Chapter 91: The Neighbor Old Wang Really Isn't Anything Good

However, this guy sells vegetables right next door, and his surname is Wang, giving off that neighbor Old Wang vibe.

Wang Lao Ban looked up and immediately saw Ye Cheng riding a motorcycle; the old man waved his hand and hurried over.

"Why are you only coming now? What time is it?"

Ye Cheng pointed to his empty water tank behind him, "Today it was delivered to the boss's place, I didn't bring it to the market to sell."

Lao Wang's face showed a hint of disappointment, but he quickly resigned himself—making money, however easy it is.

"You don't even sell seafood, yet you come to the vegetable market—could it be you came specially to see this old man?"

"No, I came to see the beauty, and incidentally to check if you've sold out your vegetables."

Hearing Ye Cheng's words, Lao Wang burst out laughing, "Alright, alright, go check out the beauty."

Lao Wang thought Ye Cheng was joking, but Ye Cheng himself wasn't sure why he'd come.

"You still have this much vegetables? I'll take them off your hands—I need to eat anyway." Ye Cheng pointed at the vegetables in Lao Wang's basket.

This old guy must have thought Ye Cheng would come again, so he brought plenty of vegetables—besides leeks and cabbage, there were also a few radishes and eggplants.

Upon hearing Ye Cheng wanted to buy his vegetables, Lao Wang was overjoyed: "That's great—I was wondering what to do with them, and I'll come collect payment later."

"Just screw you over." Ye Cheng was speechless—it was only a two-dollar matter.

He loaded all of Lao Wang's vegetables into his water tank; actually Ye Cheng didn't really need these vegetables, as many villagers grow their own, so eating ordinary greens is fine.

He bought them purely to help Lao Wang out, saving him from having to carry all that stuff home.

These vegetables cost less than fifty dollars total; if Ye Cheng ate them alone, he couldn't finish them in a week, so he'd take some back for his older brother and Xiao Hu.

"Lao Wang, you've sold out your vegetables—how about we go get breakfast together?"

Lao Wang pocketed the money, beaming at Ye Cheng: "Sure, you treat."

Ye Cheng looked speechless. "Damn, you really can open your mouth."

"Fine, I'll treat, I'll treat—later I'll add some pig liver and kidney to nourish you."

"That's definitely needed, hahaha."

Ye Cheng had Lao Wang sit on his motorcycle; before leaving, he glanced around—today's fee collector had already come, but it was a man, and the pretty girl hadn't shown up.

Sigh, treating Lao Wang to a meal feels like a loss; if I'd known, I wouldn't have come.

Poor Lao Wang didn't realize he was just an add-on, following Ye Cheng to a breakfast shop.

Ye Cheng ordered him a bowl of noodles with pig liver and kidney, eight dollars, which made this old guy so happy his mouth couldn't close.

"Xiao Ye, you're still a pretty good person."

Ye Cheng himself ordered a bowl of plain noodles, or rather plain noodles plus some spring rolls would be more suitable for him.

The two were eating when suddenly a familiar figure appeared across the road—tall and graceful, with long hair, wearing a well-fitting slimming sports outfit, standing out conspicuously in the crowd.

As if sensing someone gazing at her, the beauty turned her head toward Ye Cheng, stared for a moment, then walked straight over to him.

Holy shit, she's so bold.

We've only met twice, exchanged a few jokes, and she's already taken a liking to me?

Ye Cheng felt a bit nervous; he tidied the noodles in his bowl to make them look neat, then held his chopsticks aloft in an empty grip, waiting for the beauty's arrival.

At first Ye Cheng worried she wasn't coming for him, but as she drew nearer and kept her gaze on him, it was basically confirmed.

Once she stepped inside, Ye Cheng couldn't help but stand up—guys, you still need to take the initiative.

"Hey there, beauty, came to see me?" Ye Cheng flashed a confident smile.

The little beauty saw Ye Cheng stand up, her expression a bit surprised; she looked him over for a while, then said,

"Do we know each other?"

Ye Cheng felt offended—beauty, you're playing with me.

"Beauty, I sell seafood outside the vegetable market—didn't you collect my management fee the past two days?" Ye Cheng introduced himself somewhat helplessly.

"Oh, I remember now." The beauty suddenly realized, "That's the guy with a slightly cheeky mouth."

"Cough cough." Lao Wang beside them was laughing so hard he couldn't hold it in.

"Heh, it's subjective, I think it's fine." Ye Cheng felt embarrassed to death, feeling the beauty didn't remember him at all.

"By the way, did you come specially to see me? Or did you follow the management fee collection here?" Ye Cheng pointed at himself; although the chat was a bit awkward, but...

Upon hearing Ye Cheng say he came specially to see her, the beauty burst out laughing: "What are you thinking? I don't even know you—why would I come looking for you?"

"I'm here for him." The beauty looked at Lao Wang, then spoke in a commanding tone: "You! You've forgotten your high blood lipids and cholesterol? Still dare to eat pig liver and kidney? Are my words just going in one ear and out the other?"

Ye Cheng gaped, looking incredulously at Lao Wang—"Damn you, old bull eating tender grass."

Lao Wang gave Ye Cheng an apologetic smile, then quickly slipped another piece of pig kidney into his mouth: "Ah well, they insisted on treating me, I couldn't refuse."

"They insisted on treating you?" Ye Cheng raised his voice: "Lao Wang, Lao Wang, you dog, loyalty is still loyalty—indeed, friends are made to be sold out."

"Tch, they're treating you—you could refuse; you just wanted to eat, hurry back." The beauty glared at Lao Wang, grabbed his ear, yanked him up, and marched off with him.

Ye Cheng's mouth twitched. "Damn, ear-pulling, ear-pulling—made concrete."

The bystanders having breakfast covered their mouths and snickered; Lao Wang's old face reddened, he tilted his head and clasped his hands toward Ye Cheng: "Brother, I have to go back—I still have plenty of pig kidney left uneaten, remember to eat it."

"Don't waste it—"

As Lao Wang shouted "Don't waste it" while nearly reaching the opposite side of the road, Ye Cheng watched his aged yet happy back and sadly raised his middle finger.

"Damn it, the neighbor Old Wang really isn't anything good—he steals wives when he has one, and when he doesn't, he even steals my fantasy lover."

"And damn pig kidney—have some shame."

But Lao Wang this guy is definitely hiding his depths; he looks like a vegetable seller, yet he has such a beautiful wife at home.

Damn, this old guy must have a mining fortune at home or be a demolition relocation household.

But you're so rich, selling vegetables still needs me to foot the bill.

What about your morals?

After Lao Wang left, Ye Cheng looked at the so-called kidney flowers—damn, he had zero interest left.

He's not even interested in eating his own powder.

Going home, damn it.