After returning to the town, Fang Ming did not go back to the restaurant immediately, but found a place to eat. It was too late, and he managed to find a barbecue spot, and it seemed to be the only place in the town that was still open.

"Boss, what else to eat?"

Fang Ming walked to the barbecue grill, and it seemed that there were only chicken wings and some green vegetables left.

"That's all."

At this time, he was already hungry, and it was so late, it was already quite good to have something to eat, and there was no other choice Fang Ming simply ordered ten chicken wings in one go, and then ordered some green vegetables, asking for one or five bottles of beer.

Less than ten minutes after sitting down, two chicken wings were served first, and I have to say that they were roasted really well, charred inside and tender outside, and the chili powder and the like were also quite good, and the oil was bubbling up when I bit into it.

"Whew!"

Spit out a mouthful of hot air mixed with spicy air, Fang Ming poured a sip of beer into his stomach, and his eyes narrowed in comfort.

In fact, many times eating food is not necessarily expensive, in fact, there are many delicacies on the street, and simple things can also be delicious. For example, this is what Fang Ming is eating now. The town is not big, but there must be a lot of stalls with this kind of barbecue, and the competition will be very fierce, and those who can survive are all hand-handed, or there are not many people to eat at all.

Chicken wings one after another