The men, ignoring their still-bleeding mouths, exchanged glances and tried to slip away.

Lan Yamei snapped, "Trying to run? I'll break your legs! Did I say you could leave?"

Another wine bowl flew out, hitting one person's ankle precisely. The three fell to the ground, none daring to move, only muttering, "What else do you want?" Their eyes were full of defiance.

“Aunt Guan, let’s calculate. How much money do they owe us? Let’s settle it all together! I’m just a simple businesswoman, I don’t want to fight and I don’t like fighting. But you’re really unreasonable, so I can only use my fists to reason with you. Therefore, you have to pay for all the damaged items tonight.” Lan Yamei pointed to the overturned stool and broken cups and plates on the ground.

"Why should I?" In the past, when fights resulted in property damage, the shop owner would usually just accept the loss! Which thug would pay for it?

"I'm strong enough to crack open your skull and see if it's full of shit!" Lan Yamei said in one breath, then turned around and picked up the last few skewers of pork belly on the stove, eating them in big bites. She needed to replenish her nutrition quickly, because there might be another fight.

The commotion was so loud that the owners and customers of several nearby stalls all turned to look. It was the first time they had ever seen a thug get his comeuppance, and they couldn't help but secretly laugh.

This usually quiet and well-mannered girl is surprisingly funny.

After cooking wontons for a few difficult customers, Grandpa Ouyang quickly threw twenty wontons into the pot, prepared the seasonings at the bottom of the bowl, pinched a few dried shrimp from the wooden box with three fingers, and threw a handful of spinach leaves into the pot to prepare wontons for Lan Yamei and Aunt Guan.

Several thugs at nearby stalls who were planning to freeload got nervous, quickly threw a handful of coins on the table, and slipped away.

Aunt Guan could hardly believe it. Was this really her weak, ostrich-like boss? Beat him until he submits! It was a blatant use of force to solve the problem, and Aunt Guan couldn't quite process it.

Lan Yamei's stomach was already empty, and after all that effort, she was feeling acidic. She urged Aunt Guan, who was still standing there in a daze, "Don't you want to quit? Hurry up and collect the money!"

Aunt Guan then came to her senses and ran over to search the three thugs for money, but the three hooligans didn't dare to utter a word.

"The customers who ran away earlier should also be counted against you," Lan Yamei said, pointing at the three of them with a shiny bamboo skewer.

"What? We were the only ones at the table just now! How can you be so ridiculous with your calculations?" The three thugs protested. Usually, they were the ones who tried to extort others, but today they had been extorted themselves, and they felt ashamed.

"What? With you guys making such a scene, will any customers dare to come and eat? Is my business going to fall through tonight? If it's not your fault, should it be mine? What, you're not happy about it?" Lan Yamei just clenched her fists and glared at them, and the three thugs didn't dare to argue back.

After swindling all the silver from the men, and taking the jade pendant from one of their belts, Aunt Guan said to the shopkeeper with satisfaction, "This is all the silver I have. Sigh! It's barely enough!"

"Get lost!" Lan Yamei said lightly.

The three of them scrambled away, leaving behind a shout that echoed in the distance, "You just wait!"

"Bring more brothers, and don't forget to bring money. Goodbye and don't come back..." Lan Yamei shouted at the top of her lungs.

Pshaw! You piece of trash!

After everyone had walked away, he frowned at the empty barbecue stall and sighed, "This isn't even good, no wonder business is bad!" Well, tomorrow I'll help the original owner think of a way to get this business going. If this keeps up, even the Northwest won't have enough to drink.

I've read plenty of time-travel novels before, where the protagonist is either the daughter of a billionaire or has a resource-rich space, living a life of easy success. How did I end up transmigrating into this pathetic state, the lowest of the low, starving six times in two days?

The original owner had extremely poor physical condition. After being punched and kicked just now, he was feeling weak all over. Starting tomorrow, he must exercise properly and eat more good food to nourish himself. In this day and age, you never know when you'll have to rely on your fists to settle things.

This barbecue technique is subpar, not even third-rate. It doesn't taste like a family recipe at all! It's really not good, and it's just pork belly, nothing else! It's grilled, sprinkled with a little salt, and that's it. Extremely simple.

He sighed. It seemed there was still a long road ahead to go from poverty to wealth. He couldn't find a way back, and he didn't know if he was dead or crippled, but the original owner of this body must have starved himself to death. By a twist of fate, he had borrowed this body to live another life.

I can only console myself with the thought that since I'm here, I should make the best of it and adapt to my new life as soon as possible.

Aunt Guan happily placed ten copper coins on Ouyang's table, served him wontons, and turned to leave.

Ouyang refused and tried to put the money back, but Granny Guan stopped him with a stern face. Although the two were poor, they never ate for free. Ouyang had no choice but to give in and accept the ten copper coins.

Two steaming bowls of wontons were placed in front of Lan Yamei, and she said with a loving expression, "Eat quickly, I'll ask for more if you're not full."

"Is this wonton?" In Lan Yamei's memory, wontons were round and plump, so why are these triangular?

"Yes, what else could it be but wontons? Look how good Uncle Ouyang's business is, the taste can't be bad, hurry up and eat them while they're hot. He told us to cook ten extra, and he even added a lot of dried shrimp." Aunt Guan urged.

He kept one bowl for himself and pushed the other towards Aunt Guan, saying, "You eat too."

Lan Yamei didn't bother to figure out whether it should be called Longchaoshou or Wonton. She ate it all up, soup and vegetables, and then said to Aunt Guan, "Let's go home early today. I'll think about what new things to sell tomorrow. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep this business going and we'll starve to death sooner or later."

Aunt Guan assumed Lan Ya Mei was afraid those three rascals would bring back men to fight, and asked with a smile, "Did you have a good fight just now? You even let me search your silver, and now you're scared? Are you possessed today?"

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