So almost no one thought that she would be the legendary orphaned daughter of the richest man in the world.
Over the past three years, she has figured out exactly which alley has the best douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), which lane has the most authentic zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste), and which shop has the best lvdagun (glutinous rice rolls).
I haven't been to this barbecue skewer shop in a long time.
She had mentioned that the grilled skewers here were delicious when she was dating that guy named Mu Cuipi.
He responded with disdain, accusing the roadside stalls of being dirty and unhygienic.
She never mentioned it again.
However, when I crave this, I'll still come over alone.
While chatting with Yan Xiao about her funny experiences in school, Wen Qinghe used her gloved fingers to pinch the lobster meat that the man had peeled and put it into her mouth.
The lobster's red juice burst from between their lips, giving their pink lips an alluring sheen.
Considering they were outside, Yan Xiao's eyes darkened, and he took a tissue to gently wipe the juice from her lips.
Wen Qinghe smiled and tilted her head back, letting him do whatever he wanted.
The young couple, dressed in expensive clothes, were good-looking, and their Rolls-Royce, which they had just driven there, was parked on the side of the road.
At this moment, their every move attracted attention.
However, since this is Beijing, it's not uncommon to see people driving luxury cars to eat at street food stalls.
At most, people would think to themselves, "What difference does it make if one more rich person like me is there in the world?" and then pay no more attention.
At this moment, the street outside the night market stall was bustling with noise.
Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes rang out.
It was a white BMW 3 Series.
A tall, thin young man got out of the car, walked quickly to the passenger side, and opened the door.
He placed one hand on the roof of the car to protect the person inside, waiting for them to come out.
Just when everyone thought they were another handsome man and beautiful woman.
Suddenly, I saw the white BMW sway slightly, and then a heavy-looking woman carrying a bag with a bright logo got out of the car.
The woman wore heavy makeup, and her features were almost squeezed together by the fat on her face.
Around her neck was a gleaming gold necklace, about the thickness of a finger.
Before spring had even arrived, the woman wore only a black low-cut dress underneath a short fur coat.
Even from a great distance, they could smell the pungent perfume.
On her face, which bore the obvious marks of time, a smile appeared as if bestowing a favor, and she kissed the young man on the cheek.
A bright red lip print was left behind.
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