After hustling through that chaotic makeover mission, we finally clear the first step.
Jiang now looks like a K-pop star and not a lost hoodie ghost. Success. Exhausting, nosebleed-inducing success.
Now, the real date begins.
My stomach growls like an angry beast. "Ugh, we came straight here without breakfast."
Jiang gasps. "Yunhua is starving? Must feed immediately!"
I grin. "Yes, Commander Jiang. It's time to show you the sacred treasure of Earth's fancy junk food—starting with pizza and burgers."
His eyes sparkle. "Pee-cha and boor-ger! Sounds powerful."
"Oh, they are," I say, dragging him toward the food court. "They're greasy, cheesy, and totally life-changing."
"Will it make antennae glow?"
"No. But it might clog your arteries."
As we step onto the food court floor, it hits us like a delicious punch to the nose.
WacDonald's. Ominos. BFC. Hubway. Pizzanut.
All lined up like a fast-food army, each one screaming "pick me, pick me!"
