I don't know, but now that I know that the little young master is on his own territory, of course Mr. Fan must do everything he can think of.

If it weren't for Ji Xingxing's clear refusal to accompany their ancestors and grandchildren, Mr. Fan would definitely be on his side energetically.

Song Kangning is not prepared to pick and choose snacks, she plans to eat the whole street.

So now, Song Kangning is standing in front of the first food stall.

Without being instructed, the driver stepped forward first and paid the money according to Mr. Fan's instructions.

Song Kangning understood who sent this person and who he was serving, she tilted her head and raised her eyes to look at Ji Xingxing, and the meaning of the inquiry was clear.

Ji Xingxing raised his eyebrows and grinned lightly.

Song Kangning received the response and immediately waited for the stall owner to fry the fish balls with peace of mind.

No matter how many people come or how many things she has done, in short, she has to grasp the essence of the problem, she is just stained, so she only owes Ji Xingxing a favor!

The stall owner quickly skewered the fried fish balls with bamboo skewers and asked in Cantonese, "Hot sauce or sweet sauce?"

Although Song Kangning didn't understand the content of the question, she could guess it, and pointed to the sauce: "These two strings of sweet sauce, and then two strings of hot sauce." ”

When the driver heard this, he immediately paid for two more strings of fish balls.

Song Kangning took two strings of fish balls, gave Ji Xingxing a string, turned his head and said to the driver: "I don't know if you like to eat it, if you like it, you can buy it too." ”

Speaking of which, she glanced at Ji Xingxing, and she couldn't say anything about it.

Ji Xingxing received her eyes and nodded at the driver: "The money spent by the three of us is from you." ”

Ji Xingxing really doesn't care about the little money he eats in the night market, the Hong Kong dollars on him are enough.

But he couldn't refute the kindness of the Fan family, so he accepted it calmly.

The driver was a little flattered, because because of his identity, protecting the safety of the owner's house is all his job.

When he was working, of course, he was not allowed to eat, drink, and have fun, otherwise how could he do his best?

Moreover, Mr. Fan gave him a high salary, which is second to none among the bodyguards on Hong Kong Island.

But now he was in charge of protecting the two people in front of him, and he could see that these two people were reckless people when he was in the car, of course, maybe because they were relaxing.

The driver wanted to refuse, but he had been aroused by the aroma wafting from the food stall, and he had not been in such a relaxed and market-like environment for a long time, so he nodded his head almost by the ghost.

Then I bought two bunches of fish balls with a little shyness.

The stall owner faces many diners every day, and he has long been trained to have a "sharp eye".

Although his stall will also receive one or two guests who come to eat fish balls in luxury cars for ten days and half a month, they are not as valuable as the young people.

So, he enthusiastically promoted his fish balls: "Let me tell you, why my fish balls are delicious, because the ingredients used are good." ”

"I use yellow croaker, mackerel and eel, unlike other stalls that use cheap shark meat. ”

"The cost is high, my selling price is the same as theirs, a string of seven yuan, an absolute conscience price!"

"And then there is my technique of making fish balls, which is a family secret, which I have been doing since my grandfather, passed on to my dad, and then passed on to my ......"

Song Kangning was originally going to eat while walking, snacks in the market, everyone ate like this.

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