”

They are all from the South.

Their hometown is in Sichuan, while Peixia and her friends are from the Xiangjiang River region, so their eating habits are actually quite similar.

Although Song Wenqing has been in Northeast China for so many years.

The stomach inside my body can enjoy both Northeastern cuisine and Sichuan spicy food.

As for Xiangjiang cuisine, people from Sichuan are quite used to it; at least he sometimes goes to restaurants in Xiangjiang to eat some of the dishes.

"Okay, okay, let's wait until after New Year's Day. If we can't arrange it then, we can have a New Year's Eve dinner together at your house or mine during the Spring Festival."

The two quickly reached an agreement.

Meanwhile, Song Wanqing had already started packing her things and setting off.

After all, it's our group dinner today.

"Master Zhang, our plane tickets are booked. We'll fly to Chengdu at 12:00 on the 29th of this month. As for the publicity, we'll start on the day they depart, and the live broadcast will be on the morning of the 31st."

On the way, Song Wanqing sent Zhang Lingchuan a voice message.

These past few days have been incredibly busy.

I had to work on my own thesis, conduct research, summarize findings, and also help Professor Zhang with meetings.

Although it was busy, it was also fulfilling.

She took a taxi there.

After Teacher Zhang didn't reply to her message, Song Wanqing opened Douyin (TikTok).

Her operating model is different from Teacher Zhang's. The other party basically has zero contact with fans, and no matter how many private messages fans send, the other party never replies.

Her approach is to try her best to answer fans' questions, but she will only reply to questions that are genuine or meaningful.

Some quirky ones call their wives things like "wife".

If it's a girl, she'll reply with a playful emoji, followed by something like, "Hi, wife~" or "Thanks for your attention, wife~".

After all, there's a culture now where girls address each other as "wife" or something similar.

If it's a male fan... then it's definitely not easy to reply.

After all, she didn't create an account to swindle money from powerful figures.

Actually, a lot of her fans are female.

Most of the advertisements they bring are aimed at female fans, such as pepper spray.

If she maintains good relationships and everyone trusts her, Xiao Song, she might just gain another customer who places an order.

Her meager income is entirely supported by each and every one of her fans.

If she were to act as aloof as Teacher Zhang, never replying to any questions from fans... then her account would definitely never succeed.

"Honey, hurry up and update your videos with Veterinarian Zhang! Give me lots of sweet moments!!"

"Xiao Song~, when will we see your official announcement video with Xiao Zhang?"

"It's obvious, Xiao Song, that you like Zhang Laoshi, but why don't you just make it official?"

……

After clicking on it.

The number of messages has reached 99+ again.

She has a habit of logging into the backend every day to read the messages and private messages from her fans.

Previously, when there were fewer people, I could reply to everyone.

Now that there are more people and less time, she certainly can't reply as perfectly.

For example, she would answer these questions in detail at the beginning, but now that her older sister asks her these questions almost every day, she definitely skips them.

As I kept scrolling...

"Southern Girl: Aunt Song! Don't you have any shame?!"

As I kept scrolling...

Song Wanqing frowned.

Although I filmed videos with Teacher Zhang, some girls did make sarcastic remarks about me.

She'd never seen anyone call her Aunt Song so directly, and even say she had no shame!
"Comrade Xiao Song's Diary: ???"

She replied with three question marks.

They also clicked into the other person's account.

I want to see who this person is.

She actually called me "Auntie" right away.

Good guy.

She's only twenty years old.

I'll be twenty-one in a few days after my birthday.

Aunt?

Little sister! Do you think this is an appropriate way to address me?!
[Southern Girl]

[Likes: 0], [Friends: 0], [Following: 1], [Followers: 0].

Signature: None

School: Northeast Academy of Arts

Birthday: August 18th.

Age: 18 years old.

Click in.

Apart from the profile picture being of a very pretty girl, there is virtually no other information; it is essentially a blank account.

However, there are too many images of profile pictures online, so they are basically not reliable for reference.

However, judging from the only person they follow, they must be a fan of Teacher Zhang.

Speaking of which, the Northeast Academy of Arts is right next to the Faculty of Agriculture.

Let's see if we can get anything out of them.

……

In the blink of an eye.

Time quickly came to December 29th.

That was the day they were to set off for the Daliang Mountains to complete the rural public welfare live broadcast assigned by the Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Affairs.

Since it was Lao Song who took them to the airport, Zhang Lingchuan easily found his way to Song Wanqing's neighborhood.

Good morning, Mr. Zhang!

As soon as they arrived downstairs in the apartment complex, Song Wanqing came to pick up Zhang Lingchuan.

