When Nan Yi heard this, he raised his head and looked at Cheng Hainan's eyes, "As sooner or later, I will give you a chance to take it back."

"I won't accept it. A man is a real man, do what he says." Cheng Hainan said with his neck stammering.

"That's fine. If you don't accept it, you won't accept it. When I come to your door one day to beg you, I will not only kneel down, but also call you Master Cheng." Nan Yi said in a calm tone: "Now, Master Cheng, please don't be a villain."

"snort!"

Cheng Hainan took away the money on the table and turned around and left.

About half an hour later, Nan Yi finished reading the map and said to the school beauty: "You can open a file for Cheng Hainan. The death is 31 years old, the cause of death... Forget it, this person is quite strong inside, and he may not be unable to think about it even if he falls from the clouds. He is just too self-esteem, and he is pathological, and has been distorted."

On that day, Nan Yi did not have a ready-made dinner, and Su Meng was not here, so it was obvious where he went.

There was nothing ready, so Nan Yi went out to find food.

A new stall was set up next to Wanghai Tower, making teppanyaki. Nan Yi felt it was new and approached. After a glance, he saw that some pig miscellaneous meat on the iron plate were cooking, such as pork neck, pig intestine, pig heart, pig lungs, pig liver, and oil.

Teppanyaki is still a relatively fresh cooking method in China. Although tracing back to history, there were many records of teppanyaki and stone cooking in ancient times, today's Teppanyaki has been passed down from Japan and has not become popular on the market yet. It can only be seen in some relatively high-end foreign-related restaurants;

The method is quite monotonous, with only iron plate lamb chops, steaks, etc. Even if there are local improvements, they still cook some more expensive ingredients. The food of Xialiba people is still not as good as iron plates. This is the first time Nanyi has seen it on the streets.

Looking at the oil bubbles on the iron plate and smelling the scent of the nose, although she knew that the cholesterol of pigs was high, Nan Yi was still preparing to try it.

"Boss, how do you sell it?"

"Two dollars per plate."

"Come on, and send it to me..."

Nan Yi was just about to ask the stall owner to send it to the next door to the fan sale stall, but he saw Mou Nande sitting on the stall, who had never met in his life, but had seen several photos in the newspaper. There were several young people sitting around him, including Pan Wuju.
Chapter completed!