Chapter 35 Restaurant Incident

When Zhao Qianyang went out this time, he did not attract the attention of passers-by, not only because of the lack of ginseng in his mouth, but also because the contrast with the Phantom was not so big. Even so, many people were attracted by the beauty of the phantom and couldn't help but stop.

In the afternoon, the restaurants on the street were noisy and very lively. There are more than a dozen tables in the lobby, but only a few are empty.

Xiao Eryi looked at the person's dress and knew that he was the rich owner. He greeted him attentively and quickly and asked, "You two are objective. Hurry up inside. Do you want an elegant seat upstairs or sit in the lobby?"

"Just stay in the lobby." The two went to an empty table and sat down. Phantom often eats meat in the deep forest these days, so today he specially ordered some vegetarian dishes: "Bring up a plate of special materials in your store, no meat. By the way, a few more jars of good wine."

After saying that, he took out two rune money and handed them to Xiao Er. These rune money were still obtained in the caravan*.

When the shopkeeper saw the money handed over, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Objectively, you can't spend so much money even if you put two copies of all the dishes in the shop."

"Go quickly. I'll reward you with more. Remember to drink good wine. The hotter the better." The Phantom said.

The shopkeeper thought that the pie finally fell on his head. With Xingfeng's expression on his face, he nodded and bowed to make tea. After a while, the table was full of all kinds of vegetarian dishes, desserts and fruits.

The second child in the store got the money and was very happy. He sent more than 20 catties of aged wine from two altars, regardless of whether they could finish drinking it or not.

"Qianyang, can you drink?" The Phantom grabbed a big pottery bowl and filled it with wine. This bowl is one catty.

Zhao Qianyang nodded, but he had never drunk wine in a bowl. Today, he naturally did not want to show weakness in front of the Phantom. He also poured a large bowl of wine and did it first. Spirits enter the throat, and it feels hot.

Although the Phantom is very smooth when eating, drinking wine is different. With a small mouthful, a bowl of wine slides down the throat, and there is not a drop left in the bowl.

Xiao Er has seen people drinking like this, but he has never seen anyone drink so much without getting drunk, which made him stunned.

"Xiao Er, come to two more altars." Zhao Qianyang said loudly that because of his soul cultivation, his drinking capacity was surprisingly high. A jar of wine went into his stomach, and he was neither full nor drunk.

"Well, well. OK, sir, wait a minute. The shopkeeper came up with two large jars of wine. Sometimes he forgot to greet the guests. When he was free, he looked at Zhao Qianyang's table and felt strange in his heart.

"Bang." With a crisp sound, a slap hit the shopkeeper's face.

"Dadly, why did you pour tea? It's all spilled on my sleeve. If you're doing this, be careful that I'll peel you off." A sharp-mouthed man with monkey cheeks screamed. A few drops of tea splashed on his sleeve and looked very annoyed.

Xiao Er suppressed the grievance in his heart and dared not say anything. He quickly apologized to the man and blamed himself for his carelessness.

This man is a famous ruffian named Tuesday. There is no father or mother in the family, and there is only one uncle. He is half a monk. After decades of practice, his soul power cannot be condensed. He simply settled down in Lingxiang City and opened a martial arts school, but there was some power. On Tuesday, something happened, and his uncle settled it for him. Over time, Tuesday's courage became bigger and bigger. More than a dozen gangsters were recruited and often engaged in some bullying the market. People nearby were afraid of him, but the more people were afraid of him, the more aggressive they were on Tuesday, and the more arrogant they were.

"What do you look at? He eats his own food." Loud on Tuesday.

Zhao Qianyang frowned and poured a bowl of wine into his mouth.

"We soul practitioners are people with great ability. Generally, don't care about ordinary people, because they may not be able to stand one of your slaps. If the soul power is not well controlled, it is easy to kill them. Unless the person doesn't have a good eye to offend us, just teach them some lessons and try to keep their names. The Phantom said faintly.

Zhao Qianyang nodded. If there is a feeling, both of them are human, but they are at different levels. The upper level can't care too much about the lower level. It's like being pecked by a chicken, and you don't have to kill the chicken.

There are some snack vendors in the restaurant. An old and thin blind man came in with an erhu and a walking stick, and there was a thin little girl beside him supporting him.

The little girl is a singer, and her face is a little pale, but her smart eyes shine brightly, which makes people look pitiful. The two went to the lobby and sang. The girl's singing is very soft and tender, with a trace of sadness and helplessness. Coupled with the cooperation of the old man's erhu, she is even more depressed and desolate. Zhao Qianyang picked up the wine bowl and drank more and more slowly. Finally, he listened to the song in a daze and stayed away from the loneliness of his family and friends.

