The group wandered through the city, chatting as they walked. Before they knew it, the time was already 6:10 in the evening.
Soon, they arrived at a bustling street. Looking ahead, they saw a large shop called Xiangxiang Barbecue about a few dozen meters away, with a crowd of people gathered in front.
Zhang Ziming pointed at the barbecue place ahead and said, "How about we eat there? I can't walk anymore."
After the girls sized up the restaurant, they nodded in agreement.
Meng Qianyu said with a smile, "Then it's settled. My treat tonight~"
As she spoke, she grabbed Tang Ziyun and Su Qingci, and the three of them quickly headed toward the shop entrance.
"Hi, how many in your party?" a staff member asked.
"Eleven."
"Alright, you'll need to take a number and queue up~"
"About how long is the wait?"
"Probably around half an hour," a server at the entrance replied with a smile.
Meng Qianyu nodded. "Okay then, give us a number."
"Sure thing. Please have a seat here and rest. We'll call your number when it's ready."
"Okay."
Just then, Su Yang and the others caught up.
After sitting and waiting at the entrance for over thirty minutes, they followed a server inside.
Since they hadn't made a reservation, they had to sit on the very crowded first floor.
The dining area on the first floor of this restaurant was huge, and the ambiance was excellent, particularly suitable for family gatherings or small get-togethers with friends.
At the far end of the hall, there was a red song and dance stage.
On the wall behind the stage was a large screen playing some traditional song and dance performances of the Yi ethnic group.
Su Yang looked toward the stage and asked, "Do you have performances here?"
"Yes, sir. You've come at just the right time. We have ethnic song and dance performances every night at seven."
"Oh? That's nice."
"You can take a look at what you'd like to order. Just scan the QR code on the table," the server said, pointing at the printed code.
"Okay, we'll have a look first."
Meng Qianyu agreed and took out her phone to scan the code.
"By the way, what are your restaurant's specialties?" she asked.
"Yes, we have a signature dish: special ecological suckling pig. Freshly slaughtered daily, guaranteed to be fresh."
"The meat is tender, fatty but not greasy. You could order one to try."
Looking at the picture of the suckling pig on her phone that the server mentioned, Meng Qianyu had thought it was a whole piglet. It turned out to be just various cuts of pork, like pork belly, pork ribs, etc.
Still, the picture did look quite good.
She smiled and nodded. "Alright, let's start with three orders of pork belly."
"Great. You can just select and add the quantity on your phone, miss."
"Okay."
Next, Meng Qianyu ordered a whole bunch more items: grilled beef skewers, grilled small intestines, grilled pork ribs, and so on.
After ordering, the group sat and chatted.
Chu Qiunan looked at the girls and asked, "Ladies, where do you want to go after we finish eating?"
"Not sure. We don't really know what fun places are around here," Su Qingci said.
Meng Qianyu thought for a moment. "I'd like to find a quiet place for drinks."
Tang Ziyun raised her hand in agreement. "Me too. I don't want to drink alcohol anymore~"
Zhong Qing said with a laugh, "Well then, how about we go get bubble tea later?"
"Sounds good~ We can sit for a bit and then head back to the hotel to sleep. My legs are still a bit sore."
"What about you guys? Where do you want to go?" Meng Qianyu asked, looking at Chu Qiunan and the other boys.
Chu Qiunan thought it over. "We were thinking of going for some drinks~"
"Again?"
"We could drink here too, you know. It's not like we drove anyway," Su Qingci said.
"Drinking here feels different from drinking at a bar."
"Then how about you go for drinks, and we'll go for bubble tea?" Tang Ziyun suggested.
Chu Qiunan glanced at the other guys. That was exactly the sentence he was hoping for.
He pretended to be regretful. "We're splitting up?"
"Mainly because we don't want to drink alcohol. Bars are too noisy."
At this point, Meng Wenzhou chimed in. "Then let's each do our own thing. You go for bubble tea, we'll go for drinks."
"Sounds good~"
"Pan Pan, are you coming with us?" Meng Wenzhou asked, looking at Pan Ning.
Pan Ning nodded. "Sure."
"Huh? You... you're not going with your sisters?"
"Compared to bubble tea, I prefer alcohol."
Hearing this, the boys secretly shot Meng Wenzhou a look.
Seeing that Pan Ning wasn't going for bubble tea, the girls hesitated again.
Meng Qianyu thought about it and said, "If my sister doesn't go, there'll be too few of us. Forget it, we'll go with you guys~"
Tang Ziyun pursed her lips. "Fine then. But let's pick a quiet pub. They have other beverages there too."
"This..."
Seeing the situation unfold, the boys exchanged glances.
Pan Ning said calmly, "What? Don't want us to come along?"
"Not at all. We'd love for you to come~" Zhang Ziming could only bite the bullet and say this now.
Su Yang then said with a smile, "Then let's all go together. We'll find a quiet bar to sit at, and we won't stay out too late."
"Okay."
At that moment, a message was secretly posted in the boys' group chat.
Meng Wenzhou took out his phone to look.
Chu Qiunan: @Meng Wenzhou, my good brother, why did you have to add that extra comment?
Ji Bo: Yeah, now look. The girls are all coming. How are we supposed to seek out lovely encounters now?
Meng Wenzhou: How was I supposed to know Pan Pan would come?
Su Yang: It's fine. The girls being there doesn't stop you from luring... no, picking up, wait that's not right either... should be called striking up a conversation. Anyway, you're all single, what's there to be afraid of? There's nothing wrong with normally looking for a connection.
Chu Qiunan: That seems true. Alright then, let's go with that.
Ji Bo: Ok.
Zhang Ziming: What about me?
Su Yang: You? You'll just have to honestly be my wingman, what else did you want to do?
Zhang Ziming: [Smile]
Soon, the server brought all their ordered dishes to the table one by one.
A charcoal grill was placed in the center of the table. The server stood by, placing the meats on the grill to cook.
Before long, the pork belly, small intestines, pork ribs, and other foods on the grill began to sizzle and glisten with oil.
The distinctive aroma of barbecue wafted into their noses.
Tang Ziyun, unable to wait any longer, said, "That smells amazing. Is it ready to eat?"
The server flipped the pork and checked, smiling. "The pork belly is ready~"
"Great! Let's dig in, I'm not holding back."
Tang Ziyun had been hungry for a while. She picked up a piece of golden-brown grilled pork belly, dipped it in the special sauce on her plate, and then popped the whole thing into her mouth.
Everyone turned to look at her.
She ate, nodding uncontrollably. "Mmm!! Delicious. Hurry up and eat, why are you all looking at me?"
"Okay, let's eat."
They ate and chatted. Right at seven o'clock, a male host in a suit walked onto the song and dance stage.
He first warmed up the atmosphere, then invited a local Yi ethnic song and dance troupe to begin performing traditional ethnic songs and dances for the guests.
The diners applauded, enjoying the delicious barbecue while watching the performance. For a while, the entire dining area was buzzing with excitement.
Accompanied by the singing, about an hour and a half later, Su Yang and the others were full and satisfied.
After Meng Qianyu settled the bill, everyone got up and left the barbecue restaurant.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...