Because of the guest's words, Song Qianning smiled and said, "You want to talk to me?"

Seeing the smile on her face, the guest subconsciously swallowed his saliva and reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Song, you are a lonely and helpless woman. You usually want to come..."

Interrupting the guest and glancing at the table he had just made, Song Qianning smiled kindly: "I see you've finished eating, why don't we settle the bill first, and then we can talk about other things."

His eyes were full of Song Qianning's figure. The guest agreed casually, and his eyes were always glued to her, never moving away.

Seeing this, Song Qianning went straight to the table he was working on and started to count the bill.

"A dish of pickled fish, and..."

As the dishes were read out one by one, Song Qianning smiled and said, "Just give me one or two taels of silver for these dishes."

"Okay, okay."

The guest, whose heart and eyes were filled with her smile and whose mouth was almost drooling, reached into his arms to take the silver.

The next second, he realized something and stopped moving abruptly. He stared at Song Qianning with wide eyes and raised his voice: "How much did you say?!"

"One tael of silver." Song Qianning repeated good-temperedly: "Any questions?"

The guest's expression changed immediately, and he cursed at Song Qianning: "Little bitch, are you fucking playing tricks on me? I only ordered a few dishes, and you charged me a tael of silver!"

Facing the guest's scolding, Song Qianning looked innocent: "But the dishes I made for you are all made with the best ingredients. The fish is the biggest fish. The other meats and vegetables are also of the best quality. One tael of silver is already a discounted price."

"Bah!" The customer spat and glared at Song Qianning viciously: "Little bitch, I really give you face. If you weren't pretty, I wouldn't waste my time talking to you. I won't give you this money today!"

"You, you can't do this." Song Qianning took a step back, as if frightened, her expression shrinking: "Giving money for meals is a matter of course."

"My words are the truth, what's that bullshit about right and wrong? What can you do to me if I don't give it to you?"

"You can't be unreasonable!"

"Hmph!" The guest raised his nose high. "Don't think I'm afraid of you. You're an orphan and a widow, and you're still trying to reason with me. Are you crazy?"

Song Qianning trembled, unable to hide her grievance, and said, "Could it be that just because I'm a widowed mother, I can't even ask for reason?"

“That’s right!”

Under the customer's arrogant words, Song Qianning clenched her fists and sobbed softly, looking so pitiful.

Today is the opening day and the restaurant already has quite a few customers. When they hear the noise here, their attention is drawn over here.

Because the distance was not far, the other guests heard all the arrogant words of the guest.

Coupled with the customer's arrogant appearance, Song Qianning looked even more pitiful.

Someone with a strong sense of justice immediately stood up and glared at the guest: "How can you be so unreasonable?"

Most people nowadays are kindhearted, especially since many of the guests are Song Qianning's regular customers, and they look down on guests who behave in a domineering manner.

"Who doesn't pay for meals? You should apologize to Miss Song right away."

"You're right not to pay for meals!"

Seeing someone speak up for Song Qianning, the customer immediately became unhappy and glared at the others: "What do you know? This little bitch wants to charge me more money, so what if I don't pay her?"

"Besides, whether I give you the money or not is my own business and has nothing to do with you." At the end of his words, he glared at Song Qianning unhappily.

This glance aroused the anger of the crowd, and more and more guests came to speak up for Song Qianning.

"I used to go to Miss Song's shop often to buy things. She has always been fair in her business. How could she possibly charge you more money?"

"Don't think we can't see it. It's obvious that you think Miss Song is easy to bully because she's an orphan and her mother is widowed, so you want to shirk your responsibility."

"If you bully Miss Song again, we will report you to the police."

"Miss Song is really unlucky. Hurry up and give her the meal money."

As everyone talked, the guest's face became more and more gloomy.

When the guest met the other people's disgusted looks, he immediately became angry and stared at Song Qianning with bloodshot eyes.

It’s all because of this little bitch that he gets scolded by others!

In anger, the guest strode forward and reached out to hit Song Qianning.

Song Qianning had already noticed the guest's behavior. She sneered in her heart and moved her hand slightly under her sleeve.

At the same time, the guest raised his hand high, and with a snap, the slap landed on...his own face.

Following the guest's sudden slap in the face, the entire lobby fell silent, everyone staring at the guest's position in amazement, with only his voice remaining in the surroundings.

The guest slapped himself and admitted his fault: "I am guilty, I am not a human being."

"I saw that Miss Song was an orphan and a widow, and she was beautiful, so I had bad intentions and deliberately caused trouble. I didn't want to pay the money."

As soon as he finished speaking, several more slaps were heard. The customer's face was swollen, and it was obvious that he had been hit with great force.

The slaps came one after another, and when the customer admitted his mistake, he was slapped on the cheeks left and right.

Until the customer's cheeks were swollen beyond recognition, Song Qianning moved her fingers again.

The guest reached into his bosom, took out a tael of silver and placed it on the table.

After paying, the customer turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Chang Qing had already noticed it as soon as the guest started to harass Song Qianning.

His eyes became stern, and just as he was about to go forward to help, he saw the customer slap himself in the face.

His steps suddenly stopped and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Chang Qing, who was usually calm, was unusually dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Finally, the guests paid and left, but he remained there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After returning home from the restaurant, Chang Qing was still thinking about what happened in the restaurant, and told Qin Ye everything word for word.

Finally, he hesitated and said, "Master, I feel that there is something fishy about this matter. At the beginning, the guest clearly wanted to attack Miss Song."

He was about to go forward to help, but the customer started slapping himself like a madman.

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes, his expression somewhat silent.

After a brief silence, he suddenly asked, "Where is the guest who caused trouble during the day?"

At night, inside a house somewhere.

A man sat there, rubbing his cheek and cursing.

This person was the customer who caused trouble in the restaurant. Thinking back to what happened during the day, he still felt strangely panicked.

He was going to beat Song Qianning during the day, so why did he suddenly slap himself in the end?

"Damn it, you little bitch surnamed Song, I will never..."

Before he could finish his curse, there was a loud bang at the door, and the next second it was kicked open from outside.

Frightened by the sudden sound, the guest stopped talking and fell straight off the stool.