"You're sure to lose!"
After Sher Kui left, Xi Kun followed, and as he walked out, he shot Qin Feng a vicious glare.
Qin Feng shook his head. No matter where he went, peace was always out of reach—trouble just had a way of finding him.
He went back to the sightseeing car and left the cave with Yuu Hui, then hopped into Shen Jiaqi's sports car and drove down the mountain.
Turns out, Yuu Hui hadn't really gone down the mountain much—she hardly knew anything about the Capital City. Thank goodness for Baidu, otherwise the two of them would've wandered around all night, lost.
The sky was already dark, and nightlife in Houhai was just kicking off—throngs of energetic young people, all bustling about.
The two drove over to Houhai and found an old-brand restaurant, ordered some sautéed tripe, and dug right in.
Old Beijing snacks—sautéed tripe's definitely top-tier.
That chewy beef, dipped in the house-special sauce, went down smooth but tough, seriously satisfying.
