She is the Side Character! — Watch Her Change her fate!-Chapter 173: Rich Kids’ Game? I’m Not Playing Anymore (Part 11)

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Rich Kids’ Game? I’m Not Playing Anymore (Part 11)

Ding Lifei finally got the fried mushrooms he’d been craving. With one bite, he felt the wait was worth it.

When he returned intending to buy some spicy chicken, he was stunned to find a long queue there too, leaving him dumbfounded.

They just opened, how come the line is so long already?

"Your spicy chicken is indeed delicious, but I won’t forgive you." A red-eyed young girl standing in front of the spicy chicken said, "You’re so good at pretending. I never thought you were this kind of person."

Song Mo stood casually behind the stall, packing the spicy chicken for her, and handed it over: "Pay up quickly, next one, don’t delay me making money."

"You used to be so gentle, especially to your fans." The young girl said, clutching the spicy chicken, looking back every few steps.

Song Mo showed a malicious smile, "Just an act. You’re still too young, don’t you know this circle is all about acting?"

"I hate you!" The young girl stormed off with the spicy chicken, biting it hard, as if to vent.

Finally, she said: "Can’t waste it."

"The only merit left is making good spicy chicken."

Song Mo looked at the young girl with a gloomy expression standing in front of the stall and asked with interest: "A black fan? Here to buy or to smash my stall?"

Last time, a black fan came to smash his stall, but later the parents compensated him, and the black fan was detained. For a while, he didn’t open the stall because the compensation was enough to last.

So, he was a bit expectant.

Since leaving that strange circle and not maintaining his persona, he felt everything was good, terrifyingly strong, no matter what people said or laughed outside, they couldn’t affect him.

If only he had known it would be so comfortable, he should have given up earlier.

"Buying spicy chicken." The young girl said coldly, hiding her disappointment, mocking, "Smash the stall? In your dreams, thinking I’ll compensate you and end up in a cell? Do you think I’m that stupid?"

"If it doesn’t taste good today, or if the ingredients aren’t fresh, I’ll ’advertise’ for you."

Song Mo chuckled, packed the spicy chicken.

Apart from those former fans turned black fans, most were just regular customers.

Song Mo saw the stunned big brother from earlier and shouted, "Bro, didn’t you ask me to save you a portion, still want it?"

Ding Lifei immediately caught on, quickly went up: "Yes, yes, I still want it. I just bought fried mushrooms and saw you were especially busy, so I didn’t disturb you."

He realized this young man was quite good at business, actually saving him a portion.

Just for this, he would frequent the place in the future.

Mainly, it was really delicious.

Ding Lifei didn’t leave, just sat at a small table beside, eating.

Soon after, Ah Chen’s mushroom soup and fried mushrooms were sold out.

Song Mo’s spicy chicken sold out too.

Both planned to pack up and head home.

Ding Lifei suddenly asked, "Young man, were you a star before?"

Mainly because he saw several little girls buying spicy chicken from Song Mo and saying things, much like what his daughter usually says.

Song Mo said casually, "Used to be an idol, not anymore. It’s inhuman, really complicated."

He instinctively took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

A habit formed during times of irritation, something he couldn’t change for a while, nor did he want to.

Thinking about those things still irked him, making him feel uneasy.

With the lighter out, ready for the next move, he suddenly noticed a gaze. Looking up, he saw that the mushroom soup girl was watching him, and he paused.

He quietly took the cigarette out, put it back in his pocket, and put the lighter back too.

Actually, it wasn’t necessary to smoke.

"You look like someone with a story," Ding Lifei said with a smile. "You’re young, don’t be so old-fashioned. Nothing is insurmountable; in the adult world, every industry has injustices, hidden rules, but you still have to live, moving forward, it will definitely get better. Young man, your skill is really good, keep it up, there’s a promising future."

He didn’t chase stars, typically commuting between work and home.

In his thirties or forties, having seen quite a lot, more helpless situations than he could count.

But still, you have to live.

"Bro, you’re right," Song Mo said with a smile. "Aren’t I doing well? Haha."

"By the way, young man, do you have a girlfriend? Want me to introduce you to one? You’re so handsome, you must be popular."

Song Mo declined, "No need for that."

He sneakily glanced at Ah Chen beside him.

If it were to be introduced to her, he might not refuse.

I wonder if she has a boyfriend? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Actually, this brother was right, life is still full of many miracles and wonders. For instance, today he actually met someone who moved him. No one knew that seeing her, he felt the whole world was full of colors, no longer gray and dull, with nowhere for his heart to linger.

Leaving that circle, misunderstood by everyone, with dirt thrown on him, how could he not care?

Today he could still smile.

Maybe tomorrow he’d be overwhelmed.

Because there was nothing in this world worth keeping for him, and no one cherished him, it was hard to exist in the world without a goal.

Ah Chen frowned slightly, then asked with a shallow smile, "Are you selling spicy chicken tomorrow?"

Song Mo didn’t expect her to ask this, instinctively answered, "I am."

"It looks good, save me a portion tomorrow."

Song Mo wanted to say, if she was in a hurry to eat it, she could go back with him to get it; later he would prepare the ingredients for tomorrow.

But fortunately, he didn’t say that, otherwise, wouldn’t people think he was a rogue if they heard?

He smiled and said, "Sure, what do you like to eat?"

Ah Chen: "I’ll try everything."

"I really like your mushroom soup and fried mushrooms. When are you coming tomorrow? I’ll come early, don’t want to miss out." Song Mo said and suggested, "How about exchanging numbers?"

Ding Lifei laughed beside them, clearly these two young ones were smitten.

Ah, youth is so good, so what can’t be overcome? Youth is when everything is good.

After exchanging numbers, the two rode their small stall carts in different directions home.

Song Mo hummed a tune all the way back, radiating with energy, like welcoming a new life.

Back home, he didn’t sit in the dark in the living room smoking in silence like before.

He turned the lights brightly, took out his phone, stared at that unfamiliar number for a long time, then quickly ran to the kitchen to handle ingredients.

Ah Zhen also arrived home, tending to her mushrooms and bamboo.

Meanwhile, she extracted Song Mo’s information from the Commissioner’s memories, the once young idol’s scandals of sleeping around, indiscriminate behavior, arrogance, and various accusations led to his complete blacklisting. The next time his name appeared in the news was about his carbon monoxide suicide at home.

Ridiculously, after his death, everything was suddenly clarified.

Those who crazily trampled and insulted him started to love him again, seemingly more than anyone else.

He didn’t need their love.

Just having hers was enough, Ah Chen lowered her head, smiling.