"If you ordered so much, what are we going to do if we can't finish it?" Tang Moxixi thought about it for a moment and said to Ye Wushuang.
No matter what, food shouldn't be wasted.
Wasting food is a shameful act.
Ye Wushuang scratched his head, his face full of puzzlement.
"How could we not finish it?"
"Besides, this is just my personal portion, I didn't include you."
"If you want to eat, order your own separately, don't steal my good food."
Ye Wushuang put on a deadpan expression and emphasized his point; he was extremely protective of his food.
Tang Moxixi was dumbfounded. She stared at Ye Wushuang with a bizarre expression.
Was this guy for real? How could someone who eats so much stay so skinny?
Anyway, she didn't believe it.
Soon, the dishes were brought in, and Ye Wushuang dug in like a whirlwind sweeping through the clouds.
His eating speed left Tang Moxixi completely flabbergasted.
As the plates on the table were emptied one by one, Tang Moxixi was left somewhat speechless.
She couldn't help muttering under her breath, "Turns out you're Marshal Tianpeng reincarnated."
Ye Wushuang had been busy devouring his food, but upon hearing Tang Moxixi's words, he directly gave her a sharp rap on the head with his knuckles.
Thump.
Tang Moxixi clutched her head and glared at Ye Wushuang.
This guy had no sense of proportion; he had almost made her see stars.
"Right, since you're so capable, how did you manage to starve for a whole day?" Tang Moxixi couldn't help asking out of curiosity. "With your abilities, shouldn't making money be easy?"
Mentioning this, Ye Wushuang's expression abruptly turned quite indignant.
Chewing the food in his mouth, he mumbled indistinctly, "Don't bring it up. Kids these days don't have the slightest health awareness."
"How so?" Tang Moxixi blinked.
Seeing Ye Wushuang's reaction, she suddenly grew interested.
Right then, Ye Wushuang recounted some of the things he had encountered after coming down the mountain.
Tang Moxixi's mouth twitched—this guy really was a bizarre specimen.
The only reason he hadn't gotten beaten up earlier was thanks to that couple being in such a rush to see Neighbor Wang next door.
As the two chatted, Ye Wushuang's eating speed accelerated rather than slowed down.
In less than an hour, all forty-seven dishes had been completely wiped out by him alone.
Looking at the mess of cups and plates on the table, Tang Moxixi remained speechless for a long time.
She was truly stunned by Ye Wushuang's appetite.
You had to understand that even with smaller portions, these were still close to fifty dishes in total.
If an ordinary professional competitive eater tried this, they would probably need two or three meals to finish it.
Look at Ye Wushuang—he had polished it all off in a single meal. He truly lived up to his name as the living Tianpeng.
Of course, this thought could only stay in her mind; Tang Moxixi would never say it out loud.
Otherwise, the rap on the head she just received definitely wouldn't be the last.
Thump—another rap on the head, making Tang Moxixi bare her teeth in pain.
"Why are you hitting me again?" Tang Moxixi gnashed her teeth.
"Just by looking at your expression, I could tell you weren't thinking anything good, so I decided to hit you first and ask questions later." Ye Wushuang gave a cheeky grin, speaking as if it were only natural.
Unable to hold back, Tang Moxixi flipped him off right on the spot.
Then, fuming with anger, she strode out to the cashier to pay the bill.
After leaving the restaurant, Tang Moxixi was still sulking at Ye Wushuang and didn't say a single word.
Looking around the unfamiliar mall, Ye Wushuang brazenly sidled up and asked, "What are we going to do now?"
"Buy clothes. The outfit you're wearing is my third uncle's; it doesn't match your temperament."
Casting a slightly petulant glance at Ye Wushuang, Tang Moxixi said casually.
"Ah, that wouldn't be very good, would it?"
Ye Wushuang hesitated awkwardly, recalling something from his childhood.
When he was ten years old, he once needed a change of new clothes.
His third master, Zhuque, had volunteered herself, under the pretext that clothes down the mountain were very expensive.
She then used two new clothes to take away all the gold bars he had saved up for a long time.
