Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 216 - 217: Online Romance Has Risks, Meeting in Real Life Requires Caution
"Then I’m going to take it off, we’ve agreed, so please don’t be disappointed, brothers."
This statement still rings in their ears, but everyone in the audience is already filled with regret.
Wasn’t it better with the mask on? Why did we insist on asking them to take it off?
Indeed, maintaining distance and mystery between people truly creates beauty!
With the mask on, we could still harbor fantasies about beauty, but once it’s off, it’s nothing but harsh reality!
Given the tolerance among us cosplayers, even if you looked like an ordinary person, we could put a filter on you and turn you into a fairy, but you go ahead and look like a bearded burly man! How are we supposed to react to that?!
That’s right, the cute, adorable bear mascot, the girl with the sweet, soft voice who you’d just want to hug, turned out to be a rugged bearded guy once the mask came off!
Yang Shoucheng laughed heartily on stage with the microphone: "This story tells us one thing—online affection has risks, meeting in person must be cautious, the one who calls you ’brother’ in a cutesy voice online might very well be someone like me!"
The latter half was again spoken in the cute voice, leaving the cosplayers in the audience completely petrified.
Wang Fan was almost bursting with laughter: "Are you still planning to take them home as a sister to raise?"
Zhuo Qianqian felt her heart crack, and with Wang Fan’s words, it felt like she was cracking too.
Nowadays they say contrast in character settings is the best, but this level of contrast is just too much, isn’t it?!
If there were a crack in the ground right now, Zhuo Qianqian would definitely dive in first.
Fortunately, Wang Fan didn’t put her in a difficult position and turned to walk towards another stage.
This stage looked much more upscale and grand, not only larger in area, but even the equipment and quality of the cosplayers seemed way stronger; Wang Fan could tell at a glance, these must be the so-called professional cosplayers.
The cosplayer on stage now was wearing a high ponytail and had a golden ribbon tied around her eyes, perfectly accentuating her fiery red lips.
She wore a black short robe, with the cleavage cut extremely low, making people dizzy with the sight of sin.
Her lower body was even more striking, with shorts that were level with her thighs, and black stockings shining with a captivating, cold allure under the lights, along with 12 cm high black patent leather high heels, making the leg lines exceedingly exaggerated.
Seeing this person, the phrase ’professional cosplayers are terrifying’ echoed in everyone’s mind!
Whether it’s temperament, appearance, physique, costumes, expressions, or moves, she truly outshone everyone below.
Then the rhythmic music started, and the cosplayer danced to the rhythm on stage, her tall figure twisting like a water snake, instantly causing screams throughout the venue.
It was evident that this cosplayer’s dance skills were excellent; every move was perfectly executed, matching the music seamlessly, and dancing steadily in 12 cm high heels was truly refreshing people’s perception of the level of professional cosplayers once again.
This incredibly endowed professional cosplayer, who’s generous and stacked with countless buffs, surely makes any man unable to resist taking a few extra glances.
Wang Fan was watching intensely when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his waist.
Looking down, he saw Zhuo Qianqian pouting: "Boss, time to prepare for the afternoon meal!"
Wang Fan was surprised, looking up to check the time, there was a large digital clock.
"Huh? It’s already half past three? I feel like I haven’t been out long?"
Wang Fan muttered in confusion and then said: "Alright, let’s go back, the ingredients should have arrived by now."
Zhuo Qianqian puffed up her cheeks in frustration but trotted a few steps to catch up with him.
"Boss, what are we having for dinner? I’m a bit hungry."
She had only eaten a bit of almond tofu at noon, which was just a sweet snack compared to her appetite.
Wang Fan chuckled and said: "Today is Yula’s special, we’re having golden shrimp balls for dinner."
Zhuo Qianqian didn’t say anything, but somehow, the slight depression in her heart was replaced by another emotion.
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Back at the booth, sure enough, there were several bulging bags waiting for him.
Carrying the bags into the shop, he began to busy himself.
Even though Wang Fan wasn’t part of the cosplayer circle, his online popularity was indeed high, and as soon as he opened up, many people came over to watch.
Among them were a few gathered together, pointing and discussing Wang Fan in low voices, catching Wang Fan’s attention.
"Is this the wild boss from before that went viral online? Doesn’t seem hard to run into?"
"I’m not very sure, but someone from the foodie circle coming to our cosplayer circle seems a bit cross-industry."
"The cosplay level is quite average, those clothes obviously look like flea market goods. It’s clear you’re not from the circle, so don’t try to fit in; really, outsiders should just stay out."
"Yula’s level isn’t good either, before someone said the resemblance was high, but it obviously looks amateurish."
"Just relying on good conditions, the makeup skills are far too lacking."
"This level coming out to embarrass themselves is truly lowering the industry standard."
The sourness in their words was unmistakable.
These days even RMB has people saying "I don’t like it, I have no concept of RMB," let alone people.
Wang Fan never thought he’d be more popular than RMB.
The few gathered weren’t speaking quietly, and Wang Fan could hear them clearly.
He could laugh off what they said about him, but speaking about his little assistant turned his expression dark.
Zhuo Qianqian was right next to Wang Fan, so if he could hear, she could too; the words were harsh, but they said the truth, those people looked indeed very professional, and he acknowledged their comments.
It was just a hobby, after all, there was no need to challenge someone else’s livelihood.
However, Zhuo Qianqian had her own pride; otherwise, shall we compare math olympiad problems? You guys can all come at once!
She didn’t want to stoop to their level, but noticed her boss seemed to have changed his aura.
Looking up, she saw Wang Fan’s face was dark as water, staring intently at those people.
Zhuo Qianqian was startled, quickly tugging at Wang Fan: "Boss, let it go! What they said isn’t wrong."
Wang Fan glanced down at Zhuo Qianqian, restraining his anger, took a deep breath and intended to peel potatoes.
No way, the more he thought, the angrier he got, his mind was uneasy, he couldn’t even peel a single potato skin!
"I thought cosplayers were a bunch of innocent anime fans, so there wouldn’t be comparisons among cosplayers, but you folks have evidently disenchanted me. Criticizing others behind their backs makes you feel impressive?"
Although Wang Fan never lived in the Northeast, he still had the blood of Northeasterners, protecting those close was a natural instinct.
His words, filled with sarcasm, caught the attention of everyone.
Those few clearly couldn’t keep their composure, trying to defend strongly: "What? It’s not okay to say it’s poorly replicated? Why so touchy?"
"Exactly, it’s professional advice for you amateurs, if not grateful, then don’t say nonsense."
