"Let's eat first. I'll tell you what's going on in a bit."
Aunt Zhang moved quickly, and the barbecue arrived in no time, along with a pitcher of beer.
Grilled lamb kidneys, grilled cicadas, and grilled silkworm pupae—they were quite the specialty. Yang Qi had never eaten such things before, but after trying them, he found the taste wasn't bad at all.
Just then, two sports cars, which appeared to be modified, came roaring down the street. The sound of their engines was incredibly unpleasant; perhaps this was what they called "blasting the streets." The sports cars stopped at the edge of the barbecue street.
"Hey, Young Master Wang, you're not actually going to eat that peasant food, are you?" someone shouted.
Wang Teng shook his head. "I saw someone I know."
"Ye Qianqian!" another person exclaimed. "Wow, that little girl has really grown up. She's gorgeous!"