Ever since then, the young Ye Wushuang directly equated new clothes down the mountain with gold bars.
No matter how many holes his clothes had, he never dared entertain the thought of buying new ones again.
"What's not good about it? It's not like you're paying for them."
Giving Ye Wushuang a sidelong glance, Tang Moxixi took the lead and walked into a trendy men's clothing store.
Hearing her say this, Ye Wushuang immediately felt reassured and followed her inside.
She picked out several sets of clothes and trousers that suited Ye Wushuang's temperament, not even leaving out shoes and socks, and had the whole lot packed up and checked out.
Seeing that Tang Moxixi didn't use gold to pay, but instead just used a strange black plastic card, Ye Wushuang couldn't help asking in a low voice, "You don't use gold to pay for clothes?"
"What?" Tang Moxixi was dumbfounded by his question.
Ye Wushuang gestured with his hands. "I mean buying new clothes—aren't they supposed to be bought with gold?"
"Who on earth told you that you have to buy clothes with gold? Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"
With a bizarre expression, Tang Moxixi picked up the large and small bags and shoved them into Ye Wushuang's hands.
"Carry your own stuff, you don't have any objections to that, right?"
Ye Wushuang nodded.
At that moment, his mind was completely focused on figuring out why Tang Moxixi didn't need gold to buy clothes.
Carrying a huge pile of packages, he chased after Tang Moxixi as she walked out of the clothing store.
"That thing you said just now about buying clothes with gold—don't tell me that was another one of your unreliable third master's lies."
Rolling her eyes, Tang Moxixi said speechlessly.
"Yeah, Third Master said clothes down the mountain are terribly expensive, made with exquisite materials comparable to gold."
"And the more famous the brand, the higher the value. Back then, she helped me buy two pieces of clothing, and it cost me five gold bars."
Ye Wushuang was puzzled. Could it be that clothes nowadays no longer needed to be bought with gold?
Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, Tang Moxixi froze on the spot.
What kind of trendy luxury brand could possibly be that expensive?
"Can you tell me what brand of clothes your third master bought you?"
Ye Wushuang tilted his head to think for a moment, then traced the pattern on those two pieces of clothing in the air.
Tang Moxixi's mouth twitched, and she almost lost her composure.
"Take my advice: in the future, try to stay as far away from your third master as possible."
"Why?" Ye Wushuang looked completely bewildered.
"The two pieces of clothing your third master bought you were both mass-market brands."
Seeing that Ye Wushuang still didn't understand, Tang Moxixi sighed in resignation and stated flatly, "Anyway, just remember this: five gold bars could probably buy you at least a thousand identical copies of those two clothes."
"Meaning I got ripped off by Third Master again?"
Ye Wushuang fell into a daze, his face full of misery.
A moment later, he looked up at the sky and roared, "Darned Third Master, I will definitely get you back for this!"
In the Qinling Mountains, at Goddess Peak.
Third Master Zhuque was practicing her martial arts.
Suddenly, she sneezed—achoo!
"Which handsome young man is thinking about me again?"
"Could it be that brat?"
"True, I'm so gorgeous, and little Ye is full of youthful vigor—he definitely can't resist my charm."
In Jinling City, Wanda Plaza.
Ye Wushuang's loud shout instantly attracted the attention of quite a few people.
Passersby assumed they had bumped into a mental patient and kept their distance, one by one.
Terrified that Ye Wushuang might go crazy and hurt them, and knowing they wouldn't even be able to seek recourse against a lunatic.
"Are you trying to get me killed? There are so many people here, why are you yelling like a lunatic?" Tang Moxixi scolded sharply, stepping forward quickly to yank Ye Wushuang away.
She had no desire to be watched like a caged monkey.
"Xiao Xi, when did you get back to Jinling, and why didn't you even let me know?"
Just then, an icy voice rang out.
Following that, a group of men appeared and surrounded them.
Hearing this voice, Tang Moxixi frowned.
She said coldly, "Young Master Yan, whether I, Tang Moxixi, come back or not, what business is it of yours?"
"Step aside! My friend and I have things to do."