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Haohao sat in Da Shewan's car, listening intently as Da Shewan enthusiastically introduced the highlights of Pingtung. From local delicacies to famous attractions, every detail was shared with great excitement. His passion made Haohao feel delighted, making the journey even more enjoyable.
"Da Shewan, is the cold and hot dessert really that good?" Haohao asked with a smile, filled with anticipation for Da Shewan's descriptions.
"Of course! The cold and hot dessert is a specialty of ours in Pingtung; you must try it," Da Shewan replied, smiling as he patted Haohao on the shoulder. This physical contact felt natural and friendly, like an interaction between close friends.
However, Haohao occasionally sensed that Da Shewan's touches were a bit too intimate and frequent. Sometimes it was a light hand resting on his back, other times it was a slight lean towards his waist. These subtle gestures made Haohao feel somewhat uncomfortable, but he brushed it off, thinking it might just be Da Shewan's unique way of expressing friendliness.
"Haohao, you absolutely have to try our Chaozhou Young Chicken; it's my favorite," Da Shewan said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Haohao nodded and replied, "Sure, I'm looking forward to tasting the food you recommend."
As Da Shewan spoke, he gently patted Haohao's shoulder again, this time his hand lingered slightly longer than before. Haohao felt that this touch was a bit off but chose not to dwell on it; he merely frowned slightly before relaxing again.
"Did you know that Pingtung has many other fun places? For example, the seafood market in Donggang; the seafood there is incredibly fresh," Da Shewan continued to talk animatedly, his voice filled with pride and enthusiasm.
Haohao nodded along, trying to ignore the subtle discomfort he felt. He knew that Da Shewan was a warm person; perhaps this was just his way of being friendly. Haohao made an effort to relax and enjoy the journey.
Yet as the car moved along the roads of Pingtung, a sense of unease lingered deep within Haohao. He told himself not to overthink it and tried to focus on Da Shewan's introductions. However, those intimate touches and subtle discomforts remained in his mind, leaving him with a vague sense of confusion and concern.
What Haohao didn't notice was that Pig's Feet, who was driving the vehicle, had bitten his lip until it bled. Through the rearview mirror, Pig's Feet occasionally glanced at Da Shewan and Haohao in the back seat, his eyes flashing with anger and jealousy. Veins bulged on his forehead as he seethed inwardly, thinking about how he used to be the one receiving such attention—why had it now shifted to Haohao?
Every time he saw the closeness between Da Shewan and Haohao, Pig's Feet's inner fury erupted like a volcano. He gritted his teeth; blood seeped from his bitten lip, but he paid no mind. Thoughts of rage swirled in his mind as he wished he could immediately drag Haohao out of the car and take his place instead.
"Why him?" Pig's Feet roared inwardly. "Why has it become Haohao now?"
Every touch from Da Shewan, every smile from Haohao felt like a sharp knife, stabbing at Pig's Feet's heart. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white from the pressure, but he had to maintain his composure, ensuring that the two in the backseat did not notice his turmoil.
"I can't lose control," Pig's Feet told himself, striving to calm down. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the anger within him, but each time he heard Da Shewan and Haohao laughing, that rage surged back like a tidal wave.
Pig's Feet knew he couldn't show any emotion at this moment; he had to stay calm and conceal his jealousy and anger. He focused on driving, eyes fixed on the road ahead, but the unease and fury inside him gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
The car moved along the roads of Pingtung, with Haohao still listening to Da Shewan's enthusiastic introduction, completely oblivious to the storm brewing within Pig's Feet. His mind was entirely consumed by the excitement of the journey ahead, leaving no room to consider Pig's Feet's emotional turmoil.
The anger and jealousy within Pig's Feet caused him immense pain, yet he knew he had to endure and hide these feelings. He silently vowed that no matter what, he would not let Haohao easily take Da Shewan's attention and affection away from him, even if it meant paying a great price.
As the car continued down the roads of Pingtung, Pig's Feet remained tormented inside, but he understood that he had to keep his cool and wait for the right moment to turn things around.
Soon, they arrived near the Chaozhou Young Chicken vendor. It was a mobile food truck parked at an inconspicuous street corner. Haohao had expected it to be crowded, but in reality, there were only two or three groups of customers, making it seem rather quiet. Da Shewan, however, was unusually excited and urged Haohao to get out of the car quickly.
"Haohao, hurry up! This is the place I've been telling you about!" Da Shewan said eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He opened the car door first and jumped out, turning back to wait for Haohao.
Seeing Da Shewan’s eager expression made Haohao smile as well. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Pig's Feet silently parked the car and turned off the engine, watching quietly as the two walked toward the food truck with a shadow passing over his gaze.
"The Young Chicken here is truly exceptional; you'll know once you taste it!" Da Shewan exclaimed while enthusiastically pulling Haohao toward the food truck as if he couldn't wait to share this delicious food.
"Yeah, it looks pretty good," Haohao replied as he looked at the food truck and nodded. He caught a whiff of the enticing aroma in the air and felt his appetite stirring.
Da Shewan strode confidently to the food cart, excitedly greeting the owner, "Hey there, boss! Two servings of Young Chicken. This is my friend; I brought him here today to try your cooking!"
The owner, a middle-aged man, responded with a warm smile, "Sure thing, coming right up." He skillfully operated the cart and quickly began preparing the food.
Da Shewan turned to Haohao, his face brimming with anticipation. "Haohao, you're going to love this flavor."
Haohao nodded with a smile, waiting alongside Da Shewan for the food to be made. He could feel Da Shewan's enthusiasm and excitement, which stirred some joy within him as well.
As they waited, Da Shewan eagerly shared the history and specialties of the place with Haohao, even recounting some amusing anecdotes related to his experiences there. Haohao listened intently, feeling that this journey was truly enjoyable.
Meanwhile, Pig's Feet stood quietly to the side, observing everything with a blank expression. His emotions were still complex inside, but he knew it wasn't the time to show them. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he waited alongside Da Shewan and Haohao for the long-awaited delicacy.
The night in Chaozhou was brightly lit, and the lights around the food cart illuminated their smiles. The figures of Haohao and Da Shewan appeared particularly close under the glow, while Pig's Feet lingered like a shadow nearby, silently watching everything unfold, his heart swirling with complicated feelings.
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