When the road ends, turn to the left and gets a lively pedestrian street. The orange-red sunset sunset has been reluctant to enter the mountains, but instead shines in the sky, covering the entire street, a bit like a picture in a colorful comic.

The food stalls on the street are next to each other, and the air is filled with the fragrance of iron squid, barbecue kebabs, and fried chicken, mixed with the vague shouts in the trumpet, full of fireworks.

It was summer vacation, and many boys and girls were wandering around, bringing a vigorous youthful atmosphere to this slightly old street.

Meng Jianwan stayed here for a few days, either galloping on the field or being pulled by an old coach to cram the training temporarily, and he had no chance to come out to play.

At the end of the event, she felt relaxed and just wanted to indulge in it, so she didn't want to party with the coaches and the elderly. She didn't have to think about what they would talk about.

Meng Jianwan stood in front of a skewer cart, and three skewers were ten yuan. She bought the 20 yuan one and asked the boss to bake it tenderly and add more chili peppers.

The boss is fat and fat, wearing a white vest, a black leather apron on his chest, and a white towel wiping sweat around his neck. He asked in less standard Mandarin: "Are you a girl from another place?"

Meng Jianwan waited for a while and was a little tired. He put his hands on his waist and said, "Ah". Before he could say anything, he turned his head and saw Song Yu's rat. His eyes moved down and stared at his abdomen. The scar healed so quickly and forgot to hurt.

Meng Jianwan curled the corner of his mouth and tried hard to make a car tire.

Song Yu walked to her, ignored the stunning gazes from the people around him, and looked down at her face. I don’t know if she was really used to being beaten by her or for other reasons, so she was not angry, and she was still in the mood to tease her: "Sister, you are showing mercy this time."

He was telling the truth. The last time she was beaten at Xu Zhan’s birthday party, Meng Jianwan was much more cruel. Although she kicked her legs this time, she didn’t really have much strength when she looked fierce.

Meng Jianwan ignored him and was devoted to the barbecue. The boss turned over the noodles, and the grilled oil fell into the charcoal fire under the barbed wire, and waves of white smoke rose. The boss skillfully took a few seasoning bottles and shook them off above the skewers. The cumin powder and chili powder wrapped the thick meat, exuding a more fragrant smell.

The boss remembered that Meng Jianwan wanted to add more chili peppers, and he shook the bottle containing chili powder a few more times.

Meng Jianwan was hungry and instantly felt that twenty yuan was too little, but then he thought that there must be more delicious food in the food stalls behind him.

She completely thought Song Yu did not exist, looked around and searched for food.

Song Yu made a fuss about it. In fact, he didn't understand why he was competing with a girl movie, so he had to make her furious before he gave up.

Meng Jianwan soon discovered that whether it was the owner of the food stall or the passerby, his eyes were always glancing at him from time to time. To be precise, he looked at the people around her. She looked at the man sideways, which was indeed quite eye-catching.

If those middle school students passing by have injected vitality into this street, then Song Yu stood here to raise the level of the entire street, wearing tens of thousands of famous brands, and his watches were still inlaid with diamonds. Those who don’t know would think that this pedestrian street was full of luxury shops.

The man seemed to have not noticed his incompatible position at all. Meng Jianwan finally spoke and said lazily: "Didn't you find that everyone is watching you?"

Song Yu put his hand in his pocket, looking calm: "I have been seen as big as this since I was a child."

Meng Jianwan: "..." This person is really shameless.

The boss there had already grilled meat skewers, put them in a long oil-paper bag, and wrapped them with a transparent plastic bag outside. He reached out and handed them out: "Girl, your skewers are ready!"

Before Meng Jianwan could take it, he picked up the bag faster than her with his other hand. Song Yu was not polite and took a string from it and returned the rest to her.

Meng Jianwan: “…?”

Song Yu bit off a piece of meat from the bamboo stick, frowned in disgust and gave an evaluation: "It's delicious even if you put so many seasonings on it."

Meng Jianwan looked at the boss of the barbecue stall. His eyes seemed to be about to put Song Yu on the grill and roast him.

Song Yu took a bite and refused to eat it again. He was embarrassed to throw it away in front of Meng Jianwan, so he could only use it as a weapon in his hand. If Meng Jianwan wanted to beat him later, he might be able to use it to block his body...

Song Yu, Zhao Yichen, Zhou Muyun and others are different. Although they are both from wealthy families, they have been raised from a high school since childhood. Later, they went abroad to study and lived in their aunt's house. The aunt could not have children, so they treated him as a treasure. It is not an exaggeration to say that they were a little prince, and they had extremely fine food and accommodation.

It’s not like Zhou Muyun, who lives in China. He fights, goes to bars when he is in school, and hangs in the streets and alleys. He can be said to be frivolous and arrogant. Sometimes when he thinks of Song Yu, he even feels a little regretful. In comparison, he is too "behaved". Even racing cars went back to China for a holiday one year to learn from them.

Meng Jian finished a bunch of food in a few minutes and threw the tag into the trash can on the side of the road. He raised his hand and threw one accurately.

"What do you always do with me?" After solving the remaining meat skewers, Meng Jianwan turned around and saw Song Yu walking behind slowly, guessing, "Wait for an opportunity to take revenge?" Paused, and snorted, "I advise you not to mess with me."

"I found that you have a deep misunderstanding of me. Do I look like a vengeful person?" Song Yu smiled, "How many times have you hit me? Have I fought back?"

Meng Jianwan seemed to have heard a joke: "Are you sure you can fight back?"

Song Yu's bluff was exposed with a word, and the embarrassment flashed through his face. The last thing he regretted was that he had not learned to fight abroad.

However, men and women are born with a huge physical disparity. If they really attack her, they may not be at a disadvantage if they use brute force. But he is unwilling to fight a girl.

This pedestrian street looks messy, as if it can't see the end at first sight, and is full of bustling crowds. In fact, it's not long and it's over in a few minutes. However, on the other side there are different worlds. At first glance, there are all midnight snack stalls, with bunch of umbrellas, and plastic tables and chairs below, which are completely a world of crayfish and beer.

Meng Jianwan was tired of walking, so he found a shop with the most customers. He sat down in the spare seat. He looked up and saw Song Yu take a plaid handkerchief out of his pocket, bent down and wiped the plastic chair, and then the slightly greasy desktop with a serious expression as if he was wiping a work of art.

Meng Jianlan was convinced by this young master, and he was really particular.

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Later, Song Xiaoba and Sister Meng stayed in the chicken farm for ten days and half a month, and all the etiquette and exquisiteness were gone, no more... Hahahahaha
Chapter completed!