Times Square, Hong Kong.

If you come to Hong Kong without shopping, it is equivalent to coming for nothing, which is the only purpose for mainland tourists to come to Hong Kong besides playing.

Han Xiang is also a woman no matter how she says it, and women, when faced with bright clothes, their IQ will always drop below sea level in that instant.

Yan Murong was very idle during this time, and at the request of Han Xiang, she accompanied her to Times Square, which is known as a shopping paradise.

"Compared with Suzhou and Hangzhou, this place is really prosperous." Han Xiang said with a sigh.

"It's not comparable." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Hong Kong has the prosperity of Hong Kong, Suzhou and Hangzhou have the charm of Suzhou and Hangzhou, one is an international city, the other is a city based on antiquity, the two cities have different heritage, and the content shown is different, there is no comparison."

"That's a good idea." Han Xiangqiao smiled.

In the following time, Yan Murong once again experienced the helplessness of accompanying women shopping. They can look at a piece of clothing for ten minutes, try it on for another ten minutes, and finally judge it for ten minutes, and then come to the conclusion that they will not buy it.

"Why don't you just buy a few pieces?" After two hours, Yan Murong couldn't stand it anymore, and looked at Han Xiang and said discussantly. "I'll pay for you."

"You don't understand." Han Xiang put down the shoes that had been fiddling with her for a while and said with a smile. "Shopping, the focus is on that shopping - this is a kind of fun, just like a man and a woman go to bed, men always have to kiss and touch first, and then get to the point, which is the same as women shopping, we are experiencing this kind of fun."

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Yan Murong was a little stunned, although this woman had been in Suzhou and Hangzhou for a long time, she still had the temperament of Yan Jingniu, if she really talked about it, ordinary people really couldn't resist it.

"Giggles." Seeing the expression on Yan Murong's face, Han Xiang giggled. "Brother Yan, you don't think I'm a little too Menglang, right?"

"No, no." Yan Murong hurriedly shook his head. "I was thinking about what you said, and now that I think about it, it seems to be true."

After shopping for a few more hours, when the time on the mobile phone pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Murong finally couldn't hold back the protest and forcibly ended Han Xiang's shopping trip. He couldn't figure it out, how could these women be virtuous, as soon as they started shopping, they would be endless, and they didn't shout that they were tired or hungry.

"Brother Yan, in order to thank you for accompanying me for most of the day, I will invite you to dinner." Han Xiang said with a smile and stretched out his hand to point forward. "That's it."

Turning his head, Yan Murong saw that the place Han Xiang was referring to was a tea restaurant with Hong Kong characteristics.

Yan Murong is a foodie, so he naturally knows this kind of place very well. Two of the most distinctive places to eat in Hong Kong are the street food stalls, and the other is the tea and tea restaurants that focus on Western snacks.

The things here are naturally a little more expensive than the food stalls on the street, but the consumption is not high, it belongs to the place of consumption of the common class, and the food in it is varied, the style is also good, and the taste is pleasant, which is deeply loved by locals and foreign tourists.

Mexican meal buns, honey barbecued pork buns, mille-feuille durian crisp - everything that Yan Murong thought was delicious, he ordered one of the same, and finally asked for two bowls of preserved egg and lean porridge, and then stopped ordering in the surprised eyes of the waiter.

"Two guests, are you packing and taking away?" The waiter asked in half-baked Mandarin.

"Eat here." Yan Murong said.

"That's—that's good." After thinking about it, the waiter felt that he didn't need to remind anything, anyway, you spend your own money, you can eat as much as you want, and if you can't eat it, take it away.

The model of the tea restaurant is very similar to that of a fast food restaurant, less than five minutes after Yan Murong ordered dinner, a basket of dishes of snacks was served and the whole table was filled.

"Brother Yan, can you eat this?" Looking at the full dining table, Han Xiang was a little dumbfounded, she only ordered a cage of shrimp dumplings and a bowl of porridge, which only occupied a corner of the table, and the rest of the place was occupied by the things that Yan Murong ordered.

"I'm not a fan of Lang Fei food." Yan Murong said with a smile, and after speaking, he grabbed a barbecued pork bun the size of two adults' fists, and swallowed it in three or two bites, which made Han Xiang even more dumbfounded.

"Look at what I'm doing, eat." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Eat, this way of eating can be delicious, what kind of taste can be eaten with small bites?"

"Oh, I'll eat, I'll eat." Han Xiang came back from the shock, nodded busily, picked up a shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, but it looked very cute.

Just when Yan Murong had wiped out most of the food on the table, three men with shirtless bodies, dragon and tiger tattoos, and gold necklaces the thickness of little thumbs around their necks walked in, calling for waiters.

It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and this time is the time when some people are used to drinking afternoon tea, although this tea restaurant is quite large, with more than 20 tables, but now it is also full, and a few men who are not good people at first glance find that there is no seat, so they noisily ask the waiter to find a seat for them.

The waiter was also a little embarrassed, there were many people drinking afternoon tea, the table was basically full, and there were many people sharing the table, it was really not easy to find a table for these three people, and he was embarrassed, so he found that Yan Murong only had two people sitting at this table.

Seeing the waiter walking over to this side, Yan Murong's brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir." The waiter bowed lightly to Yan Murong apologetically and said. "Look, there are only two people at your table, can you share a table with these people?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not used to sitting and eating with people I don't know." Yan Murong decisively refused, if he was the only one, he would fight the table, and now that Han Xiang was here, he was really a little worried that something would happen to these guys.

Sure enough, Yan Murong's worries were not unreasonable, just after he refused, the waiter was pushed aside by the big man standing in front, the muscles in his chest trembled, his eyes swept around Yan Murong's body, and finally landed on Han Xiang's body, and he said a bunch of Cantonese that Yan Murong didn't understand.

"If you're okay, just cool off, will you?" Yan Murong frowned and looked at the big man and said. "Also, I don't understand what you're saying."

"From the mainland?" Dahan changed to Mandarin, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded.

"Oh, then you hear me clearly." Dahan said word by word. "I'll tell you to get out of the way now, I'm going to have afternoon tea with this beauty."