Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 138 Stephen Chow

Li Jian, holding Xiao Jing, glanced at her and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Afen didn't dare look Li Jian in the eye.

This man was able to endure that situation, and Afen was starting to get a little scared of him.

Her most prized assets were completely useless in front of this man.

"Then let's have mixed noodles!"

Li Jian led Afen to a roadside stall.

Afen was somewhat disappointed.

She thought that someone as rich as Li Jian might take her to a French restaurant for steak, but instead she ended up eating mixed noodles.

Moreover, this offal noodle stall is right by the roadside.

The stall owner looked up when he saw someone approaching.

Afen tugged at Li Jian's sleeve and whispered, "Shall we go to another place?"

"why?"

“Look at this woman, she looks weird, and she has a scar on her face. She might have some kind of infectious disease.” Afen clearly had a prejudice against the female stall owner’s appearance.

Li Jian glanced at it.

The woman's hair was a mess, as if it had been bombed by a 25-pound TNT bomb. Her skin was dark and rough, and there was a scar more than ten centimeters long on her right cheek, which stretched from her forehead to her chin, making her look both ferocious and terrifying.

The scar injured the female stall owner's eye, causing her right eye to be squinted and unable to open completely.

The female shop owner was wearing a white polka-dot dress that was completely out of character for her.

Actually, the female shop owner shouldn't be that old, maybe around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

But the erosion of time and the trials of life have added a touch of weariness to her.

"Boss lady, three bowls of mixed noodles, please!"

Li Jian isn't a picky eater.

Although the conditions here are basic, hygiene is guaranteed.

Ah Fen whispered, "Let's have two bowls, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat later."

The words were not finished.

Ah Fen's stomach started rumbling like an empty city.

Afen hasn't had a drop of water since last night, and she spent the whole night in the toilet. She's starving.

Li Jian raised his hand and said, "Four bowls, thank you!"

The proprietress served the food quickly. "Four bowls of mixed noodles, 23.8 yuan per bowl, totaling 95.2 yuan."

Li Jian pulled out a Hong Kong dollar bill. "Keep the change."

Xiao Jing looked up, took Li Jian's hand, and asked, "Brother, can I have the spare change you don't want?"

Li Jian patted her head: "What does Xiao Jing need money for?"

Xiao Jing whispered sweetly in Li Jian's ear, "Mom works so hard. Xiao Jing wants to earn money so that Mom won't have to work so hard."

Li Jian's heart tightened, and he paused for a moment while touching Xiao Jing's hand.

Tong Yan Wuji.

Children's words can sometimes be very hurtful.

Perhaps Ali was willing to help the mother and son not only because he was seduced by Afen's lust, but more likely because of Xiaojing's innocence and understanding.

Li Jian took a Hong Kong dollar bill out of his pocket and stuffed it into Xiao Jing's small bag: "If Xiao Jing continues to be this good, I'll give you a reward. But making money is an adult's business, so don't worry about it."

"Eat noodles!"

Li Jian picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

The snack stall was doing very well; several customers came and filled all the tables at the noodle stall.

Ah Fen picked and chose in the mixed noodles with some disdain, even picking out the large intestine and putting it on the table.

Li Jian ignored her.

Some people like to eat large intestines, while others don't, which is perfectly understandable.

A man wearing brown sunglasses came to the noodle stall and said, "Boss, a bowl of mixed noodles, please."

"Sir, Madam, would you mind if I shared a table with you?"

A man wearing brown glasses walked over carrying a bowl of mixed noodles and asked politely.

Li Jian looked up and scanned the surroundings.

All the other tables were full, but there was still an empty seat at my table.

Li Jian shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter, we're almost done eating."

"Thank you!"

The man with the brown glasses thanked him, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the small stool repeatedly.

After wiping the small stools, I started wiping the small tables.

This smooth combo left Li Jian and the other two stunned.

The man sat down as if no one else was there, took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the bamboo tube, picked up a piece of radish, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and said, "I didn't pick out the radish, too much fibrous stuff, what a failure!"

"The alkaline noodles weren't rinsed in cold water, so this soup tastes alkaline. It's a failure!"

"The fish balls didn't taste like fish, but to cover it up, they added curry sauce to make them curry fish balls. What a failure!"

"The pork skin was overcooked and mushy, it had no chewiness, a failure!"

"The pig's blood floss fell apart as soon as I tried to pick it up; it was a complete failure!"

"The worst part is the large intestine; it wasn't cleaned properly and there was still poop inside. Are you kidding me?"

The bespectacled man held up the large intestine and handed it to the stall owner.

The female stall owner glanced at it and said indifferently, "I already said this is mixed noodles, what's so strange about a piece or two of shit? Twenty-three yuan and eight jiao!"

The bespectacled man laughed and said, "You're going to give it to me? Sigh, after all this talk, just give me thirty yuan so I can see a doctor."

The female stall owner spat, "Get lost!"

The bespectacled man persisted, saying, "Give me some face, I am, after all, the God of Cookery."

"God of Cookery?"

"God of Cookery!"

As he spoke, the bespectacled man lifted his sunglasses, revealing a face that looked remarkably like Stephen Chow from the Flying Tigers.

If it weren't for the skinny, bespectacled man in front of him, Li Jian would have really thought Stephen Chow had come over to eat mixed noodles.

Ah Fen chuckled: "Ah Jian, look at that guy, he doesn't even have a hundred dollars to his name, yet he calls himself the God of Food. It's true that he eats shit."

Li Jian said very seriously, "Maybe he really is the God of Cookery."

The bespectacled man is none other than Stephen Chow, the once-famous "God of Cookery," who has fallen on hard times and is now living on the streets after being framed by his closest friend.

Li Jian may not remember other Hong Kong films very clearly, but he can recite the God of Cookery by heart.

Stephen Zhou continued to haggle with the proprietress: "Hey, give me a hand, brother, even a dollar or a few cents would be fine, please give me something... I beg you, please help me out."

While they were begging for food, a guy in a yellow shirt rushed over.

He knocked Stephen Zhou to the ground with a single punch.

Stephen Zhou came crashing down on him.

Li Jian, holding Xiao Jing in one arm and pulling A Fen with the other, dodged Stephen Chow's attack.

Before Stephen Chow could get up...

Then a young man in a black T-shirt kicked out and knocked Stephen Chow's glasses off.

The two men punched and kicked Stephen Zhou, causing him to scream in agony and spit blood from his mouth and nose.

Li Jian blindfolded Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing said, "Brother, there's nothing strange about it. Fights happen here every day."

"Fighting every day? Aren't there any police officers around?" Li Jian asked, somewhat surprised.

Ah Fen said, "These are all poor bastards. They don't even have money to pay compensation when they fight. If they win, they make money; if they lose, they're just unlucky. They're worthless lives, and nobody cares."

This was the first time Li Jian had heard of it.

The man in the yellow shirt shouted as he hit him, "You bastard, how dare you interfere with our business! I'll beat you to death!"

The female stall owner waved her hand and said, "Alright, stop hitting me."

The two men each spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Stephen Chow's face.