The Phantom is not urging wine. She waved the shopkeeper over, pointed to the little girl in the store, and said, "Go and invite her over and sing a song."

As soon as they heard someone invited to sing, the two grandfathers and grandchildren looked very happy. They came over and bowed politely, and then began to sing. When listening to it again, Zhao Qianyang's heart was not so deep. However, he still felt that the melody was very beautiful. He applauded gently and said to the little girl, "It's beautiful. What's your name?"

The girl looked a little shy and lowered her head and said, "My name is Xiaoyun." Then he gently covered his nose with his hand, and the breath of alcohol in the air made him feel very uncomfortable.

After a long silence, the old man said, "Master, one song is ten charms."

The Phantom took out a rune of money and handed it to the old man, saying, "Take it away and buy candy for the rest."

After the old man's result, he touched it in his hand with the money and grew up in surprise.

"guest...guest, this is too...too..." This thousand dollars has been singing for more than half a month. He wants to say too much, but he is reluctant to return it back.

" put it away." Zhao Qianyang said, picking up an apple and handed it to Xiaoyun, "Come on, I'll give you this."

The little girl was a little tired from singing. She was thirsty. She quickly took the apple and ate it.

After collecting the money, the old man pulled Xiaoyun and kowtowed a few times on the ground, and then left. The Phantom's face was calm. After Zhao Qianyang was kneeled down, he always felt strange. He is not used to appearing superior.

Zhao Qianyang and the Phantom continued to drink, and the second child of the shop was puzzled. It seemed that these two people would not be drunk. Even if they drank water, who could drink 20 catties.

After a while, the two jars of wine were empty. Zhao Qianyang's face was a little blushed, but the Phantom still looked sober.

The shopkeeper came over again, nodded and asked tentatively, "You two are objective, would you like to have two more jars of wine?"

"Okay, you can bring two more jars of wine." Zhao Qianyang said without thinking.

The little two of the shop thought to himself: Oh, my God, these two people can really drink. OK, guest officer, please wait a moment."

Zhao Qianyang was waiting for wine. At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the door of the restaurant, and there was still this sad cry. Zhao Qianyang immediately stood up and said, "Sister Ying, what's going on outside? I'll go and have a look."

The Phantom said, "Okay, let's go there together."

There was a group of people outside the restaurant, and the sound of crying came from inside. Zhao Qianyang effortlessly squeezed into the crowd and saw that the old man selling singers in the restaurant had fallen to the ground. His face was very painful. A large piece of skin rubbed on his forehead and blood flowed bright red blood. The erhu had been broken, and the little girl knelt beside the old man. It's loud and painful, and the voice is already a little hoarse.

"What's going on?" Zhao Qianyang asked loudly. The little girl raised her head crying, turned her head to look outside the crowd, and then cried loudly.

"Don't cry. What happened? Tell your brother that he will help you." The phantom squatted down and asked softly.

The little girl barely stopped crying and said in a choked voice, "They... they robbed the money you gave Grandpa..." The little girl pointed to the crowd and then cried again.

"B bastard, looking for death." Zhao Qianyang said angrily, and he said to the Phantom, "Sister Ying, help her. I'll go and have a look."

With that, Zhao Qianyang squeezed out of the crowd and pushed three or four lively people crooked. Although these people complained in their hearts, they did not want to provoke this powerful guy.

Zhao Qianyang saw four people walking slowly on the street, and there was laughter from time to time. When he walked, his body was crooked and looked like a ruffian.

"Hight for me." Zhao Qianyang roared.

The four people trembled as if they heard thunder and covered their ears. A sharp-mouthed monkey-eyed man turned his head. It was Tuesday that he looked at Zhao Qianyang viciously, leaned his hand into his back waist and grabbed the handle of the dagger.

Zhao Qianyang remembered that he saw this man when he first arrived at the restaurant. Because of his unique appearance, he had some impressions of him, and when the Phantom rewarded the old man, he was also in the restaurant this Tuesday.

"Did you steal the old man's money?" Zhao Qianyang said and came to the four people.

"Kid, you fucking care too much." On Tuesday, he took out a dagger in his heart and went straight to Zhao Qianyang's stomach bucket. At any time, he can't fall face in front of his brothers. Only in this way can he control his brothers, so when he takes action on Tuesday, one thing is cruel.