"Hey, Comrade Song, why do you look like you haven't slept well? What's wrong? Is your thesis too difficult to write?"

Seeing that Wanqing seemed a little tired, Zhang Lingchuan asked her curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just that I had something to do and stayed up a little late last night. Although my thesis is not as good as yours, Zhang Laoshi, it's still passable. I'll try my best to get an excellent graduation this year."

Song Wanqing smiled, revealing her two small tiger teeth.

The reason I'm exhausted is because I've been having a high-intensity online battle with that girl from the South lately.

Of course, Song Wanqing definitely didn't plan to tell Teacher Zhang about this.

After all, someone as capable and good-looking as Teacher Zhang is bound to attract many suitors. If she can't even handle a small rival, how will she ever become the rightful partner?
So she felt she could handle it!

"Oh, you should go to bed early. Staying up late all the time isn't good for your health. Even if you don't have any problems now, it's all about the future."

Zhang Lingchuan then spoke to him with concern.

However, he did not know that the 'thing' Song Wanqing was talking about was actually 'Li Ziqing'.

Speaking of which, Li Ziqing came to see him on the second and fifth day after the exam. Zhang Lingchuan congratulated her, and she said she wanted to eat the beef noodles from their school, so he treated her to them several times.

At the same time, fearing that the other party might find something to do when they have free time, they continue to persuade the other party to participate in more competitions, preferably to win some national scholarships or something similar upon graduation.

Even though I'm only a freshman, I must plan ahead!

He sensed that the other person was listening.

During their two meetings and conversations, Li Ziqing did not mention anything about Song Wanqing.

Because Li Ziqing and Song Wanqing thought the same way, and also felt that they could resolve this matter themselves, they should do it privately.

So I don't plan to be like those brainless people and directly question Senior Zhang about who this Xiao Song is.

She was confident she could get this 21-year-old woman to voluntarily leave the game!
……

Inside a Mercedes-Benz driving steadily on a highway in Chunshi.

"Dad, this time Teacher Zhang and I are going to the Daliang Mountains for a week. We probably won't be back until the 4th or 5th."

A voice came from the back seat of the car; it was Song Wanqing's.

"Yes, you must take good care of yourselves when you get there, after all, there is still a difference between the Daliang Mountains and the outside world."

Old Song spoke first.

Ever since Xiaochuan started driving this car, the passenger seat has been empty.

Although he was a little disheartened, he could only force himself to understand.

What can you do if you don't understand?!

That look in his eyes is so intense, it's like he's melting into Xiao Chuan's heart!

So every time he goes out, he prays that the young man will restrain himself and not actually end up with a family of three next year...

But as an elder, he couldn't say that.

After all, you said that sometimes they just have to rebel, so what can you do? So all you can do is pray.

"Dad, do you think that's what I meant? I meant if you want to take that aunt somewhere for a few days, I won't be able to see it anyway, so do whatever you want~"

Song Wanqing teased her father.

She is now completely certain that her father has an aunt outside the marriage, and as she always said, she will not object as long as the other woman is genuinely good to her father.

"Uh uh uh……"

Old Song glanced at the back seat with annoyance.

Just pretend he didn't notice!
"Dad, by the way, what's this aunt's last name? Where does she live? What does she do for a living and which company does she work for? Why don't we get together for a meal?"

Song Wanqing launched into a series of questions, her face full of curiosity.

After all, she's going to be Old Song's wife, so as his daughter, she has to keep an eye on her own father.

Zhang Lingchuan listened quietly from the side.

After all, it's a matter between a father and daughter.

"Your surname is Li. As for the rest, you can ask me if you're interested in meeting up for dinner. We originally planned to have dinner together on New Year's Day, but you and Xiao Chuan are away on a business trip, so we can't. Let's pick a time when you get back."

When Song Wenqing heard her daughter asking questions in such a way that it seemed like she was checking her household registration, she replied with a single sentence.

"Oh... her surname is Li, Aunt Li, Aunt Li..."

Song Wanqing nodded, her expression thoughtful.

Speaking of which, the girl I was arguing with on Douyin also has the surname Li! What a coincidence!

"Yes, she also happens to have a daughter, who is about the same age as you. You two can have a good chat then. Actually, as elders, we really hope to receive your children's blessings."

After saying that, Old Song glanced at the rearview mirror, where he saw his daughter leaning against Xiao Chuan. He stared at it for a long time before snapping out of his daze.

It's time to find a companion for my old age.

But how to put it... if their own daughters don't like Pei-hsia, and they don't have their daughters' blessings... then there's really no chance for them.

This is a point on which everyone has long reached a consensus.

airport.

