Shen Ping looked around at the smoke and lameness, as well as the loud and noisy people, bare-armed, smoking, spitting everywhere, and then at the dirty table in front of her eyes, she suddenly lost her appetite.

When Shen Ping was sitting in Zhao Bin's car in the basement, Zhao Bin said that she would bring her to dinner. What she thought was either Chinese or Western food, but she didn't expect the other party to take her to the roadside for barbecue.

"Thirty strings of tendon, thirty strings of mutton, three waists, five strings of chicken gizzard..." The waiter muttered a lot, and no matter whether Zhao Bin and...