"Which bastard called me soft and flat?"
"Holy shit!"
"Old Cat! It's you, you bastard!"
"You've changed so much! When Brother Biao and Wei Dog were teasing you in the group chat, I didn't quite believe it. You really look like you've had your whole head replaced." Zhou Anping, inside the snack stall, looked up at Chen Jue standing before it with a grin. At first he froze, hardly daring to recognize him, but another look confirmed that it really was Chen Jue, and he couldn't help shouting.
The Bashu girl beside him, who looked feisty at a glance, gave his waist a hard pinch. "You idiot! What are you yelling for? Are we running a business or not?"
"Ow! Hiss! Easy, honey... This is my college roommate, Old Cat from the group chat." Zhou Anping had always been mild-mannered, and with his wedding coming up, he was even more meek before his wife. Every inch the henpecked husband, he hurriedly apologized and lowered his voice.
"Oh? Your college roommate!"
"Then go keep him company. The students will be heading to evening study soon, and there aren't many customers now. I can manage on my own." Hearing that it was someone he knew, the Bashu girl dropped her stern expression and manner and pushed Zhou Anping out of the stall.
Zhou Anping eagerly came over, slung an arm around Chen Jue's shoulders, and walked with him to a nearby curb, where they half-squatted and began chatting.
"You're doing pretty well, Softie! You've even found yourself a wife," Chen Jue teased with a slight smile.
"Hardly. I can't compare with carefree guys like you. Wei Dog makes a million a year running an early childhood education center. I'm just scraping together a living here. Brother Biao's new shop has opened too,