"Haha, so it's 'rules for thee but not for me,' huh? You've been awesome, so am I not allowed to show off a bit too? I'm an old Shanghai hand; allow me to enlighten you!" Luofeng mimicked her tone.
As for Shanghai's most congested traffic areas, those would have to be the Pingnan Road Section, Huaihai Middle Road, and similar areas.
It just so happened that Luofeng's home was in one of them.
About an hour later, Han Feifei's Mazda finally turned into a small Hutong. She parked by the roadside and beckoned Luofeng out of the car.
"We're here. Let's go! I'll take you to taste the most authentic Fried liver and bittern flapjack."
In the small Hutong, the roadside stalls were still bustling with people.
Although there was no signboard, their brisk business was clearly built on word-of-mouth reputation.
"What, you find it beneath you?" Han Feifei teased when she saw Luofeng sizing up the small eatery.