"Who is so bold as to do this?" Hu Zhenxing asked sternly.

"The newly opened Huixiang Tavern!" Hu Panpan's eyes drifted towards the prefect intentionally or unintentionally.

Hearing Hu Panpan's words, the prefect's eyelids twitched. It seemed that his son also owned the Huixiang Tavern... So he asked with a smile, "Miss Panpan, how did the tavern bully you?"

Hu Panpan didn't directly say how to bully them, but said: "They invited Chuchu, the top performer of Cuiyi Tower, to sing a song. Let me sing a few lines for everyone!"

Panpan learned how to call out: "Ah... I am standing in the fierce wind... well... I can't wait to get rid of all the hatred in my heart... oh..."

It’s learned very well!

It’s even more wild than Chu Chu’s singing!!

"How can this be absurd!" Hu Zhenxing was impatient. "How can the dignity of a soldier be so unbearable?"

The most handsome and elegant master was also furious, but he spoke softly: "Master Zhang, do you know what to do?"

The prefect, Lord Zhang, knelt down with a plop: "This humble official is not good at educating his son..."

"So that's it!" Hu Panpan suddenly realized, "So they borrowed your courage, Master Zhang!"

The shopkeeper came in and saw this scene, and he was almost scared to death...

"Boss, what is that? It smells so good!" Hu Panpan no longer cared about her image as a talented woman and walked over to take a look. "Why is it fatty meat? Where's the roast duck?"

"We can't make roast duck today. We have to wait until tomorrow!" said the shopkeeper, wiping his sweat.

"Why?" Hu Panpan was puzzled.

The shopkeeper calmed down and explained: "Because the production process is too complicated..."

“Second Uncle!!” Hu Panpan’s shout made everyone’s bones go soft!

"How many hours will it really take?" the shopkeeper said truthfully.

"Did that uncle say that? Ask him to come over!"