Chapter 561 - 561: Causing Trouble in the Restaurant
Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Speaking of this, the generalâs wife was reminded, âYou stay at home these few days and donât go out. What if you run into that prince from the Mobei Kingdom and he wants to marry you?â
Fan Yuru, having finished sparring with General Fan, flew over, âWhat do you mean, mother?â
The generalâs wife explained, âThe prince from the Mobei Kingdom came to the capital to pay tribute, but his main purpose under the guise of improving relations between two countries was to choose a bride. Many daughters of high officials in the capital havenât left their houses recently, fearing this misfortune would befall them.â
Fan Yuru disdainfully said, âHeâs overestimating himself. A vassal kingdom daring to come to Daling to choose a bride? Dream on.â
After speaking, she hurriedly left, leaving a message, âIâm going out to have dinner with Qingzhi and the others, donât wait for me.â
Fan Jingxu followed her, âIs Brother Tang back?â
Fan Yuruâs footsteps were hurried. âYes, we came back together.â
âSecond Sister, take me with you for dinner.â
âIt might be a bit inconvenient.â
âWhy is that?â
âThere are also Qingzhiâs family members at the dinner. They donât know you; bringing you might be impolite.â
Fan Jingxu was visibly disappointed, âAlright then, next time.â
Fan Yuru patted Fan Jingxuâs shoulder, âIâll definitely take you next time, donât feel down.â
âAlright.â Fan Jingxu stopped in his tracks. He looked at Fan Yuruâs departing figure and sighed deeply.
In the capital.
Tainan restaurant. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
As a famous restaurant in the capital, it was always bustling with business. Finding a seat during dining hours was challenging.
Ning Yuting reserved the restaurantâs largest private room, setting up two tables inside. The guests sat around the tables according to seniority.
The little monk followed closely behind Chu Qingzhi, almost becoming her shadow. As soon as Chu Qingzhi sat down, the monk quickly took a seat beside her.
Chu Qingzhi smiled at the monk, âHow about I get you some fruit to eat?â
The monk happily nodded, âYes, thank you.â
Tang Jinghong, who hadnât sat down yet, heard their conversation and brought over the fruit from the side, placing it in front of the monk, âEnjoy.â
âThank you, Young Master Tang.â
The four elders of the Chu family, seeing the opulent private room, felt very restrained.
Grandpa Chu looked around. Although he was restrained, he was also happy. He thought to himself that when he returned to the village, he could show off again.
Li Qingyu sat next to Chu Qingyue. She touched Chu Qingyueâs arm and whispered, âIt costs a lot of silver to eat here, right?â
Chu Qingyue, also her first time in such a lavish place, felt nervous and replied, âYes, itâs expensive, but itâs okay. We donât come here every day.â
Li Qingyu nodded slightly, âTrue.â
Wu Yaqing gently nudged the arm of Rong Shiyu sitting beside her, whispering, âYour eyes are red. Have you been crying?â
Everyone at the table had noticed.
Fan Yuru tentatively asked, âDid your father scold you?â
Being among friends, Rong Shiyu didnât hide anything. âHe didnât scold me, but he forbade me from doing any more voluntary medical work. Not only that, heâs forcing me to get married.â
Everyoneâs ears perked up at this.
Chu Qingzhi looked inquiringly at Bao Linjiang. Havenât you made your move yet? If you donât act soon, sheâll be married off to someone else.
Bao Linjiang glanced at Rong Shiyu and then gestured to Chu Qingzhi, indicating his uncertainty about what to do.
Chu Qingzhi raised her eyebrows slightly. Do you not like Shiyu?
Bao Linjiang shook his head. Itâs not that he didnât like her, but he also didnât have strong feelings for her, which made it difficult for him to express his feelings.
It made sense. They hadnât spent much time together, and developing feelings required time. Chu Qingzhi nodded in understanding, indicating that he should take his time.
Bao Linjiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fan Yuru empathized with Rong Shiyu, âLetâs just enjoy dinner tonight. Weâll find a way to deal with the marriage issue later.â
Rong Shiyu nodded in resignation, âAlright.â
As the atmosphere warmed up a bit, Chu Qingshuang mentioned, âIâm participating in a porcelain competition tomorrow. Youâre all welcome to come and watch.â
Ning Yuting asked with interest, âWhere is the competition being held?â
âAt Xilin Garden,â replied Chu Qingshuang, âItâs near this restaurant. I noticed it on my way here.â
Yuan Hongjun added, âI know where it is. Weâll definitely come to watch.â
Chu Qingshuang smiled in gratitude, âThank you.â
While everyone was chatting, dishes were served by the waiters. Soon, the table was filled with dishes.
Grandpa Chu picked up his chopsticks and smiled. âEveryone, letâs eat. Letâs talk after weâre full.ââ
Bao Linjiang echoed, âLetâs eat first.â
Everyone was hungry and started eating without further conversation.
Halfway through the meal, a commotion arose from the ground floor of the restaurant, followed by the sound of plates being smashed and a customerâs scream.
The guests in the hall screamed and quickly retreated to the side.
Sitting at the table were two men dressed in noble attire. Their hair was a little curly, and they were dressed differently from the Daling Dynasty people. They were obviously foreigners.
Behind the men stood two armed guards. Their expressions were cold and murderous. They held the hilts of their swords and looked like they would kill anyone who approached.
One of the guards slapped a waiter, then kicked him away. The waiter slid across the floor, stopping only when he hit a table and chair. He was bleeding from the mouth and lost consciousness.
The force of the kick indicated severe internal injuries.
The guard, looking ferocious, grabbed another waiter by the collar. âWe were here first, why did you serve them before us? Are you looking down on us because weâre foreigners?â
The waiter trembled, âThey arrived before you, so we served them first. There was no disrespect intended.â
The shopkeeper walked over and said in a friendly manner, âYoung Masters, we serve the dishes in order. We wonât make the guests wait too long. Is there a misunderstanding?â
âMisunderstanding?â The guard pushed the waiter away. He used a lot of strength, and the waiter took a few steps back. In the end, he fell to the ground.
The shopkeeper smiled apologetically and said, âThere must be a misunderstanding. Young Masters, how about I arrange for someone to serve you food immediately?â
The guard was unrelenting. âArrange for the dishes to be served now? Itâs too late! Do you know our masterâs identity? You canât afford to offend him!â
The shopkeeperâs gaze landed on the two noble men who had not spoken from the beginning to the end. âThen Young Master, tell us what to do. We will definitely do as we can.â
The two of them only glanced at the shopkeeper and did not say anything.
The guard said, âWe can let this matter rest.â He pointed at the two waiters on the ground, âYou two, pick up the food from the floor and eat it. Then lick the floor clean, and weâll consider the matter settled.â
Such a demand was a clear insult..