Super Zoo

Chapter 311 The God of Cookery

Suming quickly pulled Nangong to one side to hide, but he couldn't contain his excitement inside!

The few men with masks, carrying large bags, and a fierce gleam in their eyes took another step closer to the jewelry store, and with each step, Suming's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, he was no longer a zoo director—Zhang Ziqiang, Hao, and Brother Haonan seemed to have possessed him, and he could even guess what was going to happen next!

Soon, a car would come screeching around the corner and crash into the jewelry store, then these men would pull out AKs from their bags, burst into the store, and shout, "This is a robbery, men to the left, women to the right, transgenders in the middle"...

The female sales assistants, terrified out of their wits, might manage to keep cool and secretly press the hidden alarm button under the counter...

Two uniformed policemen on patrol around the corner, one hand on their revolver and the other pressing down their cap, would duck and hurry over, but upon seeing the police, the brazen gunmen with AKs wouldn't hesitate to open fire, pinning down the plainclothes officers with an onslaught of bullets, preventing them from raising their heads,

"This is officer PC2300987, calling headquarters, we have a robbery on Hennessy Road, requesting backup, requesting backup!"

The PTU assault team and the Flying Tigers would swarm in from all directions, and then a fierce shootout would ensue...

If it really happened like this, Suming thought this trip to Xiangjiang would be totally worth it!

Unfortunately, things often don't go as one hopes.

The 'ferocious-looking' 'masked robbers' stopped in their tracks behind the iron bars at the entrance of the jewelry store, calmly took out several big banners from their large bags, lifted them above their heads, and through the iron bars, shouted at the mainland tourists in the store: "Parallel traders, go back home!"

The uniformed patrol officers appeared as expected, two bespectacled plainclothes officers walked over from the corner, but neither did they jog nor draw their guns, nor was there a scene of calling for Flying Tigers backup. The two patrol officers stood with their arms crossed, a look of helplessness on their faces, as they positioned themselves between the jewelry store and the 'masked robbers' to prevent the anti-parallel traders from acting rashly.

The mainland tourists in the shop took a brief look outside, and seeing the police around, they continued shopping; many of the local Xiangjiang people passing by seemed to be used to this kind of scene, shaking their heads and walking around these protesting youths.

"Damn it, the robbers turned into anti-parallel traders?" Suming was greatly disappointed. What happened to the Big Circle Boys? What happened to the major jewelry store robbery?

Things were getting worse, not better!

Nangong didn't take these anti-parallel traders too seriously either, and they continued to shop along Hennessy Road, picking up some souvenirs and such. Coming out of Sogo Department Store, it was almost four-thirty in the afternoon, Nangong Yan touched her stomach and said, "I'm hungry after all this walking!"

"I'm both tired and hungry!" Suming, carrying bags big and small, looked around and suddenly pointed to a small alleyway at the corner of the street, "Come on, let me treat you to some noodles!"

At the entrance of the alley, there was an open-air stall set up, and surprisingly no police came to drive it away. There was no sign on the stall, but the makeshift dining tables around it were nearly full, which suggested the food must be pretty tasty.

Nangong Yan held back a retort, "Hey, we come to Xiangjiang just to eat ramen?"

"This isn't just any ramen! Have you seen 'God of Cookery'? What Stephen Chow is eating in there, the mixed offal noodles that cost twenty to thirty bucks, are these!"

Strictly speaking, what the noodle stall sold was cart noodles. The mixed offal noodles that Stephen Chow ate in the movie 'God of Cookery' were a modified version of cart noodles.

While explaining, Suming led Nangong Yan across the street and shouted at the chubby stall owner who was scooping noodles, "Two bowls of cart noodles, extra pork skin and beef brisket, and two more servings of curry fish balls!"

Such skilful master chefs usually have odd tempers, and even if you offer a high salary, they might not be willing to join.

"Loser, don't talk about your uncle behind his back. I'm old, but my ears aren't deaf!"

The big, fat boss appeared behind them out of nowhere, slamming down two large plates of freshly-made fish balls onto the table, followed by banging down two bottles of soy milk with a thud.

"Well, considering you have some taste, your uncle will give you two drinks on the house."

"Thank you, Uncle!" Nangong Yan said with a smile, looking up.

...

Half an hour later, two bowls of cart noodles were polished off to the last drop of soup, and all four plates of curry fish balls were devoured without a single one left.

Nangong Yan was like a koala, holding onto Suming's arm with one hand and half-hanging off him, pouting with cheeks full and complaining, "I'm so stuffed! I'm going to die; now I'll gain so much weight that I won't be able to get in front of the camera when I get back!"

"That's what you get for gobbling down three plates of fish balls in one go—too late for regrets now!"

"But they were really good, you know? Why do the exact same fish balls taste so much different in Yangchuan compared to here?"

"Of course, that's why they're called time-honored brands."

"Anyway, I'm so full, I need to digest. Where are we going tonight?" Nangong Yan, sitting on a street bench, took off her high heels to rub her feet.

"You're this tired and you still want to go out?" Suming gestured toward the nearby L'hotel Nina et Convention Centre and asked slyly, "How about we head to the hotel a bit early to settle in?"

"Fat chance, we're getting separate rooms at the hotel! Besides, it's only five in the afternoon, settle in my ass!"

Putting her high heels back on with a show of spirit, Nangong Yan jumped up, hands on hips, and pointing at the distant skyscrapers, she exclaimed loudly, "I want to enjoy the nightlife of Xiangjiang!"

When it comes to nightlife, there are two prime spots in Xiangjiang.

The first choice is Lan Kwai Fong Bar Street along Queen's Road, an L-shaped alley filled with a variety of bars, where countless handsome men and beautiful women release their abundant energy under the stimulation of neon lights and alcohol, living youth to the fullest.

Clearly, that's a place to bring Su Meng or Wang Hao, but definitely not Nangong Yan.

Plus, Suming wasn't too fond of drinking himself.

"So, where to?" Nangong Yan asked.

"Haven't you heard the saying? Chase stars in Seoul, bet on horses in Xiangjiang. Since we're in Xiangjiang, how can we not go bet on horses at the Happy Valley Racecourse!"

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Shit, I actually forgot what I was going to say—was it soliciting votes, subscriptions, or something else??? Oh, it seems like Mother's Day is around the corner. You guys should go home if you can, or make a phone call if you can't! Wishing all mothers around the world good health!