The ultimate master in the city

The four of them chose the same restaurant for the night, and were only one table apart.

The waiter enthusiastically handed over the menu, and Zhou Fengchen asked Tang Sai'er to order. Tang Sai'er shrugged and said, "I'll give you a chance. You order and see if we have the same taste when it comes to food."

"Alright then." Zhou Fengchen thought to himself, I don't care if we have the same hobbies, I'll talk about it after I'm full.

"Poached chicken, twice-cooked pork, celery and lily bulbs, shiitake mushrooms and greens, mushroom and egg soup."

"Okay, just a moment." The waiter took the menu and turned to leave.

On the other side, Wang Min followed Tang Sai'er's example and let the little mustache order. The little mustache gave Zhou Fengchen a disdainful look and said generously, "One Australian lobster, one grouper..."

Before he could finish speaking, the waiter interrupted him, "I'm sorry, we don't have these items."

"Pfft—"

Tang Sai'er and Wang Min couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhou Fengchen grinned, swallowing the words "Damn it, can you stop pretending?"

The man with the mustache, thick-skinned as ever, said nonchalantly, "Since neither of them have it, then let's have the same as the table next door, but please change the poached chicken to braised chicken, thank you!"

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter took the order.

While waiting, Zhou Fengchen casually asked Tang Sai'er, "Are the dishes I ordered alright? Twice-cooked pork is a Sichuan dish."

"So you finally remembered I'm from Sichuan?" Tang Sai'er pouted and called out, "Waiter, extra spicy!"

He looked at Zhou Fengchen provocatively as he spoke.

Zhou Fengchen didn't care, "I'm fine with it whether it's spicy or not."

Wang Min then turned around and said, "Zhou Fengchen, didn't you say you don't eat spicy food?"

"No!" Zhou Fengchen was taken aback, trying to recall when he had eaten with Wang Min. Was it the time they ate hot pot? Or was it when they went to find the actor ghost and ate noodles?

As they exchanged questions and answers, the little mustache's eyes suddenly changed.

Soon the food was served, and Zhou Fengchen was about to invite Tang Sai'er to start eating when the bearded man next door glared angrily at the poached chicken in front of him and said, "Hey! Only people with no taste would eat such bland and tasteless food as poached chicken!"

Zhou Fengchen put down his chopsticks, ready to explode in anger, but Wang Min and Tang Sai'er stared at him intently.

He had to maintain some decorum in front of women. He took a deep breath, thinking about how to retort. "Is poached chicken bland? It's quite delicious. Monk Yuanzhi also likes it. What did he say before? That sentence sounded pretty impressive."

Oh right! I remember now!

Zhou Fengchen coughed and said, "What do you mean? You look down on poached chicken? Do you know how hard poached chicken works? To avoid losing nutrients, it struggles painfully in the broth, presenting the purest and most tender chicken meat to everyone. What a noble quality that is, like a person who is unassuming on the outside but full of justice and knowledge on the inside. On the other hand, braised chicken is dark and chopped into small pieces. Only people with dirty hearts would eat it."

"Pfft!" Tang Sai'er and Wang Min burst out laughing at the same time. Wang Min even spat out the chicken nugget she was eating, covered her mouth with a tissue, and lowered her head.

The man with the mustache was taken aback, not expecting Zhou Fengchen to say something so ridiculous. Feeling embarrassed, he took a deep breath to organize his thoughts and joined in the nonsense: "You look down on braised chicken? Do you know how much braised chicken has silently sacrificed? It endured the siege of soy sauce, star anise, cooking wine, sugar, chili peppers, and a whole host of other enemies, and finally defeated them all, absorbing the pure and delicious flavor, and humbly presenting it to everyone, just like a good man who only knows how to give without expecting anything in return. Now look at poached chicken, it's just like a dumpling filled with chives, disgusting."

Tang Sai'er and Wang Min blinked at Zhou Fengchen, waiting for his answer, finding it quite amusing. Several other diners at nearby tables also put down their chopsticks, suppressing their laughter, and eagerly watched.

When had Zhou Fengchen ever suffered such a loss? But this is where his weakness blew up. He usually resorts to violence at the slightest disagreement, never bothering with arguments, let alone making mundane things sound sophisticated. He just couldn't do it! After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth, slammed his hand on the table, and stubbornly continued his argument: "You look down on chive dumplings? Chive dumplings are the real delicacy! People with low taste will never appreciate their beauty. Those pork dumplings are just awful, too greasy!"

