Villain: He humiliated the protagonist's sister, but she fell in love with him.

Xiao Bufan was chatting idly with Qinglong when he glanced at the time out of the corner of his eye, and his expression suddenly changed.

Without saying a word, he slammed on the brakes and killed the car.

Before Qinglong could react, Xiao Bufan had already pushed open the door and gotten out of the car.

Xiao Bufan went around to the trunk and skillfully took out a small pot, a bucket of water, a pack of instant noodles, and a portable gas canister.

Then he squatted in the middle of the road, turned on the gas, lit the fire, and boiled water, his movements fluid and seamless.

Qinglong, sitting in the passenger seat, was dumbfounded.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before pushing open the car door and getting out. He squatted down next to Xiao Bufan, staring at the steam rising from the pot, his mind full of questions.

"Dragon King...why are you cooking noodles in the middle of the road?"

Xiao Bufan didn't even look up, his eyes fixed intently on the bubbles at the bottom of the pot, his tone anxious yet earnest:

"The noodles will expire in an hour!"

The Azure Dragon opened its mouth, but couldn't close it for a long time.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

The Dragon King, who once commanded the winds and rains overseas and could spend money without batting an eye, is now squatting on the highway, so anxious about a packet of instant noodles that is about to expire.

His nose stung, his eyes reddened, and his voice became hoarse.

"Dragon King...you've suffered so much these past years! Just you wait, I'll send my brothers from the Dragon King's Palace back to the country and wipe out the Liu family!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Bufan was so anxious that he almost dropped his chopsticks and abruptly looked up:

"No, no, no! You'll ruin my grand plan! The three-year period is almost up! We must be patient! We must be patient!"

Seeing his nervous expression, Qinglong moved his lips, but ultimately swallowed his words.

He sighed, slowly squatted down, silently took a pair of chopsticks from Xiao Bufan's hand, and helped stir the noodles in the pot.

"Sigh... whatever the Dragon King says goes."

So, a Wuling Hongguang van blocked the middle of the road, and two people squatted behind the van, cooking a packet of instant noodles that was about to expire in a small pot.

The already congested highways are now even more crowded.

The driver behind waited for a long time but the car in front didn't move. He got out and cursed as he checked. When he got closer, he was so angry that he laughed.

"Holy crap? Are those two for real? Cooking noodles on the highway?"

"What a powerful saying, 'Food is the first necessity of the people!'"

"What the hell are they doing, messing with people's minds? It was already a terrible traffic jam, and now it's turned into a picnic area!"

"Before I came to Jiangcheng for tourism, I saw that there were two outstanding talents here, I think their names were Ji Chen and Lu Chen. Now it seems that we need to add another powerful general!"

"..."

He ignored the murmurs around him, treating them as background noise.

He slurped his noodles with his head down, looking completely at ease, as if the bustling main road was his backyard.

Qinglong, standing to the side, was not so comfortable; he said he felt a lot of pressure!

He had never experienced anything like this before, despite being one of the four great protectors of the Dragon King's Palace.

Having fought alongside the Dragon King through countless battles, now he's forced to eat noodles in the middle of the road.

He wanted to sneak back into the car to hide, but the Dragon King didn't give any orders, so he could only stand there with a stiff face, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his back.

Finally, the drivers behind couldn't take it anymore.

The loudspeaker was blaring at full blast, and a furious voice yelled:

"Have you finished cooking the noodles yet?!"

Xiao Bufan's hand trembled from the shout, and he choked on the noodles, coughing several times before he recovered.

He turned around abruptly, and immediately flew into a rage:

"These mere ants have already chosen their own demise!"

He turned his head to look at Qinglong, his tone leaving no room for negotiation:

"Qinglong, go and deal with him."

Qinglong's lips twitched, and he pointed to himself to confirm:

"Huh? Me?"

Xiao Bufan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly:

"What, does such a trivial matter require the Dragon King to personally intervene?"

Qinglong gritted his teeth, steeled himself, walked to the car that was honking, knocked on the driver's side window, and cursed angrily:

"What are you yelling about? Can't you see the Dragon King is eating noodles? If you anger him, believe me, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish!"

The man in the car wasn't intimidated at all; instead, he scoffed.

"You've been reading too many novels, haven't you? Dragon King, my foot! I'm the Dragon King's father!"

Qinglong's face darkened, and without saying a word, he slammed his fist into the hood of the engine.

With a muffled "thud," the sheet metal was dented into a hole the size of a fist.

The arrogance inside the car instantly vanished. The older brother's eyes widened, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Qinglong withdrew his fist with satisfaction, dusted off his hands, and coldly uttered:

"Words can be dangerous. If you provoke the Dragon King again, whatever happens to your hood will be the same fate you will suffer."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back to Xiao Bufan's side.

Xiao Bufan raised an eyebrow when he saw Qinglong return:

"Resolved?"

Qinglong nodded, his tone casual:

"Just a clown, not worth mentioning."

Xiao Bufan hummed in agreement, clearly very satisfied with the Azure Dragon.

He pulled a pair of disposable chopsticks from the plastic bag and handed them over:

"Come, sit down and eat with us. Consider this a welcome feast for you, the Dragon King."

Qinglong looked at the pair of disposable chopsticks, then at the ever-growing line of cars on the roadside, and sighed silently.

He was truly amazed that they served him instant noodles from a roadside stall as a welcome meal.

But he didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he solemnly took the chopsticks and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Xiao Bufan:

"Thank you for the reward, Dragon King."

So the two of them squatted in the middle of the road, slurping noodles one chopstick at a time.

Car horns blared incessantly, but they ignored them, eating as if no one else was around.

A female reporter spotted the hot topic in a passing car.

She immediately told the driver to stop the car, got out, and pointed the camera at the two of them.

When Xiao Bufan saw someone disturbing his noodles again, he instinctively wanted to lose his temper.

But upon seeing the other person's handsome face, his anger vanished instantly.

He didn't even put down his chopsticks, but instead showed a beaming smile.

"Hey beautiful, what's up?"

The Azure Dragon, watching its Dragon King's face-changing speed, was speechless.

His lips twitched slightly, and he lowered his voice to ask:

"Dragon King, should I send her away?"

Xiao Bufan turned his head and glared at him, coldly rebuking him:

"What are you fighting for! Eat your noodles and stop causing trouble."

Qinglong silently shrank back, lowered his head and continued slurping his noodles, saying nothing.

He finally understood.

The Dragon King uses two completely different sets of rules for men and women.

Although the female reporter was highly professional, she still felt a sense of inexplicable disgust when she looked closely at Xiao Bufan's lecherous eyes.

It's so hard to make money and life is so tough!

But knowing that this bizarre behavior would generate buzz, I forced myself to continue the interview.

She forced a professional smile and pushed the microphone forward...