Chapter 128

"Fuck, don't you know I just drank water from this bowl?"

"And the spot where you drank — the lipstick mark was so obvious, didn't you see it?"

"Isn't this basically an indirect... you-know-what?"

Su Meng, however, acted as if he felt nothing at all. After finishing the water, he started eating the flatbreads in big bites.

A sudden surge of fury rose in Boss Yang's heart.

"Fuck, you've already kissed me two-zero-seven, and you don't have the slightest reaction?"

"Are you even a man?"

Looking at the flatbread in her hand as if it were Su Meng himself, she bit down on it viciously.

"Hmph! I'll eat you up! This lady is going to eat you up!"

"No, wait! This lady is going to bite you to death!"

"……"

Seeing two huge celebrities gnawing on flatbreads without a shred of decorum, drinking tap water from a chipped bowl.

Quite a few people in the crowd were stunned.

The flatbread stall owner was even more completely dumbfounded.

"My flatbreads are actually this delicious?"

"Two big celebrities who are used to the finest delicacies both like them?"

"Why didn't I know that myself?"

A moment later, that young female fan asked timidly.

"Brother Su Meng, is this flatbread really good?"

Su Meng swallowed the flatbread in his mouth with some effort and said with a smile.

"The flatbread tastes good because we earned it through our own labor today."

"Of course it's delicious when it's exchanged for with your own labor!"

"Oh…" In the crowd, quite a few naive young girls nodded thoughtfully.

What Brother said is great — so philosophical.

Su Meng didn't expect that a sentence or two from him could change their minds.

He cupped his fists toward the crowd in a salute.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are quite a few young people here who want to learn cooking from you, right?"

"What are you all standing around for? Why not hurry up and show off the skills you've been keeping under wraps?"

"Kids, when you do it yourself and labor with your own hands, the food you make is the most delicious."

"Once you've learned, will Brother Su Meng have a taste of your cooking?"

"Yes~~~~" many crisp voices rang out in unison.

Then the scene instantly turned chaotic.

"Grandma, what did you just say about the oil temperature? I still didn't get it."

"Auntie, you said earlier you captured Uncle with one dish — what dish was it? I want to learn too, I want to capture Brother Su Meng."

"This vegetable still needs to be picked over? I never knew that before."

"Uncle, you can make a shuttlecock out of these chicken feathers? That's amazing? Can you make one for me?"

Seeing the noisy scene before her, Boss Yang's mood inexplicably lifted.

Could this be the legendary warmth of everyday life?

For the sake of this warmth, I'll forgive Su Meng today.

If next time we kiss and he still has no reaction, then I'll…

"Wait, no! Why am I suddenly having thoughts like this?"

Boss Yang was already starting to feel numb…

"……"

"No, wait!" Boss Yang suddenly shouted.

"Su Meng, this morning I said I could cook, and you said I eat little so my figure is good."

"You wouldn't be looking down on my cooking, would you?"

After wrapping up an afternoon of food-sharing, Su Meng strolled toward the meeting point.

Boss Yang followed behind, then suddenly caught on.

You're only realizing now? Isn't your reaction arc a little too long?

Su Meng grumbled inwardly, but since he'd only taken her to eat flatbreads today, he felt too embarrassed to tease her further.

He looked around, then quickly changed the subject and called out in pleasant surprise.

"Heh~~ Look over there, there's a comic convention?"

Boss Yang followed his gaze and saw an exhibition center not far away.

At the plaza by the entrance, quite a few people were busy putting up promotional signs.

The signs displayed information about the comic convention, and checking the date, it was set to start tomorrow.

"What a pity, what a pity." Su Meng shook his head, seeming a little regretful.

"If we didn't have a show to film, I'd definitely go to the comic convention tomorrow."

"You're interested in this too?" Boss Yang was instantly drawn in, and immediately tossed the earlier question out of her mind.

Su Meng nodded and struck a chuunibyou pose.

"Of course! Anime and manga are so much fun!"

Actually, he himself wasn't very interested in anime, but his predecessor had liked it quite a bit.

Through his predecessor's memories, Su Meng had already come to understand.

Many anime works from his previous life also existed in this world.

For example, *Naruto*, *One Piece*, and the like—even Ultraman and Crayon Shin-chan were there.

Only in music, film and television, literature, and other aspects, they differed vastly.

Boss Yang curiously sized up the comic convention a few times and casually chimed in with one line.

"Too bad your luck isn't great, otherwise you could've caught it in time."

Luck isn't great… damn, that line stings a bit.

Thinking about his own ten-pull with five hits, then thinking about borrowing Bai Xiao Ling's luck to go straight for a grand slam, Su Meng nodded and sighed.

"Yeah, my luck really isn't all that great."

"Then you can't compare to me." Boss Yang suddenly beamed.

"I've had pretty good luck since I was little, and my mom had someone read my fortune for me—said I was born to bring prosperity to my husband!"

Bring prosperity to her husband? Su Meng instinctively glanced at her well-developed areas.

In his heart he silently roasted, Where's the prosperity to a husband? Clearly it's prosperity to a son!

Wait… pretty good luck?

Su Meng glanced at the popularity value that had already passed 1.8 million, and instantly came to life.

In one bound he darted in front of Boss Yang, tightly grabbed her hand, with an utterly sincere expression.

"Da Mimi, lend me some of your luck!"

Boss Yang got a fright, completely dumbfounded on the spot.

Su Meng silently prayed for a while, convinced he had borrowed Boss Yang's luck, and decisively issued the command.

"System, ten-pull!"

"Ding~ Congratulations on completing the draw. You have obtained the following rewards:"

"1. 100 clapper-talk pieces."

"2. Thank You for Your Patronage ×9."

Holy sh*t! Su Meng nearly cursed out loud on the spot.

So after borrowing your luck, I went straight to nine Thank You for Your Patronages?

The only item was just a bunch of clapper pieces.

Perhaps because clapper is niche, in the system Shangcheng it only sold for a mere 200,000 popularity value—not even worth half a song.

Damn it!

Su Meng, face dark, directly flung Boss Yang's hand away.