Qin felt regretful. After all, the place Jingya had brought him to seemed rather stingy—just a meal, right? Even at the finest hotel, how much could they possibly spend? Noticing his reserved gaze, the beautiful Inspector explained, "It's your fault for insisting on such formal attire. Can I be blamed for that? Xi'cheng is, after all, one of the twelve ancient capitals of your Chinese nation—the most representative features are undoubtedly its local street food. What could one expect from a restaurant, really?" A complete excuse—absolutely a complete excuse. To claim stinginess, they simply said so. What was the point of coming up with such a dignified reason? Speaking of the twelve ancient capitals—how much did that have to do with the present day? Even the most recent capital relocation had been several centuries ago. Aside from artifacts unearthed from tombs, what impact could those ancient traditions possibly have on today's society? He arched an eyebrow. "You're not concerned about food safety in your Chinese nation, are you? Street food varies so much in quality—shouldn't you worry about getting sick?" "Occasionally eating it won't hurt." She waved her hand, unconcerned. "What about those things that harm the body—like gutter oil, Sudan red, beef broth, etc.?" Qin insisted. "Hey, you and I are cultivators, aren't we? We're immune to a hundred poisons! Why should we be afraid of such little things?" She said. Well, in the past, no one knew who it was—except for the military special agents' food that his friends provided, he simply wouldn't touch anything else. It all came down to that frugal mindset of his—after all, you just wanted to save a little money, didn't you? But who could guarantee that the snacks weren't made with premium ingredients? Today, he deliberately chose the more expensive ones. The snacks in Xi'jing truly stood out. Along one street, there were hundreds of varieties, dazzling and overwhelming, making one's appetite grow stronger with every passing moment. At nearly every stall, Qin Feng and Qingya were seen. They stopped at a traditional meat-and-bread stall, where Qin, quite generous, shouted, "Boss, give me one hundred! Fill them with more meat—plump and generous—and we'll pay extra." "One hundred," the boss exclaimed, surprised, "Can two of you really eat that much? Hot meat buns are best enjoyed fresh—once they cool down, they lose their appeal." Qingya immediately added, "What's the point of having so many? Do you want to starve yourself or me?" "Heh, I have a big appetite—you know that," he said with a cheerful smile. The beautiful woman flushed, "No doubt about it—you're a true food sponge. Just now, I've seen you eat, and even then, you couldn't have managed one hundred, could you?" By this time, they had already dined at over a dozen stalls. Each time Qin Feng ordered, he always insisted on a full portion for himself—so by now, they had consumed at least a dozen full portions. Calling him a food sponge was far from an exaggeration. In fact, even a sponge wouldn't match his capacity. "We can't eat them all at once," he said, lowering his voice. "We can take them back. With Naiji's preservation and warming functions, there's nothing to worry about. Even if we leave them for a while, they'll still be steaming hot when we serve them up The woman gave him a withering look, thinking to herself that the lady had blown it completely. On the surface, it seemed like she was just inviting him for a meal—how much could he possibly eat, even if he were a real foodie? Yet this young man was both eating and taking things, which was simply unkind. She frowned, pulled out several hundred-yuan bills from her pocket, and handed them to the vendor. Seeing that they were serious—and that it was actually a young woman paying—the vendor smiled warmly and said, “Just a moment, please. One hundred meat buns, and we’ll be ready right away.” People around them exchanged curious glances—how could two people possibly eat one hundred buns? Twenty minutes later, they moved on to the next stall, quietly slipping nine十六 of the buns into her jade bracelet, giving one to Qingya, and eating three themselves. “Brother, brother,” said a sly-looking fellow, addressing the man in front of him, “It’s them—just now, they ordered one hundred meat buns at the stall next door.” “Wait a minute,” he added, “the man was still carrying a big bag just a moment ago. "Old man took a sip of beer." He said, eyes shining with admiration, "The girl beside him is absolutely stunning—out of this world beautiful." The man continued, flattery dripping from every word, "And earlier, when we were shopping, it was all the girls who paid. Clearly, the guy must be living off his girl." Old man's eyes lit up. "Really?" "I've been watching them for a long time—this is no exaggeration." With a decisive wave of his hand, the man spoke with the confidence of a true man of action, "I hate soft-socked men—how can such a beautiful girl end up with someone like that? No way. I simply can't bear it. We're going to give him a piece of our mind, rescue the beautiful girl from her suffering." What he really disliked about soft-socked men was his genuine admiration for Qingya's beauty and flawless figure—just a convenient excuse for himself. The two younger men immediately stood up and blocked the way of the two approaching figures. "What's the matter? A good dog doesn't block the path," Qin Feng said, his tone slightly impatient. The sneaky fellow smiled and said, "Miss, our boss has invited you over for a drink. As for you, the soft-earned-restaurant type who can't hold a conversation—just find a cool spot and stay there. Otherwise, I'll make you forget even your own mother." His expression shifted completely—first servile, then firm and commanding. In their eyes, typical soft-earned-restaurant guys were timid, easily spooked by a little pressure. Qin Shao understood now: they'd run into a rough crowd. Truly, they weren't paying attention—bringing trouble to two senior cultivators was like making a birthday celebrant hang themselves. Yet he didn't immediately lose his temper. Instead, he turned to the beautiful Inspector and said, "Now you know the drawbacks of dining at a casual eatery—both the food and the customers are a mixed bag." "Young man, get out of here! Don't interrupt our boss's enjoyment." "That guy shouted loudly, then completely turned around, smiling warmly at Seiya and saying, 'Lady, our elder brother is a true leader of this generation—someone who commands the scene, far superior to this one who's always relying on others. Allow me to introduce you.' 'Not interested. Get out of my way,' she snapped, her tone impatient. She'd already been thoroughly irritated by Qin Feng, and now faced this ungrateful young thug—what was happening? Today just seemed to be her unlucky day. It appears, then, that this kind of bustling street food district simply isn't the place for her. 'Lady, why reject someone so far away?' 'Reject you!' Qin Shao didn't bother talking to them—he simply kicked one of them hard, lifting his leg without needing to lower it, and in a matter of moments, sent the rest of them sprawling to the ground. The older man nearby watched, stunned, 'Good heavens, I've finally met someone who can stand up to me!' He immediately pulled out his phone, 'Everyone, gather around—someone's got a problem.' After hanging up the phone, he still felt uneasy and dialed another number: "Director Ren, it's me, Hei Long. Someone's been causing trouble for me. Please send people over quickly."