In the end, the yellowfin tuna Wang Fan caught didn't make it ashore; by the third day of the task, it had beco ingredients.
And this tuna helped Wang Fan complete his task smoothly, earning the coveted Golden Legend Level recipe—Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
However, he can't cook this dish yet; while the cooking skills required are secondary, the ti requirent is indeed high. A dish takes at least three days to complete.
By this ti, it was unconsciously Thursday, and Wang Fan proposed the return voyage.
Upon hearing Wang Fan was going to Chongqing, Zhuo Qianqian insisted on tagging along. It was soon the weekend, and she planned to fly directly to Chongqing on Friday evening, with Wang Fan going ashore today and heading straight to Chongqing.
Shen Teng was quite reluctant for Wang Fan to leave, not just because he would miss Wang Fan's culinary skills, but also because Wang Fan was one of his few friends. However, he could only wish Wang Fan a smooth journey, unable to join for so fun and gas, as he had reached the age to inherit the family business.
In a few days, he would start working at his family's company, beginning as a director—a position many people can never achieve in their lifeti.
Looking at Shen Teng's bitter face, Wang Fan felt like kicking him. The point is, this guy isn't being pretentious but genuinely unwilling, which is truly infuriating.
Sending a friend off on a journey always ends in parting; Wang Fan waved, leaving behind a carefree silhouette, and turned to get into his RV, heading toward Chongqing.
...
Chongqing Airport.
Wang Fan, wearing a mask, waited at the arrival gate for Zhuo Qianqian. Instead of driving to the airport, he took the bus, since Zhuo Qianqian wanted to experience a yellow Ferrari.
Although it had only been a week since they last t, Wang Fan was very excited to see the figure racing toward him.
Zhuo Qianqian leaped into Wang Fan's arms, the intimate scene making a group of onlookers quite envious.
She ca to et Wang Fan without needing to bring luggage; carrying only her small backpack was enough, as the RV was fully equipped with everything necessary, making it very convenient.
There was a taxi stand right outside the arrival gate, and after waiting in line for a while, they boarded the legendary cab.
Wang Fan keenly noticed that the taxi sign atop Chongqing's taxis was different from those elsewhere; it was the first ti he'd seen a vertically placed sign.
The driver, a man in his forties with a slender build and a friendly smile, heard Wang Fan jokingly ask, "Driver, why do you place the taxi sign vertically? Is it to reduce wind resistance?"
The driver chuckled, "How could it be? It's purely for aesthetics. Please fasten your seatbelt; we're about to set off."
When outsiders arrive in Chongqing, they likely first visit the bomb shelter hotpot restaurant. The most representative cuisine of Chongqing is hotpot, and the well-known bomb shelter hotpot is especially famous.
Zhuo Qianqian hurried out without even having dinner, nor did she eat on the plane. Compared to that, Chongqing hotpot is certainly more tempting, and for her, hunger was just a matter of three or four hours.
The driver maintained a very smooth pace, leading Wang Fan to believe that online accounts were exaggerated until Zhuo Qianqian recklessly uttered a sentence that changed everything. It was 9 PM, and the roads were sowhat congested. Worried about starving during the wait, Zhuo Qianqian silently said:
"Driver, we're a bit short on ti."
Upon hearing this, Wang Fan felt the driver underwent a transformation, like a sword previously sheathed, showing no sharpness. But Zhuo Qianqian's words seed to draw a faint glint from the sword.
Although the sword wasn't fully unsheathed, the glimr left Wang Fan feeling an overwhelming pressure.
The driver's voice beca slightly deep as he asked, "Young man, young lady, follow the GPS or follow ?"
Wang Fan thought he should firmly say to follow the GPS, sensing the situation diverting to an unusual path.
However, before he could speak, Zhuo Qianqian excitedly and decisively replied, "Of course, we'll follow you."
Firstly, she genuinely wanted to experience the yellow Ferrari; secondly, she was truly hungry.
Wang Fan clearly sensed the driver's excitent, with a phrase from Zhang Chi popping into his mind—it's been a long ti since anyone dared ask to drive fast.
"Rember, young lady, in Chongqing, the GPS is dead, but people are alive, oh..."
With the utterance of "oh," Wang Fan felt an enormous push from behind, and the next mont, he was glued to the seat back, quickly grabbing the window handle with one hand and Zhuo Qianqian with the other.
The driver, while aggressively turning the wheel, grumbled, "Everyone's scrutinizing my driving—get on the light rail if they think I'm driving slow."
Wang Fan now didn't have ti to listen to the driver's words, experiencing a feeling akin to being propelled forward with his soul chasing after.
Just as he believed this to be the fastest taxi, a yellow blur swiftly sped past, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The driver erupted angrily, "Yee, your wife leaving you, driving so fast!"
Through this journey, Wang Fan realized why Chongqing taxi drivers have such notoriety; their chatter is relentless!
Beijing taxi drivers are famous for being conversationalists. As soon as you get in, if you dare to engage, they can chat about anything under the sun until the end of ti.
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