Compared to the numbing sensation of Sichuan cuisine, the spiciness of Hunan cuisine, and the freshness of Cantonese cuisine, the flavor of Henan cuisine is related to its geographical location, emphasizing a "moderate" approach—not sour, not sweet, not spicy, and not salty. However, this is not a weakness of Henan cuisine; on the contrary, it is an advantage.
Henan cuisine suits the tastes of most people.
Every outsider who arrives in the Central Plains can find enough to eat.
Anyway, Chu Fang ate very well.
Especially the braised noodles, which combine meat and vegetables, soup, and rice in one dish, have a very fresh taste.
After finishing his meal, he looked at Zhong Tingyue and smiled very happily.
From the moment she swallowed the houttuynia cordata until now, the paleness on her beautiful face has never disappeared.
Zhong Tingyue covered her lips and rolled her eyes at him: "Still laughing."
"It's just a bite of houttuynia cordata, is it really that big of a deal?" Chu Fang patted her back. "Look, I ate all that houttuynia cordata, and I'm perfectly fine."
"Can we be the same?"
"Not human?"
"I am a woman, you are a man."
"...That makes sense."
Since Zhong Tingyue brought up gender differences, he had nothing to argue with.
After a while, Zhong Tingyue finally suppressed the nausea in her heart. She checked the time, and the two headed towards the venue.
Today is Jacky Cheung's world tour concert, and due to his immense popularity, many fans and audience members lined up outside the venue.
They waited in line for a long time before finally entering the venue, finding their seats, and sitting down.
Their positions were at the top, not the best, but they had a superior view, with the entire stadium in sight.
The entire venue can hold 20,000 people, and at this moment it is completely occupied by people; every nook and cranny is packed with people.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Chu Fang looked around and saw many enthusiastic fans. He sighed, "I'm getting old."
“Yes,” Zhong Tingyue said. “Are you a fan of celebrities?”
"Chase after them!"
Zhong Tingyue was somewhat surprised. Based on her understanding of Chu Fang, he appeared to be unrestrained on the outside, but he should be a rational and calm person on the inside. She never expected him to have such a fangirl behavior.
"Who are you chasing?"
“Hmm… …” Chu Fang withdrew his gaze, “It cannot be said.”
"Tch!" Zhong Tingyue made a disdainful face. "It's just a celebrity, what's so hard to say? It's not like I'm trying to steal the celebrity you like."
"From an island nation."
Zhong Tingyue was stunned for a moment, then quickly gave a thumbs up, followed by three downward taps: "I despise you."
"It's something you insist on knowing."
I still despise you.
“... ..."
The two chatted casually, and then the concert began, with Jacky Cheung's voice echoing throughout the venue.
Compared to the audience's enthusiasm, the two of them appeared remarkably calm.
The concert opened with several upbeat songs that set the tone for the entire audience.
As the loud singing ended, the deafening sound in Chu Fang's ears gradually subsided, and the voices from the seats next to him reached his ears: "The Submariner is something only those who don't understand watches or know how to appreciate them would show off, a bunch of lowlifes. Look at my watch, look closely, examine it closely."
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a man and a woman next door. The man was chubby, and the woman was beautiful and had a hot figure. She was holding the chubby man's arm, and her body was almost squeezing into his arms.
The chubby guy showed off his arm, revealing a shiny, valuable watch on it, to the hot girl in his arms.
Zhong Tingyue, who was standing next to her, also heard the noise from next door and turned her gaze over.
The chubby boy glanced at Zhong Tingyue without her noticing, a slight smile unconsciously curving his lips. He raised his voice a few notches and said, "Do you understand Patek Philippe? The Rolls-Royce of watches, the king of watches. When I wear it, I am wearing a Patek Philippe."
"Wow!" The hot girl exclaimed at the opportune moment.
“This watch of mine is one of a kind in the world. It is meticulously crafted by hand, combining aesthetics and heritage. Its quality and industrial craftsmanship are top-notch. It is precious, rare, and timeless. Do you know how much it is worth?” Before the girl in his arms could answer, the fat man replied, “Eighteen million. I bought it directly in Hong Kong.”
After saying that, the chubby boy adjusted his t-shirt collar, leaned back slightly, and stopped talking.
Immediately, the hot girl glanced at the Patek Philippe while complimenting the chubby boy, whose lips curled up. He looked at Zhong Tingyue again, only to find that Zhong Tingyue's gaze had already shifted away, and his smile froze.
The chubby boy sat up straight and said, "Beautiful lady, if you want to look at this watch, feel free to look around."
Zhong Tingyue looked away and pointed to herself: "Are you talking about me?"
"Yes, there's no need to sneak around. Feel free to look. I'm a very easygoing person."
"I'm sorry, I don't know much about watches."
“It’s okay if you don’t know anything about it.” The chubby man abandoned the girl in his arms and smiled kindly. “Let’s add each other on WeChat and I’ll teach you how to use a watch. A watch is a symbol of a person’s status. A watch can greatly enhance a person’s temperament. For example, a beautiful lady like you wearing this watch looks elegant and pure.”
Zhong Tingyue chuckled, unmoved.
"Wow!" came a voice from the side. Chu Fang craned his neck to look at the watch and exclaimed, "Wow, so cool!"
The overweight man was particularly pleased that the beautiful woman in front of him was being ignored, while her male companion received compliments. Suppressing his happiness, he feigned nonchalance: "It's alright, this is just the least classy watch in my collection..."
Just as the chubby boy was introducing his watch, lost in his own world, Chu Fang's voice interrupted him: "But... why doesn't your Patek Philippe have a serial number?"
"Number...?" The chubby boy suddenly came to his senses.
“That’s right,” Chu Fang said. “Every Patek Philippe watch has a series of codes or serial numbers. You can use these codes to find out the production date and manufacturer of the watch. But your Patek Philippe watch doesn’t have any.”
Zhong Tingyue looked at it and indeed there was no code or serial number on it.
Chu Fang continued, "Furthermore, the logo on a genuine Patek Philippe is clearly engraved, with consistent depth and even arrangement, and looks as bright as new. The workmanship is also quite fine. On the other hand, the logo on a fake product looks a bit blurry, unevenly distributed, and there are even some rough parts around it."
"Ah!" Chu Fang exclaimed in shock. "You bought a fake Patek Philippe! You should call the police right away!"
The chubby boy's mouth twitched noticeably, and he made an angry and surprised expression at the right moment: "What? The watch I bought was fake? I'm so angry. Oh well, it's just a watch. I'm too lazy to call the police and don't want to waste police resources. I'll just consider it a lesson learned."
"The lesson of 18 million, bro, you're really rich, and you have a really big vision." Chu Fang gave him a thumbs up.
The chubby boy laughed, but the smile was so stiff that he immediately ignored them and turned back to chat with the hot girl, who was frowning and looked unhappy.
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