As crayfish was not that popular yet, Julian drove around the city for a very long time before he found a crayfish shop near the suburbs on a food street with stalls that sold midnight snacks.
At this moment, the evening lights lit up. The food street was near several factories, so many workers and residents who lived around the area would come out for a stroll. Thus, the place was currently bustling with energy.
Julian went to order the food, and when he returned to his seat, he muttered, “This stuff is incredibly cheap back home. You can see crayfish everywhere in the waterways, and they cost one buck per pound. I can’t believe this place is charging me 15 bucks.”
There were two men and two women at Jasper’s table. Especially with Wendy’s good looks, everyone had their eyes on them.
Wendy hardly ever visited places like this, so she began studying her environment curiously.
Whenever she threw a glance at the shirtless men who were holding glasses of draft beer and boasting loudly, they would subconsciously tone down their actions—even to the point where they put down their foot that was propped up on the stool.
Jasper arranged the disposable tableware for Wendy and said with a smile, “The food in a hotel is good, but street food is unique in its own way as well. If I must pick one, I’ll pick street food over food in hotels because I feel more at ease here.”
Wendy scrunched up her nose and said in disbelief, “Why are you still racking your brains thinking of ways to earn so much money then?”
“I’m not making money for the sole purpose of buying food. Although food is viewed as a primary need, how much can we really eat? If eating is my main goal, then I would’ve retired a long time ago.” Jasper laughed.
“What’s your purpose of making money then, Jasper?” Julian asked because he rarely heard Jasper mention these things.
Jasper pondered for a moment and chuckled. “There are many beautiful places in this world that I have yet to discover. I’d love to visit these places, but I’m bound to bump into problems in the process. It just so happens that money is the best solution to these problems.”
After hearing what he said, Julian scratched his head and said awkwardly, “I don’t understand.”
As they spoke, the female shop owner came over with the dishes they ordered. A large bowl of steaming crayfish was placed at the center of the table. The scarlet-colored crayfish stood out, while the steam and fragrance aroused everyone’s appetite.
“I’ve not eaten crayfish for so long.” Jasper picked up a crayfish despite it being steaming hot. He quickly peeled off the shell and popped it into his mouth. His eyes lit up as he said, “Yup, this is it. This is the taste!”
Having said that, Jasper peeled another crayfish for Wendy and said, “Try it. You can’t get this in hotels.”
Wendy was about to take it when there was someone guffawing at the next table.
“F*cking dope, I’d say. I’ve seen people put on a show, but not as good as them. They’re talking about making big bucks one second and big hotels the next.”
“Those who are clever enough will know that you’re eating in a shop in a food street, but those who don’t might think that you’re a king from a foreign country here to gain life experiences.”
What followed after those words were bursts of laughter.
Julian frowned and then turned his head in annoyance. He saw three to five men sitting next to their table. The man who spoke earlier had a perverted look on his face as he leered at Wendy, seemingly proud of the things he just said.
Julian was even more crossed now and was just about to get up when Jasper said, “Remain in your seat, Julian.”
Jasper then turned around and looked at the perverted man, saying, “Whether I’m pretending or not is my business. Does that affect you?”
The pervert chuckled and said with a sinister gaze, “I didn’t know that eating at a food street can boost your sense of superiority. We lads should keep a low profile when we go out. We shouldn’t say hilarious things like that just to pick up ladies.”
As he spoke, the perverted man whistled at Wendy frivolously and laughed. “Hey gorgeous, what’s so good about dating this good-for-nothing pretty boy? Why don’t you come over and sit with us? Have a drink with tough men like us, eh?”
As soon as the man finished his sentence, a wine bottle was smashed into his forehead.
