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Soon, a Young Chicken set meal was served. Although it was called Young Chicken, it was actually a simple late-night snack consisting of a bowl of porridge, some pickles, fermented tofu, a fried egg, small sausages, and a meat patty. The entire meal looked quite light and came with a cup of soy milk.
Da Shewan saw the food being brought to the table and was so excited that he nearly drooled. He happily said to Haohao, "Come on, eat up! This is my favorite late-night snack."
Haohao looked at the simple yet heartwarming meal and felt a sense of anticipation. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the porridge, savoring the long-lost taste of home cooking. It made him realize how satisfying such simple dishes could be.
Pig's Feet held the camera, aimed it at Haohao, and said with a smile, "Come on, eat! Let everyone see your expression while you eat."
Haohao smiled back, nodded, and began to enjoy the meal. He first tasted some fermented tofu, then grabbed a bit of pickle, followed by a piece of fried egg. These seemingly simple foods became exceptionally delicious due to Pingtung's unique flavors.
"This is really amazing," Haohao said between bites, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You were right; this Young Chicken is truly special."
Da Shewan nodded in satisfaction, a proud smile on his face. "I knew you would like it."
Pig's Feet silently filmed every move Haohao made, wearing a professional smile while feeling a tumult of complex emotions inside. He tried hard to focus on his filming work, suppressing his jealousy and anger.
As Haohao continued to eat bite by bite, the simple late-night snack gradually turned warm and inviting. Da Shewan excitedly introduced the origin and characteristics of each dish while Haohao earnestly savored them, occasionally expressing his admiration.
"This soy milk is also delicious; it's truly a perfect late-night snack," Haohao said as he lifted the cup of soy milk and took a sip with satisfaction.
"That's the charm of Pingtung," Da Shewan said proudly. "Even simple food can bring immense happiness."
Haohao nodded, filled with gratitude and contentment. He knew that this journey not only allowed him to taste delicious food but also helped him understand more about Pingtung's culture and warmth.
Haohao sipped his soy milk while Da Shewan watched him gulp it down, a strange glint appearing in his eyes, as if he were eagerly anticipating Haohao finishing the drink. Haohao was oblivious to Da Shewan's odd demeanor, only feeling that the soy milk was particularly smooth, and he quickly polished off the entire cup.
After finishing, the dishes on the table were nearly cleared. Haohao let out a satisfied burp and cheerfully said, "Wow, even though I didn't eat too much, it's late-night snacks after all; you don't need to eat a lot!"
After saying this, he jokingly poked Da Shewan's belly and laughed, "Look at you, Da Shewan! Eating too much late-night snack isn't good for you!"
Da Shewan's smile seemed a bit stiff but soon returned to normal. He laughed heartily and patted his own belly, "Haha, you're right, Haohao! But indulging occasionally isn't bad!"
Haohao chuckled lightly and didn't think much of it. He relaxed against the back of his chair, savoring the satisfaction that came from the late-night snack. He completely missed the strange glint hidden behind Da Shewan's smile and the unmistakable anticipation in his eyes.
Pig's Feet continued to hold the camera, silently recording everything. A professional smile remained on his face, but a subtle darkness flickered in his eyes. His heart was filled with contradictions and unease, yet he knew he had to hide these emotions and maintain a professional demeanor.
As night deepened, the streets of Chaozhou grew increasingly quiet. Haohao felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him and decided to return to the car for a brief rest. He expressed his gratitude to Da Shewan and Pig's Feet before slowly standing up, preparing to head back to the car for a moment of respite.
Just as Haohao was about to rise from his seat, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if blood wasn't circulating properly to his brain. He stumbled slightly, losing his balance; fortunately, Da Shewan quickly reached out to steady him.
"Hey! Are you okay, Haohao?" Da Shewan asked with concern etched on his face, though a flicker of something unusual sparkled in his eyes. "Is it low blood sugar?" He laughed heartily as if making a joke, but there was an unusual excitement in his tone.
Haohao didn't notice any changes in his body; he simply thought he might be tired. He awkwardly chuckled and said, "Oh! Sorry for letting you see me like this."
Da Shewan pressed Haohao back into his seat with a strong insistence in his voice: "Hey! You need to drink some energy drink here; you need to replenish yourself!"
"I'm fine, really," Haohao tried to protest but felt increasingly weak and reluctantly sat back down in the chair.
Da Shewan quickly called for the boss to bring a bottle of their special energy drink. With a smile, he handed the bottle to Haohao, saying, "This is our unique energy drink; I guarantee you'll feel revitalized after just one sip."
Haohao looked at the bottle, hesitating for a moment. However, under Da Shewan's eager gaze and Pig's Feet's silent watch, he ultimately accepted it, opened the cap, and took a big gulp.
"How does it feel? Do you feel any better?" Da Shewan asked with a smile, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.
Haohao nodded, sensing that he had indeed regained a bit of energy, though his head still felt somewhat foggy. He forced a smile and replied, "Yeah, I think I feel a little better. Thank you."
"That's great!" Da Shewan said with satisfaction, patting Haohao on the shoulder. "Just don't push yourself too hard; make sure to rest properly."
Haohao smiled and nodded gratefully at Da Shewan, then leaned back in his chair, trying to relax. Yet, the feeling of unease lingered in his mind.
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