Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

"Brother Tao, I've got some juicy gossip for you."

After listening to the voice message, Liang Tao frowned and glanced at the time; it was already past 11 p.m.

It was posted by Zhang Jiahao, a college student fan. As the saying goes, Zhang Jiahao made him, and Zhang Jiahao also ruined him. Liang Tao gained a wave of attention, but he was also scolded for two days by fans who didn't get to eat fried chicken.

These college students are really something, staying up all night instead of sleeping, as if they're cultivating immortality.

He was not in a good mood, but after thinking about it, he realized that information from college students was generally reliable, and he shouldn't lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains.

He pressed the voice button and patiently replied in a gentle tone, "Ah Hao, what good news is it now?"

Zhang Jiahao was lying on his bed, his voice low and filled with undisguised excitement, "Absolutely explosive! But I didn't find out; my roommates in the next dorm told us!"

Liang Tao yawned, not very interested. What was so scary about the news that was being passed around?

Zhang Jiahao's voice continued to bombard us, "At Fisherman's Wharf, there's some stupid rich kid who spent 600 yuan to buy 6 spots for my classmate and his 6 classmates. He spent more than 1000 yuan in total, just to buy a bag of cornbread from a roadside stall."

Liang Tao's previously unfocused gaze slowly refocused, and his desire to sleep immediately vanished.

A rich kid? Spending 1000 yuan to buy a bag of cornbread from a roadside vendor?

Doesn't this sound like one of those ridiculous news stories that says "Come on, you're rich and stupid"?

It was exactly what the people wanted to see; he had already come up with seven or eight headlines in an instant.

"That's interesting," Liang Tao replied, pressing the voice button. "I'll go check it out with you tomorrow."

After sending the voice message, he leaned back again, preparing to turn off the light and go to sleep.

The moment his eyelids closed, he felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and he sat up with a start.

Roadside stalls.

Buy a spot.

His mind started working: queuing up to buy a spot meant there were many people buying it! Being willing to spend 1000 yuan meant it might really be delicious!

There aren't that many stupid rich kids in this world; it's all hype.

This is the content of short video production, but it's definitely not just that.

These words collided and rearranged in his mind. No, this is definitely not just a funny incident of "being stupid and rich".

Didn't he just go through something like this a couple of days ago?

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the fried chicken stand from before, and felt a sense of déjà vu.

Arriving half an hour late meant no more numbers were available, and I spent 100 yuan to buy half a chicken cutlet. They don't set up a stall during prime Sunday hours, and their failure to set up a stall made it to the local trending topics.

What does this mean? It means that another similar hit product has emerged!

He quickly found Zhang Jiahao's chat box, his thumb flying across the keyboard, typing more than twice as fast as usual:

"Ah Hao! Why haven't you replied to my message? You haven't told me the specific time and place yet?"

"Where is it located at Fisherman's Wharf? What time do the stalls open? Besides steamed buns, what else do they sell?"

A series of questions were thrown at me, but they all disappeared without a trace.

Liang Tao stared at the screen for half a minute, but there was no "typing..." message. He sent a question mark, but still no response.

"This kid..." Liang Tao scratched his hair in frustration and quickly made a phone call, but the line was busy.

He messed up at the crucial moment! He desperately wanted to run over and ask him right now, but he didn't have the other person's address at all.

He could only suppress his anxiety and a strange premonition, throw his phone aside, and lie down again.

But while his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his mind was racing with calculations. Last time, he'd been tricked and lost followers because of being late and providing inaccurate information. This time, he was going to dig deeper and film in greater detail!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Zhang Jiahao is trying to win back his relationship.

Just now, his ex-girlfriend Gao Ruoxi sent him a message.

The reason she became his ex-girlfriend also dates back to last Saturday.

He took Liang Tao to the fried chicken stand, but failed to buy Gao Ruoxi any fried chicken, which made Gao Ruoxi very angry.

He then patted his chest and assured her that even if Zhou Tian came to queue an hour early, he would definitely make sure she got to eat there.

And what happened? The two excitedly ran to the Wumei Fitness Center, only to find a huge crowd and an empty street corner.

Who would have thought that the fried chicken stand wouldn't even come on Sundays?

Gao Ruoxi waited for more than an hour in the evening breeze, her stomach growling with hunger, before her hopes were finally dashed.

Enraged, Gao Ruoxi immediately demanded a breakup.

He fully realized that he hadn't thought things through properly. He could have waited in line while waiting for Brother Tao, but he was so foolish as to not even consider that he could have gone to line up in advance.

Just as he was racking his brains to find a way to salvage the situation, his neighbor's sharing made him acutely aware of something.

Yes, there's more than just fried chicken in this world. If you miss out on a particular dish, you can fill the void with another delicious food.

He had just finished revealing the information to Brother Tao when the light bulb of his "straight man's survival instinct" suddenly lit up in his mind!

Isn't this another food that's even more outrageous and exaggerated than fried chicken cutlet?

So he carefully crafted the story he had heard, embellished it, and sent it to Gao Ruoxi.

As expected, it attracted the food-loving girl, Gao Ruoxi, although she only had a cool and aloof question mark on her face.

"There's hope!" Zhang Jiahao's spirits lifted, and he quickly added more details before cautiously extending an invitation, "Xixi, I know it was my fault last time; I didn't verify the information properly, making you come all this way for nothing. This time, I've checked, the boss will definitely be there tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll go queue up early tomorrow night! If I can't buy it, I'll pay with my head!"

After he sent that message, he felt his palms sweating and his eyes were glued to the screen.

Time ticked by, feeling like an eternity. Just when Zhang Jiahao was about to despair, thinking the other party had switched to "read but not reply" mode again, the chat box finally displayed "The other party is typing..." at the top.

After another tens of seconds of agonizing waiting, Gao Ruoxi's reply appeared:

"A cold laugh. Fine, this is your last chance."

Zhang Jiahao stared at the few words on the screen, his heart tightening at first, but then overwhelmed with immense joy! She agreed! She finally relented!

"Understood, Your Majesty!" He practically stood at attention and saluted his phone screen, his fingers trembling with excitement. "I'll ask my buddy for the exact coordinates right away! I'll scout it out tomorrow night! I guarantee you'll be able to enjoy the first steaming hot basket!"

He happily put away his phone and began planning for the next day.

His entire being was immersed in the joy of achieving a partial victory in his "Operation to Win Back His Girlfriend".

As for Liang Tao, he had long forgotten about him. If it weren't for the small amount of money he would earn from revealing information, why would he bother with the culprit who caused his breakup?

After all, in the current value system of Zhang Jiahao, a straight male college student, nothing is more important than winning back his foodie girlfriend who is angry because of food.

He even felt that this unexpected surprise was truly a stroke of luck, the best opportunity for him to make amends and rebuild his image.

Lu Feng, however, knew nothing about any of this.