Chapter 372 - Chapter 372: The temperature of a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup (1/2)

Chapter 372: The temperature of a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup

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“I’m willing to fulfill your request no matter how many times you ask.”

Chen hansheng walked over and gave Zheng Guanyu a gentle hug. His hands and feet were clean, as if he was giving warmth to a real best friend.

“Welcome back, Princess in distress.”

“And thank you for picking me up, scumbag Chen.”

“Let’s go,” he said.

Chen hansheng helped her carry her luggage and asked, “”Are you hungry?”

I want to eat warm duck blood vermicelli, fried buns, and lamb skewers, ” Zheng Guanyu replied cheekily. do you have any? ”

Chen hansheng did not say anything. He pointed to the time on his watch-2:40 am. Then, he stepped on the gas and left lukou airport.

What he meant was that there was no midnight snack at this time.

Zheng guanlin smiled nonchalantly as he watched the brightly-lit lukou airport gradually disappear into the distance. The highway was very quiet, with only the dim street lights and the occasional ” whoosh ” of high-end cars passing xiali.

“It shouldn’t be a problem for you to buy a low-end Mercedes-Benz or BMW now, right?”

Zheng Guanyu couldn’t help but say. She drove a sports car, and this kind of xiali was really not much different from a turtle’s speed.

“You’re paying?”

Chen hansheng glanced at her. there’s still a rich lady from Hong Kong. I don’t want to work hard anymore.

“It’s too late to make this request,”

Zheng guanlin sighed. you didn’t tell me when I was in Hong Kong. Now that I’m back in the mainland, and a part of my assets have been divided, don’t invite me to any activities that cost more than 50 yuan.

“Hahaha.”

Chen hansheng laughed out loud. There was no traffic in the middle of the night, so they quickly returned to Dongshan town in Jiangling District. Zheng Guanyu looked out of the car window at the familiar streets and asked after a moment of silence, “”Why don’t you ask for the reason?”

“Let’s eat first, we’ll talk after.”

Chen hansheng raised his chin. There was a duck blood vermicelli shop open in front of him. It was very conspicuous in the middle of the rows of dark stalls, especially the lightbox with ” jianmo’s special duck blood vermicelli “.

Zheng Guanyu was also very happy. I didn’t expect that there would still be a store open at 3:30 am. I’m in for a treat.

The two of them walked into the ordinary duck blood noodle shop. The owners were a simple middle-aged couple. They were sitting in the shop, and when they saw Chen hansheng and Zheng guanye walking over, they immediately stood up to make way.

Chen hansheng snapped his fingers. two bowls of duck blood and vermicelli soup. If there’s anything else, serve it quickly.

“What else can there be in the duck blood vermicelli shop besides soup noodles?” Zheng Guanyu asked.

However, what surprised her was that there were a lot of specialties in this shop. There were fried buns, soup buns, lamb skewers, dried noodles, and other street snacks that were unique to Jian Mo. They were all served with hot steam.

“Boss, you do that too?” Zheng guanye asked.

“I won’t do it.

The middle-aged woman wiped her hands on her apron and said to Chen hansheng, “”Can I tell you, young man?”

“Go ahead,” Chen hansheng said with a smile.

“Originally, our house was going to close at 11 O ‘clock, but this young man came in with these food and even paid us 300 Yuan to close later.”

The middle-aged woman was all smiles. the young man said that a friend of his got off the plane at midnight. She’s been working hard recently. She must miss jianchen’s duck blood fans.

Chen hansheng did not expect the lady to have such a good memory. After he answered Zheng Guanyu’s phone call in the dormitory, he recalled the slight melancholy in her tone and wanted to give her some comfort from her ” best friend.

Zheng Guanyu would not like flowers and chocolate. This was a trick to deal with the little fish.

Chen hansheng immediately recalled that Zheng Guanyu used to have supper with him. Hong Kong’s food tastes were lighter and the family rules were quite strict. She probably rarely ate street food.

So, Chen hansheng drove the car and asked each house which one was willing to wait overnight.

The owner of the duck blood Fan Shop was not happy at first, but the lady boss agreed. Chen hansheng took out another 300 Yuan, and the owner agreed.

“Will you be so touched that you want to cry?”

Chen hansheng looked at Zheng Guanyu.

“I was actually quite touched.”