Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

When Song Qing saw that his son had made the decision for him directly, he swallowed back all the words he had to say.

But when he looked at the other person, his eyes already held a hint of regret—his son.

She's really smart; she learns everything quickly and understands things instantly.

But as the saying goes, a jack of all trades, master of none...

He wanted to refuse, but when he met Wu Shu's deep gaze, all that remained of his words was a sigh.

"Mr. Wu, since my son has agreed, I, this old man, will certainly do my best."

"However... the art of gastronomy values ​​natural perfection; if the research and development ultimately fails..."

I implore Mr. Wu to consider my advanced age and not be too harsh on me.

Song Qing's two sentences conveyed a very humble attitude, but Wu Shu was not convinced. If everyone who accepted his money...

When things go wrong, that's what everyone says.

What has he become? A sucker for running a charity?

Wu Shu grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, and sneered, "Of course, I'm the kind of person who respects the elderly and cherishes the young the most."

"However, I don't have that much patience for those who are neither old nor young."

As Wu Shu spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Song Jianguo, who was engrossed in his ticket hoarding plan.

Song Qing's heart skipped a beat, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"But don't worry, Mr. Song, I have some ideas that I can share with you."

Wu Shu turned his gaze away and smiled at Song Qing.

During the subsequent dinner, Wu Shu recounted to Song Qing all about the Thirteen Spices from his previous life, as well as various spicy and garlic crayfish flavors.

And Song Qing, being a renowned chef, immediately understood after hearing Wu Shu's explanation of a few seasoning combinations.

He even took out a pen and paper and kept taking notes.

And at the end, he was able to add many of his own insights, including how to clean crayfish.

The two continued their discussion until the afternoon, when Song Qing finally stopped looking like he hadn't had enough.

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Wu to deliver the first batch of crayfish to Qingfenglou the day after tomorrow."

I'll try making a batch first, and then you'll be invited to taste it.

At this moment, Song Qing's gaze towards Wu Shu had changed from being as polite and distant as before the meal; it even carried a hint of fear.

Instead, it carried a hint of appreciation.

It was as if they shared a sense of mutual appreciation, believing that they were not alone in this generation.

But Wu Shu didn't have such a high level of understanding, nor was he interested in developing a deep friendship with an old man. He just wanted to earn his first pot of gold as quickly as possible.

Then move to a bigger house and slowly fabricate the story of the "mastermind" behind it all.

The thought of getting out of prison and not even having had a chance to sleep with a foreign woman...

He was furious!

He kicked Tian Le, who was still gnawing on a pig's trotter, and said irritably, "Still eating? Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

He then nodded to Song Qing and Song Jianguo, which was his way of greeting them.

Even after the two went downstairs, Tian Le was still chewing on the tendons from the pig's trotter, exclaiming that it was tender enough.

With meat still in his mouth, Tian Le mumbled, "Shuge, where are we stuck?"

Looking at the other person's spineless appearance, Wu Shu felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He really wanted to elbow the other person and kill him right there in the street.

But upon seeing the other person's left hand gripping the pig's trotter, with only four fingers remaining, he couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment.

Sooner or later they'll find the person who chopped off his fingers. If Tian Le's hand hadn't been chopped off, why would he have to put up with this?

Wu Shu, whose eyes flashed with murderous intent, felt more and more that the other person deserved to die the more he thought about him!

...

"Lily, why weren't you feeling well yesterday? Should you rest for a couple of days?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, I'll give you a massage later~ hehe."

"Wow, Piaopiao, your clothes are too small again. I'll take your measurements later!"

Snapped-

"Qianqian's peaches are getting more and more bouncy~"

Long Night Street, Hongren Lane.

A cynical voice kept ringing out in the street, while flamboyantly dressed "female bodhisattvas" lined the roadside.

But she seemed to take it for granted, and just kept flirting with him without getting angry. Even if he took advantage of her, she would just laugh it off.

Some of the bolder ones even took frequent action to retaliate.

The young man, on the other hand, was like a womanizer, flitting from one woman's path to another, until he reached a barbershop and expertly pulled out his keys.

I opened the iron gate and looked into the small barbershop, which was only a dozen square meters in size. The floor was covered in shards of glass and small pieces of red brick, each about the size of a fist.

The young man simply shrugged and began cleaning.

He was already used to it. As the most handsome man in Hongren Lane, there were always a few people who loved him but couldn't have him.

These people either blocked his keyhole or smashed his glass, and a few times they even tried to scratch his face to vent their anger.

But besides being outrageously handsome, the young man was also quite eloquent.

Just by pointing out a couple of things about the unique features of Hongren Lane, the other person would beam with joy and become like a brother to him.

The sordid aspects of it are not something I can share with outsiders.

After cleaning the barbershop, the young man looked at himself in the mirror for a full ten minutes before finally flashing a charming smile.

He nodded in satisfaction and exclaimed, "He's really handsome."

As he spoke, he even hummed a little tune.

"It's that I dare not, do not want to, and should not."

Thank you again for your love~

I have no choice but to exist—like a speck of dust.

It will still hurt you~~~

Ding-a-ling~

The wind chimes on the door rang, and Zhang Jun, without looking up, said, "You'll have to wait a bit before getting your hair cut~ There's no hot water right now."

Before he could finish speaking, a greasy, large hand moved with lightning speed...

He grabbed Zhang Jun's head and used a series of grappling techniques to push him against the yellowed wall.

Zhang Jun pressed his face tightly against the wall, remaining completely calm. His voice was gentle as he said, "Da Gen, whether you want money or sex, it's negotiable."

But be careful not to bump or damage my face; such stunning beauty is hard to find.

The newcomer exerted a little force with his hand, and said in a sharp, lewd voice, "I don't ask for anything, I just want to have some fun with you."

As he spoke, he reached for Zhang Jun's belt. Upon hearing this, Zhang Jun's face darkened. He hated gay men more than anything else in his life!

As if by magic, he conjured a pair of scissors out of thin air with his right hand and stabbed it viciously into the other person's thigh.

The newcomer seemed to have anticipated this move, immediately taking a step back, releasing Zhang Jun, and grinning, "Wow, you little bastard, are you trying to cut off my manhood?!"

Upon hearing the voice, Zhang Jun was visibly startled. He turned around and, seeing it was Tian Le, the ruthlessness on his face vanished, replaced by mockery.

"You won't need it anyway, so today I'll rid the people of this scourge!"

With that, he flipped the scissors so the handles faced outwards and stabbed Tian Le repeatedly. Tian Le didn't react in time and was stabbed several times.

After the two argued for a while, Zhang Jun noticed that there was another person behind Tian Le.

He looked closely and, upon realizing it was his idol, unconsciously took a half-step back and rubbed his eyes.

Only after realizing he wasn't seeing things did he excitedly leap towards Wu Shu!

"Brother Shu!! You're out! I...I missed you so much!"

Zhang Jun's voice was so loud that it even cracked.

Her face was beaming with a smile that resembled a heart; if the bodhisattvas outside saw it, they would probably scream.

But Wu Shu clearly couldn't stand the other person's cheesy manner. He curled his lip and said irritably, "Let go. All this pulling and tugging, are you gay?!"

"I won't let go!" Zhang Jun became even more determined upon hearing this, holding Wu Shu tightly with both hands, determined to chop off his hand but never let go!