"We're here! Let me help you unload some of your luggage."

The vehicle stopped.

Old Song prepared to help the two with their luggage.

"Dad, no need, Teacher Zhang can take it."

Song Wanqing said.

"Yes, Uncle Song, I can do it myself."

Zhang Lingchuan didn't have much luggage; he figured he could manage on his own.

"Okay, Xiao Chuan, come over here when you're done, I'd like to say a few words to you."

Old Song sighed upon hearing this, and then looked at Zhang Lingchuan.

"Uncle Song, is there something you want to tell me?"

After putting down his luggage, Zhang Lingchuan jogged over to Lao Song's side, looking a little bewildered.

Why does Lao Song want to talk to him alone again?

You can't possibly ask about the wedding date again!
"Xiao Chuan...do you know what day tomorrow is?"

After calling Zhang Lingchuan aside, Song Wenqing looked at him with both eyes.

"tomorrow……"

Zhang Lingchuan was a little confused. What day is tomorrow?

"Sigh... that's where you're wrong. You don't even know what day it is tomorrow. What am I supposed to say to you!"

Seeing his hesitation, Old Song's face was full of dissatisfaction, and his tone even became somewhat critical.

After all, he only has one precious daughter.

They've already shown such favor to you, and you don't even know that?!

"Huh? Uncle Song... what day is tomorrow... could you give me a little hint?"

This was the first time Zhang Lingchuan had ever seen Lao Song look so disappointed in him, yet also like he wanted to punch him.

He quickly asked Old Song.

"No need for a reminder, tomorrow is Qingqing's birthday. You've already given the betrothal gifts, how come you don't even know it's her birthday? Although I know you're usually very busy with work, going to the provincial hospital, giving lectures, and even doing live streams, life isn't just about career, family is also a very important part, you know? A man who neglects his family won't be happy!"

Old Song looked at Zhang Lingchuan with a meaningful expression.

I remember when he was dating, he would secretly remember his girlfriend's birthday and then surprise her on her birthday!
That kid is something else; he has no idea it's Qingqing's birthday.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to ask.

Otherwise, this girl would probably be heartbroken!
"Wanqing's birthday!"

Zhang Lingchuan's body trembled.

He really doesn't know.

As for Douyin, it does list a date, but it's unclear whether that date is real or not.

"Alright, alright, just remember this from now on. I always spent her birthday with her in previous years and prepared gifts carefully, but there's no hope of being with her this year. So, Xiao Chuan, just celebrate her birthday properly for me."

Old Song's tone suddenly became more desolate.

I don't know if this is the beginning. Maybe in the future, he won't even want his father to celebrate his birthday with him, and this kid won't even know it.

"Okay. I'll remember that, Uncle Song."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded.

The other person has helped me so much; she has taken care of many of the tedious tasks.

Therefore, Xiao Song will definitely make sure to celebrate Xiao Song's birthday properly.

"That's good. Treat our Qingqing well from now on. I'll keep the betrothal gifts for now. If you give me a million, I'll give you an extra million back. I won't stop you if you want to buy a house in Chun City or whatever. But I only have one request: you absolutely cannot let my precious daughter suffer any injustice, understand?"

Song Wenqing made his point clear at that moment.

This is a betrothal gift, not a bride price.

Her daughter was hired to be the mistress of the Zhang family, not to receive a dowry so you could take a concubine.

My family also has a very capable father!

It's not that there's no one here!

“Um… Uncle Song.”

"Alright! You guys go ahead! The fine for violating traffic rules here is 150 yuan. I'm leaving now!"

Song Wenqing interrupted Zhang Lingchuan.

Zhang Lingchuan watched the car's silhouette flutter in the breeze, growing darker with each attempt to smooth it out, and now he had no idea how to explain it.

"Master Zhang, my dad's pressuring me to get married again?"

Song Wanqing looked at Zhang Lingchuan as he approached and asked him with a smile.

"Indeed, we need to hurry up and get to the point of marriage. Should we consider helping Old Song relieve his boredom?"

Seeing Song Wanqing's slightly cheeky expression, and how she pushed up her glasses to ask him a question, Zhang Lingchuan immediately teased her in return.

"That doesn't matter. Zhang Laoshi can come anytime he wants. How about tonight?"

Song Wanqing leaned closer and blinked her big, beautiful eyes.

The camera lens is a bit of an eyesore.

"..."

Zhang Lingchuan didn't say anything, afraid that a Dudu advertisement would appear at any moment.

And I am one of the advertisement contents.

"Why isn't Master Zhang talking? Is it because the weather's too cold and his throat is dry? How about trying this Magic Master thermos? It keeps drinks hot for 24 hours straight, so you can drink some warm water whenever your throat gets dry~"

Song Wanqing pulled out a thermos from somewhere.

