A terrible nickname

While Bai Lang was in a daze, his thoughts were in a mess, and it was time for lunch. He was on the third line, so he could only watch as the people in front of him entered one by one.

"Do I eat bacon rice, chopped pot rice, or pork ribs with fermented bean rice? Why don't I get a serving of each?" Bai Lang thought he could do it!

However, on second thought, he would be blacklisted if he couldn't finish it.

Of course, there were a lot of people like Bai Lang who were hesitant, such as the person behind him.

He looked to be in his forties and was dressed in a formal suit, as if he had just come out of some meeting or banquet.

Of course, his age was just a guess. He could not rule out the possibility that he looked very young and was not as calm as Bai Lang. He muttered,""Tofu fish from the Wu River, Mandarin Duck pigeon, fried preserved meat with folded ear root, sour fish soup from Kai Li, spicy chicken, and xishunyang chicken are all very famous."