vncnus Chapter 13 Since things have come to this, let's eat first.
Chapter 13 Since things have come to this, let's eat first.
That's really hardcore and makes a lot of sense.
Zheng En was completely dumbfounded. "Gotham City is truly a city of simple and honest people."
Jason turned to look at him, a hint of surprise in his expression. Had this guy gone mad?
What does the phrase "simple and honest folk customs" have to do with Gotham?
People's joys and sorrows are not shared, and each thinks the other is sick.
Jason had felt that Jung Eun was acting strangely before, and after chatting for a few minutes, he felt even stranger, but he professionally restrained himself from showing it.
After accepting the tip that Zheng En had previously promised, his professionalism reached an all-time high. He even opened his eyes and agreed with such nonsense, saying, "You're right, sir."
Jung Eun, who was clearly in a yin-yang relationship but was being echoed: No, are you sick?
Nobody told me Red Hood was this crazy when he was a kid.
The two talked for a long time, their words completely unrelated, until they saw the shop with its lights on at the street corner, and then they both breathed a sigh of relief.
The English word for hamburger on the sign was still lit up, but a sign had been put up at the entrance that read, "Welcome, this shop only serves hot dogs at night."
As soon as Jason entered, he greeted the owner, who initially responded warmly. However, when his gaze fell on Zheng En's face, he suddenly froze.
Jung Eun recognized him too, "It's you."
Isn't this the same lunatic who exchanged gunfire with corrupt cops as a sign of respect?!
I didn't expect them to be so diligent, pushing a cart during the day and renting a shop at night, constantly selling hot dogs.
But thinking about it, it makes perfect sense. Using a cart during the day is one thing, but at night it's practically a sitting duck; who knows where monsters might spawn to ambush you? Inside the shop, at least he only needs to defend one direction.
The stall owner had a typical American redneck look: a burly, obese physique, a scruffy beard, and just like the kids in the game "Moorland," he also had a big, round nose.
He clearly recognized Jung Eun, the unlucky guy who had been taken away by the police, and couldn't help but marvel.
"Not bad, weren't you just arrested by that freeloading cop the day before yesterday? What, you have connections at the station?"
He has a good memory, especially when he's been taken advantage of.
Upon hearing this, Zheng En laughed heartily, "No, I just ran away to avoid the limelight."
Jason listened to their conversation and suddenly understood the origin of the bullet holes in the car.
Moore burst into laughter, "You've got guts! You shot a few officers out!"
Zheng En laughed heartily, "In that case, what you're seeing now might be my vengeful spirit."
"Ugh—this is boring." Moore shook his head and pushed the menu off the table.
Zheng En glanced at the contents. The various styles were basically bread with ham sausage, onions, sauerkraut, tomato pieces, and other ingredients, and finally topped with different sauces.
Unable to figure it out, he handed it to Jason instead, asking, "Anything you'd recommend?"
Jason took it, but didn't even glance at it. "Let me confirm beforehand, is this your treat, or will it be deducted from my tip?"
As agreed, half of the 320 li from the sale of the car was his, but Kold didn't have change in the bills he gave him, so Zheng En gave him 120 li, and then he had to give him another 40 li.
"Don't worry, consider it my treat."
"Then I'll have a Grand Slam Spicy Hot Dog!" Jason's tone brightened. "With extra hot sauce!"
Although he seemed to know Uncle Moore very well, it was only because the location of Uncle Moore's stall overlapped with the area where he "did business".
In reality, he rarely patronized the other man's stall, for the simple reason that he was broke. Uncle Moore's hot dogs were made with high-quality ingredients and weren't cheap; they were mostly bought by gangsters.
If Jason hadn't been certain that Jung Eun was going to treat him, he would still have ordered the cheapest basic option. He always felt he didn't have enough money.
Zheng En considers herself a master at eating spicy food, "Just like him."
Moore gave him change, and Zheng En handed Jason forty.
The hot dogs were made quickly. The sausages sizzled on the hot plate. The bread was cut open, stuffed with lettuce and sausages, topped with cheese, melted with a blowtorch, sprinkled with finely chopped onions and tomatoes, garnished with sliced pickles, large clumps of shredded cabbage, and finally squeezed with various sauces.
It looks and smells delicious, and its appearance alone is enough to whet your appetite.
Finally, we can eat something decent.
Zheng En was so moved he almost cried. It had been so difficult; since he transmigrated, he hadn't had a proper meal.
He took the hot dog and returned to his seat, devouring it even faster than Jason.
On the contrary, Jason across from him chewed slowly, as if he wanted to savor the taste of the hot dog. But before long, the bright red hot sauce made him turn red all over, and he was sweating profusely as he ate.
He finished the cola he had ordered shortly after, but he couldn't bear to order another one, so he fought off the hot dog by himself.
Zheng En then ordered a few more hot dogs and cola. Just as she took the food back, a hooded man walked in.
He walked slowly, looking around as if observing something, his gaze sweeping across the restaurant before finally settling on Moore at the counter.
Zheng En noticed that there were other people standing at the door, but they didn't come in; they just stood there in the shadows.
Could it be that we've just run into a robbery?
Zheng En looked left and right, his hands in his pockets, constantly on guard and ready to draw his gun.
"Welcome." Moore casually placed the gun on the counter. "We only serve hot dogs in the evenings. What would you like to order?"
Hearing the slight rustling of the gun placed on the platform, the hooded man's already short stature diminished further. "Hmm..."
His clothes were hooded, with a large, open bellyband around his stomach, and his hands were in his pockets.
Zheng En noticed the pistol grip peeking out from the corner of the undergarment, and Moore obviously saw it too, but he didn't care, tapping the table with the muzzle of the gun. "Want something to eat?"
"We want money, you idiots!"
The man with the buzz cut who had been lingering at the door couldn't resist taking big strides in. As soon as he entered, he fired two shots at the front of the stage.
Just as Zheng En was about to draw his gun, he was suddenly pulled under the table. Jason held his hand down, saying, "Don't worry, Uncle Moore can handle it."
He spoke with a hot dog in his mouth, his voice muffled, yet remarkably calm amidst the clatter of gunfire.
As he slurped his cola, Jung Eun felt a little dazed.
He peeked out and saw Moore, still with his usual volatile temper, hiding under the counter, using the terrain for cover while firing and shouting curses.
"A brat who hasn't even grown his first hair dares to steal my shop!"
The two robbers were beaten back and forth, but they were still unwilling to give up and tried to fight back. Zheng En looked away and saw a hand patting the hot dog off the table.
The view slid down further, and Jason held the hot dog up to Jung Eun's face. "Here, I wonder how long they'll fight."
"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."