As a Magnate, I Started Checking in at a Convenience Store

Chapter 633: Exasperated by Your Stubbornness

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation | Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Two days had passed in the blink of an eye. During these two days, Zhou Chao had not met with Abdullah and Si Cong, apart from the occasional photos and videos they sent. He had no idea where these three had been having fun.

“Brother Chao, let’s go out today. I heard Qianmen has been particularly lively these days, and there’s nothing much to do staying at home anyway,” Jiang Li whispered softly in Zhou Chao’s arms.

“Qianmen Street, huh? Alright, it’s been a bit boring staying home for two days anyway,” Zhou Chao looked at Jiang Li indulgently, gently stroking her hair.

The two changed into new clothes and took Lin Wu along as they stepped out.

Qianmen, also known as Zhengyangmen, was the setting of the popular TV series “Under the Banner of Zhengyang Gate”. It was famous for its “Four Gates, Three Bridges, Five Arched Gates”.

Four Gates referred to the four gateways of Zhengyangmen: the gate tower, arrow tower, and the cast and west sluice gates of the moat, with one gateway left vacant.

Three Bridges referred to the Zhengyang Bridge over the moat. Though technically one bridge, it was wide enough to be divided into three lanes, hence the name.

Five Arched Gates referred to the “six pillars, five bays” archway in front of Zhengyangmen.

As they arrived at Qianmen Street, they were immediately drawn in by the bustling market atmosphere.

“Traditional Beijing Fried Sauce Noodles!” “Authentic Stewed Pork Offal!” “Candied Hawthorn!”

Perhaps due to the morning hour, it wasn’t too crowded yet, but Qianmen Street was still bustling with activity. Tourists wandered the street, enjoying snacks and bubble tea, relishing the National Day holiday.

In Qianmen’s traditional market, the array of small items made many stop and admire. Carefully arranged stalls attracted young people for photo opportunities, bringing back the old-fashioned charm to this ancient commercial street.

“Brother Chao, have you tried the special breakfast of Beijing? Since we haven’t had breakfast yet, why don’t we give it a try?” Jiang Li suggested, pointing to a popular breakfast shop.

Zhou Chao looked slightly embarrassed. As a food enthusiast, he should theoretically be able to eat all the delicacies in China. However, the one thing he couldn’t conquer was one of Beijing’s most representative delicacies, the mung bean milk.

“Let’s get this straight, I can handle Stewed Pork Offal, but I draw the line at mung bean milk. I really can’t stomach that stuff!”

Hearing this, Jiang Li burst into laughter. “Wow, who would have thought that the fearless Zhou Young Master has something he’s afraid to eat!”

Mocking each other was their thing. Zhou Chao smirked and muttered under his breath, “You act like you’ll eat anything. How about I have some Arhat fruit air-dropped from our place for you to try?”

Hearing this, Jiang Li rolled her eyes at Zhou Chao and walked into the breakfast shop. Zhou Chao chuckled at her reaction and muttered quietly, “Can’t win an argument with me, huh?”

Lin Wu, who was trailing behind, heard this and stifled a laugh, but Zhou Chao caught him with a glance, causing him to choke on his laughter.

“What’s up? You dare laugh at me now?” Zhou Chao teased, looking at Lin Wu.

“No, boss, you know I’ve had professional training. I usually don’t laugh; it’s only when I can’t help it,” Lin Wu replied with a grin.

Hearing this, Zhou Chao felt like he had been struck by lightning. He kicked Lin Wu lightly with his foot and said, “Can’t help it, huh?”

Feeling the massage-like force on his legs, Lin Wu stood still in place.

“Brother Chao, what arc you two talking about over there? Come over here,” Jiang Li stood at the door, holding a bowl of steaming mung bean milk.

Zhou Chao shot Lin Wu a dissatisfied look, then walked towards the breakfast shop, with Lin Wu following behind with a smile.

Sitting next to Jiang Li, smelling the faint aroma of mung bean milk, Zhou Chao felt a bit uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Lin Wu arrived just in time with two large bowls of stewed pork offal. The steaming stewed pork offal, fire-roasted buns, intestines, and lungs instantly whetted Zhou Chao’s appetite.

“I have to say, the taste of these stewed pork offal buns is really good!” Zhou Chao couldn’t help but praise after taking a few bites.

Hearing the compliment, Jiang Li looked proudly and said, “Of course, considering this is old Beijing, the taste is definitely unparalleled!”

Seeing Jiang Li’s proud look, Zhou Chao teased, “Enjoy your mung bean milk, you look so beautiful!”

“Of course!” Jiang Li replied confidently.

Watching the intimate banter between Zhou Chao and Jiang Li, Lin Wu rolled his eyes. Under Zhou Chao’s pressure, he could only lower his head and eat the stewed pork offal.

After the three finished breakfast, they began to stroll around. Perhaps due to the rich historical atmosphere of Qianmen Street, many unique snacks were sold here, and there were also many vendors selling various delicacies from all over.

About ten minutes into their walk, each of them was holding a skewer of candied hawthorn.

“Rice cakes! Fresh glutinous rice cakes, twenty-eight yuan per jin! Don’t miss out! Twenty-eight yuan guarantees you won’t be cheated! Come and taste it!” A loudspeaker attracted the attention of the three. Through the crowd, they saw a small food truck surrounded by people.

They walked over to the small food truck and found that most of the onlookers were tourists, none of whom were buying anything.

Jiang Li whispered to Zhou Chao, “Brother Chao, what’s going on? Why isn’t anyone buying?”