Ordinary people, love and hatred, actions and words, food and desires.
As soon as the two left, a new customer arrived at the Stinky Tofu stand.
"Two orders of stinky tofu."
A deep and magnetic voice fell on the ears of the stand owner, who quickly looked up.
Two tall and slender young men stood in front of the stall, both wearing hats and masks that covered their faces, giving a mysterious and noble feeling.
The one who spoke was wearing a blue fisherman's hat on the left. He was shorter than the young man beside him, and compared to the other man's coldness, he appeared much gentler, with a warm and composed gaze, carrying a hint of outspoken laughter.
"Alright, would you like chili?"
The man thought for a moment and shook his head.
For top singers like Qu Feitai, their voice is more precious than their face, and they usually don't eat stimulating foods.
Qu Feitai took out his phone and scanned the QR code for payment on the stand, casually asking, "How much is it?"