Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

It's better not to mention it, because once it's mentioned, I really want to eat it.

Shen Mingchao arrived at the stall and ordered two servings of jianbing guozi.

The stall owner was a young man who looked quite young. He was wearing a large white mask, so she couldn't see his face, but his hairstyle was unique. His medium-length hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head and had a wooden hairpin stuck in it, making him look nothing like a stall owner.

Especially those pale-colored eyes, which seemed like those of a bewildered spirit beast in the mountains, were crystal clear.

Despite possessing the detached air of a hermit, he's making jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) at a street stall.

When she was soliciting customers, her tone was tense and hurried, her eyes were darting around, and even the skin on the side of her neck was flushed.

I don't know if it's nervousness or shyness.

It evokes the feeling of a socially anxious person being forced to work.

The batter, which should have spread into a round pancake, stuck to the pan a second time because the person making the pancake was not skilled enough.

Shen Mingchao suppressed a laugh and replied, his tone full of teasing: "Judging from your expression, this probably isn't your first day on the job, is it?"

"Hmm..." The stall owner nodded.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, take your time."

Shen Mingchao found it amusing to watch iRen's social anxiety explode while he had to pretend to be calm; it was truly hilarious.

After finally managing to spread the batter into a pancake on the third attempt, Zhang Qianjun breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Who knows how much effort he used to steady his trembling hands?

Before he went on his mission, Zhang Haike had specifically called him aside and solemnly instructed him to be mentally prepared and not to have too much contact with anyone, or he would have to bear the consequences.

He was still skeptical at the time, thinking, how serious could it be? Even if there was an attraction based on bloodline, it wasn't like he couldn't control himself. Zhang Haike was probably just single for too long and had poor self-control.

Now that he has experienced it firsthand, he realizes that he hadn't prepared himself mentally enough.

After arriving in Hangzhou at noon, he went to the West Lake according to the location provided by Zhang Haike and hid himself.

After finally managing to get rid of the tall, thin man, he was about to use his mask to pretend to be a passerby and strike up a conversation when Wu Xie arrived right behind him. Not wanting to have any direct contact with Wu Xie, he simply hid again.

After the two left West Lake and arrived at the bustling night market, he realized that the time was ripe.

He quickly changed into his mask and inadvertently brushed past the girl in the crowd.

With just a fleeting glance, he froze on the spot.

What are those?

What did he see?

The side that was in contact with the other side was completely numb.

It took Zhang Qianjun a long time to recover from that blush-inducing hallucination. His first thought upon regaining his senses was disbelief.

Isn't this absurd and outrageous?

Even though he was a Taoist practitioner who walked the line between metaphysics and science, he still found it hard to accept this kind of thing.

Then he embarked on his path of self-destruction.

In a short period of time, he changed four masks and brushed past each other four times in the same manner.

The image became clearer and clearer, but the feeling became increasingly unbearable.

Until the very last time, he fled quickly, grabbed a tree trunk, and ripped off his precarious mask. His face was covered in fine sweat; even the sturdiest mask couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhang Qianjun slid down the tree trunk unconsciously. He thought that he had completed the task assigned by Zhang Haike and should leave directly.

But for some reason, Zhang Qianjun found himself not wanting to just leave like that.

He went back and chose the jianbing (Chinese crepe) stall closest to the girl. He quietly gave the original stall owner some money and temporarily took over the stall.

Faced with the girl's gaze, he tensed up all over, and even his voice trembled, let alone making a jianbing guozi, which he had never made before.

It's definitely going to be embarrassing.

Zhang Qianjun was annoyed that he hadn't listened to advice and now things had turned out like this. If he went back and took a few cold showers, Zhang Haiyan would probably laugh him to death.

Zhang Qianjun sighed inwardly. He couldn't blame anyone else; Brother Ke had clearly warned him repeatedly. It was his own fault.

With his thoughts returning to normal, the most urgent task now is to make a serving of jianbing guozi before Wu Xie returns.

