145 Chaotic City (9)

ridiculous little trick

"Boss, how much are the braised duck necks?"

"Boss, I'd like a bigger box. I'll buy it and take it home to eat."

"Boss, could you please give me one more clip?"

How much is the pig's head meat?

"Are there no seats left? How long will the wait be?"

"..."

The moment I turned the corner, I was greeted by a bustling crowd and a wonderful aroma.

Qin Fu'an stopped at the corner and looked up to quietly observe the bustling scene before him.

One second, two seconds...

One minute... two minutes...

"Are there no seats left? How long will the wait be?"

"Boss, I'd like a bigger box. I'll buy it and take it home to eat."

How much is the pig's head meat?

"Boss, how much are the braised duck necks?"

"Boss, could you please give me one more clip?"

After a brief pause, the similar bustle, the same inquiries, the same people, and the same smiles and conversations resumed.

Qin Fu'an gently tugged at the corner of his lips, finally ceasing to force the strange and eerie creature to continue its cycle.

After all, even an A+ level master charlatan would go a little crazy if he only performed for one audience member a dozen times on stage.

The person who had been standing quietly at the corner finally stepped towards the stage that had been set up.

The closer you get, the more intense and irresistible the aroma of the braised meat becomes, even giving you the fleeting feeling that life would be worth it just to have a bite.

Qin Fu'an stood behind the bustling customers and looked up to survey the lively braised food shop.

As he glanced around, the customers who had been queuing in front of him quickly dispersed.

Some of them went into the braised food shop, while others left impatiently with takeout boxes in hand.

At the store window, only Qin Fu'an was queuing.

He finally saw the shop's employees.

The moment he saw it clearly, even Qin Fu'an, who was used to seeing strange things, couldn't help but chuckle softly.

So the Ghost Realm is such a small world?

He knocked on the counter, forcing the sales clerk, who had just made a hasty eye contact with him and then hurriedly looked away, to look at him.

"Master, we meet again." He nodded politely with a half-smile.

However, in the eyes of the other party, this might be three times more terrifying than the smile of death.

The sales clerk, sporting a familiar pig's head but dressed in a braised food shop uniform, nervously averted his small pig eyes, while his large, fan-like ears twitched nervously. With his head down, he asked in a muffled voice, "Hello, sir, what would you like to order?"

"Give me a pound of braised pig's head meat," Qin Fu'an said with a slight smile.

Salesperson: "..."

Can you please stop staring at my head and saying such terrifying things?!

Having witnessed firsthand how ruthless this pig-headed man is, I'd love to throw my resignation letter in his face right now.

But it... dared not move.

The pig's ears flapped frantically twice, and it said dryly, "I'm sorry, sir, the pig's head meat... the pig's head meat is sold out, and the new, new meat hasn't been braised yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him looked at the lobby behind him and then smiled politely, "Really? No problem, I can go in and sit down to wait."

Salesperson: "..."

Help! What's the first sentence of a resignation letter again?!

The moment Qin Fu'an stepped into the store, he felt the power of rules.

It's very weak, but it does exist.

It seems there are customer rules in the store that cannot be violated.

Qin Fu'an did not immediately find a seat, but instead stood at the entrance of the shop and looked around the interior.

This was actually the third time he had looked around the small shop.

It doesn't seem any different from a braised food shop in real life.

The walls are covered with slogans urging people to save food and avoid waste, along with a list of the braised dishes sold in the shop and their prices.

Everything is perfectly normal.

But the customers who walked into this braised food shop... were all sitting in their seats, staring at him with hungry, frantic eyes.

It was as if he had walked into not a restaurant, but a... slaughterhouse?

Qin Fu'an was amused by his own analogy.

He has a beautiful smile; his fierce and arrogant features soften and become gentle. That instantaneous stunning beauty makes it impossible to look away.

This only fueled the monster's desire to devour him whole.

Under the watchful eyes of hungry diners, Qin Fu'an walked toward the only empty dining table.

The moment he reached out and touched the stool, the breathing around him noticeably quickened for a second.