"Cough cough cough-"

Zhang Lingchuan choked.

"Look at Mr. Zhang, this is the hot water I filled last night. Isn't it still a little too hot to drink?"

She unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Zhang Lingchuan.

"It's still a bit hot, the insulation is pretty good... Is this really the water I filled last night?"

They're putting up those flyers again, just like I expected.

However, after trying it, he found that the thermos cup was indeed very effective.

Many thermos cups get cold within a few hours.

Especially those glass thermos cups.

If it was indeed kept warm last night, then the insulation effect is indeed very good.

Actually, he couldn't understand it at all.

I remember when I was a child there was a kind of kettle where you would fill it with hot water and then put a wooden stopper down. The water would stay warm for a day or two, or even longer. You could fill a kettle with boiling water and it would still be warm on the third day.

It's extremely useful.

However, with the development of the times, the thermos flasks bought online now can only keep the contents warm for a few hours at most.

It's practically like buying industrial waste.

"Of course! Teacher Zhang, hurry up and finish your drink to moisten your throat, otherwise we won't be able to get through security!"

After the advertising session ended, Song Wanqing urged Zhang Lingchuan to hurry up.

The bottle of water is finished.

Of course, because it was a little too hot to drink, I didn't finish it in a few bites like I would with cold water.

They boarded the plane quickly.

There were no passengers with red tags on this flight to Chengdu, but there were two with yellow tags.

But Zhang Lingchuan still adhered to the same set of principles as before.

Yellow tags won't be actively viewed unless they are specifically targeted.

If possible, please remind someone using the red tag.

Around 2 or 3 p.m., they arrived at the familiar Shuangliu Airport.

"Huh? Where's Dr. Zhang Laoshi and Dr. Wei?"

After getting off the plane, Song Wanqing looked around at the exit and teased with a smile.

"He's not our private car driver."

Zhang Lingchuan said in an annoyed tone.

Dr. Wei had asked him about it before, but he declined the offer, since he couldn't keep bothering him.

People still need to be self-aware.

"That's true, that's true."

Song Wanqing nodded.

"Master Dongjiao Memory Hotel".

Then I got into a car.

They will spend the night in Chengdu tonight and travel to Daliangshan by car tomorrow.

As for where to stay, it was at the Dongjiao Memory Hotel.

I heard that this place is holding an event recently, and the higher-ups specifically recommended it to them.

Moreover, there is a live streaming base there, and even concerts are held there. It is a newly emerging factory renovation area in Chengdu.

Song Wanqing had seen this place on Douyin and was quite interested, so she accepted the suggestion to stay at the Dongjiao Memory Hotel.

"Hold on tight."

The taxi driver shifted gears and was propelled forward by a surge of acceleration.

Their skills are extremely sophisticated.

They arrived at the Dongjiao Memory Hotel in less than half an hour.

Check-in by swiping your card.

"Oh my god... I'm so tired~"

This time, the other party booked a luxury standard room with two single beds that are 1.5 meters wide.

Yes, Xiao Song always books a room.

Song Wanqing was lying on the bed near the window, on the outside.

“If you’re tired, Wanqing, you should take a break. There’s really no need for a reception dinner tonight.”

Zhang Lingchuan began to speak.

"No, no, there's no reception meal this time. We'll have one in the county at the foot of Daliang Mountain. We'll take care of it ourselves tonight and they'll reimburse us."

Song Wanqing lay paralyzed on the bed.

I took a nap and when I opened my eyes it was already seven o'clock.

They went to a local restaurant that only served grilled fish, not hot pot.

There was quite a long queue, and by the time we finished eating and came out of the mall, it was already 8:30.

"Zhang Laoshi... what are you thinking about? Why do you seem a little absent-minded?"

We ate and drank our fill, and the food was delicious.

However, Song Wanqing noticed that Zhang Laoshi was looking at his phone and then at the outside, as if he was thinking about something, so she asked him about it out of curiosity.

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright. Where does Comrade Song want to go next?"

Zhang Lingchuan shook his head.

It's her birthday after midnight, so he should go with her wherever she wants to go tonight.

But honestly, he's never given a gift to a woman before. What kind of birthday present should he give? A gold or jade pendant?
Although he has the money to buy it, wouldn't this kind of thing be too tacky?

As for buying a scarf or giving away some daily necessities, isn't that a bit too informal?

It's nerve-wracking.

"Let's go to Dongjiao Memory Park. Look how many people are there at Zhanglaoshi's place!"