"What?" The mustache guy perked up, seizing the opportunity, "You don't like pork dumplings? Pork dumplings are the traditional kind! The evenly distributed lean and fatty meat filling, plus minced ginger and scallions, wrapped in a thin dumpling wrapper—it's absolutely delicious! A hundred times better than chive dumplings! Chive dumplings are like the cilantro of the food world—disgusting!"

Zhou Fengchen chuckled upon hearing this. He worked as a kitchen helper in a restaurant, and the proprietress had discussed cilantro with him more than once. Recalling the incident, he angrily retorted, "How dare you look down on cilantro? Cilantro is the most delicious of all vegetables! Adding a little to any dish not only enhances its appearance but also makes it even more flavorful. It's practically the king of the food world! You vulgar person!"

After saying that, I felt so awesome!

The man with the mustache opened his mouth, but was speechless.

To everyone's surprise, Tang Sai'er pouted and said, "But cilantro really doesn't taste good. I don't like it. It smells awful."

Wang Min smiled and said, "I don't really like cilantro either."

Zhou Fengchen felt deeply hurt. "Whose side are you on anyway?"

"Never mind which side!" the mustachioed man exclaimed excitedly, "You lost anyway!"

"Alright!" Zhou Fengchen waved his hand. "You win!"

The man with the mustache tossed his hair smugly and said, "You're welcome!"

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"Hahaha..." The diners at the next table burst into laughter.

……

After finishing their meal, it was getting late. Wang Min said goodbye to Zhou Fengchen and left first, with Little Mustache following happily behind.

Zhou Fengchen and Tang Sai'er then left the restaurant.

"How are you getting home?" Zhou Fengchen asked, looking at both sides of the street.

Tang Sai'er smiled. "My car is at the movie theater entrance. What, want a ride?"

"Sure!" Zhou Fengchen nodded, feeling a bit strange about riding in someone's car to take them home.

Upon arriving at the movie theater, Tang Sai'er drove a sports car, taking Zhou Fengchen straight to the West District.

On the way, Tang Sai'er seemed to be thinking about something and didn't say a word to Zhou Fengchen. Zhou Fengchen didn't know what to say either, so the two simply remained silent the whole way.

They arrived at an upscale residential area. Tang Sai'er parked the car, and the two of them got out together.

"Your place is nice, I'll head back now," Zhou Fengchen said casually, turning to leave.

"Wait a minute," Tang Sai'er suddenly called out to him.

Zhou Fengchen turned around: "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

He paused, stunned, after saying that.

Tang Sai'er clasped her hands together, blushed, and twisted her body slightly before closing her eyes, raising her chin, and touching her red lips with her finger.

Zhou Fengchen was struck dumb. Damn! The meaning was too obvious. Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. He had only known her for a day and she wanted him to kiss her! It was simply... too exciting.

Zhou Fengchen's heart pounded. He looked around and saw no one nearby. The lights were dim. Then he looked at Tang Sai'er and saw that her face was flushed, her long eyelashes were trembling, and her breath smelled sweet.

"Go! You're a bastard if you don't kiss me!" Zhou Fengchen couldn't help but lower his head, and just as he was about to touch her, Tang Sai'er opened her eyes, suddenly pushed him away, and chuckled, scolding, "You filthy scoundrel! Trying to take advantage of your older sister!"

Zhou Fengchen's cheek twitched, feeling like he had been played for a fool. This was too much to ask.

At this moment, Tang Sai'er said with a grin, "Are you angry? Silly boy! Tomorrow... at eight o'clock tonight, I'll be waiting for you at Villa 202 in the Lotus New District of the West City. Just the two of us! Hehehe..."

He turned and ran away.

……

Zhou Fengchen left the residential area and walked back with his head down. His heart was still pounding. He didn't know what Tang Sai'er's purpose was, or if she was just an open-minded girl. But he had to admit that he couldn't handle this kind of behavior. If he stayed in it for too long, he would definitely get caught up in it.

After walking for half an hour, I suddenly saw someone urinating in the alley.

This scene was normal; he and Monk Yuanzhi often did it, but this person was all too familiar—the little mustache who had just parted!

"What a coincidence, I can run into this bastard anywhere!" Zhou Fengchen muttered, and was about to walk over and scare him when a woman in white with disheveled hair suddenly floated out from the depths of the alley.

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