Don't think of rebirth. - Chapter 534 Having fun

The driver dropped him off at the entrance of the snack street and left. It was not easy to park here, so if Zhao Wuyou wanted to leave, he could just call him.

In fact, Zhao Wuyou didn't want to eat at first, but he couldn't stand the people coming and going here, and he was swept by the crowd and had to walk in.

This walk is done, this one looks delicious, and that one smells delicious.

What he has in his hands now are still the leftovers, and two or three of them have already gone into his stomach.

As a result, after the two of them took advantage of the wind and rose to fame, they had a second child. They kept the child close to their parents, saying that they wanted to make up for their past regrets and gave all their best upbringing to their second son.

When Zhao Wuyou went to high school and returned to his parents, he found out that his family was not poor.

At this moment, the two men felt embarrassed facing their eldest son whom they had treated badly until now, but they did not do anything. They just tacitly allowed him to use the family's wealth and power for fun.

Anyway, compared with the second son, the eldest son is useless. There is no need to take care of him. Just feed him well and make sure he has good food and drink.

However, Zhao Wuyou's parents probably did not expect that Zhao Wuyou, who was timid at home, would participate in gambling games with people like Guan Xingzhou in order to pursue a sense of recognition and gain the attention that he could not get, and he even enjoyed it.

Now surrounded by all kinds of snacks, Zhao Wuyou has found a little bit of his "original intention".

When he used to watch other kids buying various snacks from the roadside stalls near the school gate, he thought that sooner or later he would buy everything from the beginning to the end of the street, and give away the leftovers to others.

Although it’s impossible to give it as a gift to others now—mainly because most people would be wary of this kind of unfamiliar “goodwill”—it’s still okay to enjoy it yourself.

As he walked, he saw a group of people gathered around a stall in front of him, and he couldn't help but go over out of curiosity.

This is a stall selling braised food. There is an oil pan next to it, selling fried chicken ribs and chicken racks.

Some people just like this. In the hot summer, they have some cold drinks and watch TV series while eating it. It is so delicious.

Zhao Wuyou sniffed: "It smells so good."

Fan Ziran's concentration was not as strong as Gu Qinghuan's. When he saw who was coming, his eyes widened immediately.

If he hadn't held it in, he would have been choking on his own saliva and coughing.

That would be a disaster. He was at a food stall. Even if he was wearing a mask, if he started coughing, there was no guarantee that some customers would not suspect his health and hygiene issues.

Fan Ziran crossed his arms and patted his chest twice to calm himself down, and said to himself with a guilty conscience: "Oh, I've been hunching my back for too long, and my waist almost didn't straighten up."

Fan Ziran smiled vaguely and continued his previous words: "Would you like to buy some? I guarantee you will want more after you eat it!"

Liu Siyuan was busy cutting braised dishes for the guests and couldn't take care of this.

Zhao Wuyou nodded: "Okay, give me two pounds of chicken clavicles, a chicken rack, braised... a duck neck, and a pig's trotter and duck leg."

There is no need for vegetarian dishes, as Zhao Wuyou has always loved meat.

He was not used to eating caviar, foie gras, and bluefin tuna. Only the local flavor of the stalls satisfied him.

So, Zhao Wuyou remembered the sundae again.

The emotions that had been calmed down by Guan Xingzhou before began to stir again.

Yes, he just likes these things that Guan Xingzhou and others think are "worthless". If he were allowed to choose by himself, he would definitely prefer to come to the snack street rather than Yunjinlou.

While Zhao Wuyou was thinking, Fan Ziran was paying attention to the heat in the wok while typing quickly with one hand.

Fan Ziran: [Squad Leader, help, help, help——]

Fan Ziran: [Zhao Wuyou came to my and Lao Liu's booth! ]

Fan Ziran: [He seems to be in a bad mood, what should I do? ]

But if Zhao Wuyou did have friction with Guan Xingzhou, this would be a great opportunity and should not be easily missed.

Gu Qinghuan: [Wait, I'll be there in ten minutes! ]

The distance from Gu Qinghuan's home to the snack street is not far, and no one in her family uses the car at night, so she can get there quickly by riding an electric bike.

Seeing Gu Qinghuan's reply, Fan Ziran felt relieved.

Zhao Wuyou had two orders in front of him, and he would have to wait for more than ten minutes.

Fan Ziran put away his phone and gave Zhao Wuyou a fake smile: "Two pounds of chicken clavicles and one chicken rack, right? Please wait a moment, sir. There are two people in front."

Zhao Wuyou held up the grilled squid and said, "No hurry, I'll eat mine first."

Fan naturally stopped caring about it and focused on frying the chicken clavicles and chicken racks for others.

With his eyesight, he usually can't recognize luxury goods, but the sports watch that Fan Ziran was wearing was shown to him by a friend yesterday.

He asked curiously, "Boss, is this watch of yours authentic?"

"Yes, it's shockingly expensive." The owner of the cold noodle stand said, "Xiao Fan got it and showed it off to us!"

Zhao Wuyou was surprised: "Hey, so, your family is rich? Then how did you..."

Fan Ziran picked up the chicken clavicle with a colander and said without looking up, "I'm here to help a friend! And this watch is a reward for my performance in the exam. Why can't I show it off?"

As he spoke, he proudly knocked the edge of the oil pan with a strainer: "I'm in the top 100 in the whole school! Do you know how difficult this is?"

Liu Siyuan had just finished cooking for a customer. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "It's not easy."

The owner of the cold noodles restaurant shouted, "Xiao Liu, don't spoil him!"

It turns out that there are friends like this. Even if their families are very rich, they will come to help their friends set up stalls. They are busy and sweating, but they don’t feel tired.

In their eyes, wealth does not seem to be important, so much so that people around them do not treat them differently based on their family background.

If such a friend really exists, then what is his relationship with Guan Xingzhou and that group of rich second-generations?