Perhaps because the opening had been so smooth, Qin Bei felt a surge of ambition. Beside him, the aroma of the nearby food street made Zhouzhou's mouth water.
She tugged at Qin Bei's sleeve, saying, "Sixth Brother, I'm hungry."
She hadn't eaten before leaving home and had followed her Sixth Brother in search of food, walking such a long distance that she felt she could devour an entire ox.
Qin Bei, full of confidence, declared, "Wait here, I'll get us some food!"
"Mm-hmm! Thank you, Sixth Brother, you're the best." Qin Bei, flattered by her praise, strutted towards a fried chicken shop with an air of superiority.
At the window, he stood on tiptoe and raised his bowl. "Uncle, could you give me a drumstick?" he asked.
Remembering Zhouzhou's appetite, he quickly corrected himself, "Please give me ten drumsticks, ten burgers, and three cups of cola."
The shopkeeper gave him a disdainful look. "Go away, don't disturb my business," he snapped, waving him off impatiently.