Zhang Zhiwei's words left Zhang Sanfeng somewhat helpless. His disciple was clearly quite old, but in front of him, he always seemed like a naive young man.

Looking at the two of them, master and apprentice, Zhang Xianzong felt a pang of envy.

"Damn it, they're just bullying an old man like me who's all alone."

Just as the three of them were waiting for their food to be served, a group of people poured in from the entrance of the restaurant.

These people were dressed in Confucian robes and carried bundles on their backs, as if they were fleeing from elsewhere.

An old scholar, with his family, sat down next to Li Chang'an and ordered a plate of five-flavor duck and Lizhuang white pork.

"Father, we were doing just fine in Fujian, why did we come to Jiangnan?"

"Alas, there's nothing we can do. The current court is ruled by a foolish emperor, which has led to powerful ministers running rampant. That so-called regent is simply inhuman; he has slaughtered so many people in the island nation."

“Those are living, breathing people! How can you kill innocent people indiscriminately? People like him will definitely go to hell and suffer the torment of the eighteen levels of hell.”

“He has made a mess of Fujian. We scholars were just doing some small business with the Japanese pirates, and we were arrested and imprisoned. Some of us were even beheaded. There is still a way for scholars to survive in Fujian.”

“Some illiterate common people dare to criticize us scholars. It’s an insult to the sages. They don’t respect us scholars at all.”

"Father had no choice but to bring you all to Jiangnan."

"At least this is a place where we scholars can speak and promote our Confucian ideas."

"You must remember that you must be kind-hearted. Even a dog on the street is a life."

The old master was lecturing his child while enjoying the food on the table.

After putting a piece of duck meat in his mouth, he felt something was wrong; it felt a bit prickly in his mouth.

"Pooh!"

The old scholar spat out what was in his mouth, glanced at it, and after seeing it clearly, he suddenly stood up, his heart filled with rage.

"Waiter, how come there's a rat's head inside one of your ducks?"

The old man's loud shouts attracted the attention of the other guests.

Lu Wei, the young master of Fushoulou Restaurant, walked over, fanning himself: "What's going on? What's going on? Let me take a look."

As he spoke, he picked up the rat's head from the table, squinted at it for a while, and then said, "Old man, you must be mistaken. This is clearly a duck neck, how could it be a rat's head!"