The previous failures were just accidents. Even if he's never eaten pork, hasn't he seen a pig run?

Zhang Qianjun forced himself to calm down and completed the steps in one go, and the fresh jianbing guozi was ready.

Shen Mingchao hadn't had high hopes for the taste since the stall owner's skills were so clumsy, but he was just there to support him.

Holding the hot pancake in her hand, her eyes lit up as she took a bite.

The jianbing guozi is crispy on the outside and crunchy on the inside, and the taste is just right.

"You know what, it's actually pretty delicious."

Having his skills acknowledged, Zhang Qianjun wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I'll leave this for free."

Wow! I've run into the Jianbing Guozi (Chinese crepe) master!

Since the other party was so generous, Shen Mingchao didn't want to take advantage of them for nothing. She took out her phone and said, "I can post something online to promote it, consider it advertising."

Zhang Qianjun pondered for a moment, then silently took out his phone, pulled up his QR code, and pushed it in front of the girl, telling lies without batting an eye.

"If it's convenient, could I add you on WeChat? I'd like to use your recommendation post as promotional material. Don't worry, it won't compromise your privacy."

It's understandable that a new store would have such a demand when it's just starting out.

Shen Mingchao didn't think much of it and happily added the other person as a friend, only to find that the other person's online name was "Arrow Guardian".

"I'll send you a screenshot after I post it. It's getting late, so I'm going to meet up with my friend. Bye."

Seeing that the girl's figure had disappeared into the crowd, Zhang Qianjun gripped his phone tightly, returned the stall to the original owner, and then turned and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Only the lingering chirping of cicadas remained in the same spot.

Perhaps it's not just the sound of cicadas.

*

Zhang Haike realized he had really miscalculated. He thought Zhang Qianjun would be more reliable, but after he came back, he became a complete internet addict, spending all his time staring blankly at his phone.

He was truly puzzled; in all these years, he had never seen the Zhang family so fascinated by electronic products.

Zhang Qianjun, in particular, is a Taoist priest from the mountains who loves to meditate and cultivate himself.

"Didn't you say you weren't interested in cell phones? How come you changed your mind after going out for a while?"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Qianjun looked up and met Zhang Haike's puzzled gaze. He let out a long sigh.

"This is a long story..."

Unable to listen any longer, Zhang Haike slammed his pen on the table. "Then get to the point!"

"......"

What an impolite person.

Zhang Qianjun glared at Zhang Haike, then quickened his pace: "I've already tested it. Your previous judgment was correct; Shen Mingchao is indeed not simple."

Zhang Haike nodded and fell into deep thought. Half a minute later, he realized something was wrong.

"No, is that what I asked? Don't change the subject."

Tsk, this guy is really hard to fool.

Having no other choice, Zhang Qianjun told the truth: "I added her on WeChat."

"What?!" Zhang Haike slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Didn't I tell you not to alert the enemy?"

The Zhang family members rarely reveal their identities when on missions unless absolutely necessary. Zhang Qianjun's actions were undoubtedly superfluous.

This is intriguing.

After being together for so many years, some things don't need to be explained too clearly.

Judging from Zhang Qianjun's condition upon his return, it's clear that the other party wasn't much better off than himself.

Zhang Haike lowered his eyes slightly, a dark current surging deep within them, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

He twirled the pen casually in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke.

"Send me her WeChat."

Zhang Qianjun's eyes widened immediately.

"ah???"

Dude, you've been thinking about this for ages, and this is all you came up with? You looked so serious, I was all prepared for punishment, and this is what you say??

After the initial shock came a resolute reply: "No."

Zhang Haike couldn't catch his breath and gave Zhang Qianjun a murderous look.

Zhang Qianjun seemed to have finally remembered his identity as a Taoist priest. He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and sat in meditation, aiming to avoid seeing or being bothered by the phone.

He had only one thought in his mind: I got it through my own abilities, why should I give it to you?