Qin Fu paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his long, slender fingers, grabbed a clean white tissue from the table, and slowly wiped the table and chair, much like someone with severe mysophobia.

Behind him were many disappointed yet even more impatient gazes.

Amidst those gazes that were both scorching and chilling, filled with overwhelming desire yet desperately restrained, Qin Fu'an finished wiping the paper one last time, straightened up, and then looked down at the oil-stained crumpled paper in his hand.

The next second, he casually tossed the crumpled paper onto the table, turned around, and coldly called to the sales clerk: "Why are the hygiene conditions in your store so poor?"

Pig-headed salesperson: "...?"

Completely baffled by the question, she didn't dare to move at all when standing in front of this person.

The pig-headed man, who had been spying on his progress and sneaking into the second-level world thinking he was finally safe, was utterly furious. He had no idea why the man had advanced from the lower-level world to the higher-level world in such a short time.

"What? Have you run out of things to say?"

Qin Fu'an lowered his eyes indifferently, ignoring the many "customers" in the store, focusing on making things difficult for the sales clerk. He reached out and picked up the dirty tissue on the table, handed it to the sales clerk, and asked with a sneer: "Is this your hygiene? Is this your business attitude? Did you buy your hygiene license? Or is it all just for show? If this continues, who will dare to eat your food?"

Finally, he coldly uttered what every customer who caused a scene often said: "Call your boss out here, I want to ask him myself whether he's still doing business!"

Pig-headed man: "..."

I've never been this speechless in my entire life.

Humans, my clever pig eyes have seen through your ridiculous little tricks!

Perhaps it was the straightforwardness of the emotions in its eyes that made Qin Fu'an stare at it for a second, then suddenly smiled at him with curved eyes, and said slowly in a voice as Qin Fu'an looked on with great tension, "Or, shall we start the reckoning with you?"

The pig-headed man suddenly straightened his back, stopped flapping his ears, stopped his eyes darting around, and even stopped sticking his nose out. With a resolute expression that could make one want to join the Party on the spot, he said in a deep voice, "Guest, please wait a moment. I'll go and fetch the boss right now!"

After saying that, he turned around, didn't bother writing his resignation letter, rushed in and started wailing and howling to his boss that he wanted to resign.

I quit! I can't do this job anymore! Let whoever wants to do it do it! It's not a job a pig can do!

"No, you can't leave!" The boss angrily rejected its resignation, saying, "If you leave, our best-selling braised pig's head will have to be taken off the menu!!"

Pig-headed man: "???"

So everyone's eyeing my clever and witty pig brain?

Three minutes later, the pig-headed man returned listlessly.

It walked up to Qin Fu'an, stared at him resentfully with its little pig eyes for a few seconds, then lowered its huge pig head and said reluctantly, "Guest, our boss said that the shop is closed today, and all the braised dishes are sold out. Please leave."

The boss's exact words: Get this weird, troublesome guy out of here right now! If you don't get him out, I'll braise some freshly slaughtered pig's head tonight!

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Fu'an went straight to sit in the only empty seat.

Then, under its astonished, wide-eyed gaze, it tilted its head slightly and asked slowly, "So now? Can I ask your boss to come out and talk about the hygiene issue?"

Pig-headed man: "...Maybe, is that okay?"

The danger alarm in its head was already at its highest, but it was better to sacrifice a friend than itself. The pig-headed man knew all too well that Qin Fu'an wasn't the type to act impulsively, so this time, filled with inexplicable excitement, it dashed off to the back again.

Hey boss, come quick! You've already thrown in the bait, let me pull this delicious bait right to your mouth and feed it to you!

After it left, Qin Fu'an turned around and saw that the customers who had been trying to kill him with their eyes were now happily eating the braised dishes in front of them.

The irresistible aroma lingered in the air, and while waiting, Qin Fu'an began to think about what kind of loving lunch he would bring for Xiao Yunduo.

[Author's Note]

There are no rankings this week, so there will be fewer updates.

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