They ate grilled fish at the shopping mall opposite Dongjiao Memory, and after they came out, they could see Dongjiao Memory across the street.

It was incredibly crowded and very lively.

"Charge!"

Song Wanqing pulled Zhang Lingchuan and rushed towards the other side.

"Zhang Laoshi, look at this! This train is super popular online. People like to take their wedding photos here."

Song Wanqing acted as a little tour guide, pointing to the train parked there and saying that quite a few people still take photos here.

"I heard that this used to be an old factory."

Although it was nighttime, the lighting was done very well.

You can even see some extra-large pipes and the original factory machinery.

"It's an old factory. I really admire the designers' creativity. Now it's been divided into several areas, including a singing and performing area, a live-streaming work area, and even a street of stalls over there. Teacher Zhang, shall we go take a look and see if we can find some good stuff?"

Girls, you know.

I always want to go and stroll around when I see a street full of stalls.

It seemed to be a restless impulse originating from the genetic level.

"Sure. It's a rare treat to visit a night market, so if you see anything you like, feel free to buy it; I'll pay!"

Zhang Lingchuan laughed.

Wow! This is what a generous boss looks like! Well then, I won't hold back!

Song Wanqing's eyes lit up as she rubbed her hands together, eager to get started.

Then he led Zhang Lingchuan into the night market street.

They discovered that the street was quite long, with various trinkets, souvenirs, and handicrafts sold at the front, and food stalls at the back.

Authentic Northeastern-style sweet and sour pork, Liuzhou snail rice noodles, 8-yuan roast duck rice noodles, authentic Xinjiang-style roasted lamb skewers, Shaanxi-style cold noodles, Zhanjiang barbecue, grilled hot dogs, grilled squid, freshly squeezed sugarcane juice, and lemonade...

As she strolled around, Song Wanqing's gaze fell upon rows of small yellow tricycles in the distance, surrounded by people.

A large sign hangs above the car: "The Most Beautiful Mousse".

"Zhang Laoshi".

Song Wanqing patted Zhang Lingchuan on the shoulder.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Zhang Lingchuan was a little confused.

"Mr. Zhang, look over there! That's the most beautiful mousse in Chengdu. Why don't we buy some to take home for a late-night snack? I saw this lady online before; she's so popular, she sells two or three hundred mousses a day!"

Song Wanqing pointed to a small yellow car that was packed with people in front of her and said.

He also took out his mobile phone.

"Are you kidding me? You're asking a beautiful woman like me to set up a street stall?"

"I have to set one up! I absolutely love setting up a stall!"

Before I set up my stall, you ignored me; after I set up my stall, boss, give me a small mousse!

And I searched for the phrase 'most beautiful mousse'.

A video immediately popped up.

This is a mousse selling blogger with 25 followers.

"Cake? We should definitely buy some."

Zhang Lingchuan glanced at it and saw that it was a very pretty little cake, the kind that could attract attention at a glance.

That’s true.

It's my birthday tonight at midnight, how can I not have a cake?

They soon arrived at the front of the stall.

Song Wanqing held Zhang Lingchuan's hand.

The owner of this 'most beautiful mousse' stall is indeed a very tall woman. Of course, she is not as beautiful as she appears on camera, but she is still much more attractive than the average person.

However, compared to the people, the most eye-catching thing is the mousse made by this lady.

Extremely exquisite.

Whether you're a boy or a girl, the kind of girl you'll like at first glance.

Beautiful, with a great design!

Would you two like to try some mousse?

The female owner of the most beautiful mousse shop greeted them with a smile as they approached.

"Master Zhang, shall we have two pieces to try and see how they taste?"

Song Wanqing looked at Zhang Lingchuan for his opinion.

"OK."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded.

But their attention wasn't on the mousse cake; it was on the crowd around them.

Look beyond.

Most of the people who come to the night market are young people; you can hardly see any older people.

Therefore, most of them have green labels, with only one or two yellow labels.

But it's different here.

Surprisingly, there are many yellow labels scattered around here.

"Mommy! Give me some to eat!"

"!!"

He also saw a child pestering his mother to eat cake. After taking the first bite, the child, whose head had a green label, turned yellow.

After the third and fourth bites, the label on the child's head, who was wiping his mouth, turned red!
Zhang Lingchuan's actions are utterly incomprehensible.

Could it be that this stall is so popular that it's been poisoned?

He immediately performed a precise scan.

"What the hell?!"

The next moment.

When the scan results came back, his pupils constricted. This was some kind of Breaking Bad!

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　Hey everyone, I failed to update 10,000 words in a day, only managed 9000, a thousand words short! Let's update 1,000 more words tomorrow!
　　
　
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