Zhou Fang became even more nervous due to the noisy scene and followed Lu Qingyang at a loss.

Lu Qingyang seemed to be very familiar with the situation. He took a quick look and quickly found a double booth that had just been cleared in the corner.

"What do you two want to eat?" A waiter asked quickly, holding a small notebook.

Lu Qingyang replied in fluent Cantonese: "Well, two regular meals, one ice milk tea (sweet), one hot lemon tea, one pineapple bun, and one fried beef noodles."

"Okay! Two servings of the usual meal, a bowl of sweet frozen milk, hot lemon tea, a pineapple bun, and a plate of fried beef noodles!"

The waiter shouted loudly to the kitchen, wrote down the order and turned away. His efficiency was amazing.

Lu Qingyang was glad that the Cantonese he learned from his former classmate was now useful.

Zhou Fang was confused and only knew that Lu Qingyang ordered a bunch of things.

He looked around curiously: there were colorful handwritten menus on the wall.

The man in a suit at the next table was elegantly cutting the toast covered with egg liquid with a fork;

In the booth opposite, a few young people who looked like students were slurping yellow noodles. There were also a few small plastic bear bottles on the table... Everything was so fresh that he was dazzled.

Soon, the food was served in a stream, filling up the small dining table in an instant:

On a plate were two golden fried eggs with ham, next to which were two pieces of toasted bread smeared with butter, and a small bowl of baked beans in tomato sauce with brown sauce.

In front of Lu Qingyang was a cup of iced milk tea with fine foam floating on it.

In front of Zhou Fang was a cup of hot lemon tea with a few ounces of lemon floating in it.

A golden and crispy pineapple bun, cut in half, with a thick piece of icy butter in between!

The highlight is finally served!

A large round plate filled with shiny, fragrant, steaming rice noodles.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicious food in front of him, Zhou Fang was completely dumbfounded, holding the chopsticks and not knowing where to start.

"What...what are these? Qingyang?"

"You'll know after trying it. Don't just stand there, eat!"

The two of them devoured the food, clearing away all the food on the table.

Zhou Fang leaned back in the booth contentedly, stroking his slightly bulging belly, and said with emotion:

"Qingyang, this meal alone will be enough for me to brag about for a long time when I go back!"

"After eating and drinking, let's go buy some local specialties to bring back!"

"What specialty?" Zhou Fang stood up with a confused look on his face and picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair.

Lu Qingyang's eyes sparkled, and he had obviously already made plans:

"Bring some food or something. My wife loves it the most! She will definitely love sweet and sticky things like sesame rolls and pot cakes.

As for the Fuhao ice cream, although I can’t bring it back, I heard there’s a store nearby that sells their milk powder, so I might as well buy some to comfort her.”

He paused and added, "I also need to buy two beautiful dresses. They must be the newest and most fashionable ones!"

Zhou Fang smiled teasingly, "You really love your wife. You've made such thorough arrangements."

Lu Qingyang walked out at a brisk pace. Hearing this, he glanced back at him and asked as a matter of course, "Don't you?"

Zhou Fang choked at his question, then touched his nose uncomfortably and said vaguely: "Ahem... me? I... I haven't found it yet! Come on, do your thing first, and lead the way to buy food!"

Lu Qingyang walked back and forth on the street with a map in his hand.

The two found a queue in front of an inconspicuous old shop. A wooden sign read "Xiang Ji Bakery" and crystal clear pastries were stacked in the glass cabinet.

"Look, there are so many people queuing here, it must taste good."

Lu Qingyang moved closer to the glass cabinet, his eyes shining.

The two waited in line for a while and finally bought it: "Boss, two portions of sesame rolls and two portions of clay pot cakes! I want the clay pot cake with more red beans!"

The boss is a thin old man. He packs the goods skillfully, wrapping them carefully with oil paper and tying them tightly with thin hemp rope.

When it was handed over, the rich aroma of sesame and the faint smell of fermented rice cake went straight into my nose.

Walking out of the alley, Lu Qingyang began to look around: "I feel dizzy walking around on this street."

The two asked for directions and came to a Rongji store.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a shout from above my head: "Here comes Feijielan!"

I saw a peddler in a short coat, holding a long bamboo tube in his hand, aiming at the window on the second floor of a Tang building next to him. With a "whoosh", something wrapped in paper was thrown in accurately, and a laugh, scolding and thanks came from inside.

"Wow!" Lu Qingyang was amused. "Have you practiced this skill before?"

The two of them bought two paper-wrapped olives from a stall in front of the store.

Lu Qingyang peeled off the paper and took a bite. It was salty and sweet with a strong taste of licorice and tangerine peel, and a hint of spiciness. It had a unique taste. "Hmm... It tastes very special. I'll take a few back for my wife to try."

He bought another small pack.

In "Rong Kee Store", I indeed found the milk powder can with the Volvo ice cream truck pattern printed on it.

Lu Qingyang picked up a can, carefully read the English instructions on it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although he could exchange them in his space, they were all cash items, and there were no special products that were so festive.

After buying some miscellaneous snacks, the two of them, carrying large and small bags of loot, came to the window of a foreign shop with quite trendy decoration - "Li Xin Western Suit". The models were wearing colorful and novel dresses.

Lu Qingyang stood in front of the window, his eyes swept over the skirts, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was evaluating them carefully.

He pointed to a light yellow dress with a ruffled neckline and a waist. “This is a bright color that complements her skin tone.”

Then she pointed to a water blue dress next to her that looked more elegant: "This dress is made of good material and is comfortable to wear. Zhou Fang, which one do you think is better?"

Zhou Fang obviously didn't know much about women's clothing. He shrugged and said, "They're all... all pretty. How about... buying them all?"

He felt that given the way Lu Qingyang doted on his wife, this was entirely possible.

"That's fine, let's take them all! After all, we're all here, why not buy some samples before we leave!"

Zhou Fang slapped his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, sample clothes, why did I forget about it?"

If they want to set up a clothing factory, it would be best for them to buy more samples.

When he came here, he found that the clothes here in Hong Kong were beautiful and fashionable.

Lu Qingyang knew very well that this would be the popular trend in the next five years.