Watching three figures slowly leave the store.
Louis let out a long sigh, his eyes never showing any sign of retreat.
The debate ended unpleasantly.
It started to drizzle outside the store.
The rain was dripping, and the three figures outside the window gradually became blurred and finally disappeared on the street.
Only the sound of falling rain remained.
"A debate of revenge?"
"Interesting." You Hong's voice came from the kitchen.
Louis raised his eyebrows and explained casually: "I read too many novels and I'm a little neurotic."
"It doesn't matter. I'm still on your side on this topic." You Hong's voice continued, "Only those who avoid revenge know that even if they return to peace, they will lose peace forever."
"Because my life has long been dominated by the word coward, and all that remains in my life is shame."
"It is better to hold the samurai sword tightly in your hand and fight until death than to live in shame for the rest of your life."
"The wildfire of revenge may burn the road ahead, but if you retreat, you will never move forward again."
"Because once you retreat, what you will encounter is not peace and happiness, but an abyss. When you want to climb up again, you will find that your vigorous power begins to decline, your strong body gradually ages, your youth becomes middle-aged, and your middle-aged gradually becomes old. Your chances of revenge become smaller and smaller, and you will eventually have to give up on revenge."
"Rather than letting the flower of revenge gradually wither, young man, if you really have something that you must avenge, it is better to do it as soon as possible. When you are old, even if you want to do so, you will be bound by various reasons."
"Family, children, career, the elderly, and even your own body will drag you down!"
"So, revenge should be taken sooner rather than later. If it's too late, you won't even have the capital to take revenge."
"Oh - Dad, what you said gave me goosebumps!" Miyamoto Keiji's untimely voice sounded from the kitchen.
"Baga! Shut up! I'm talking about something else!"
“Pah—”
"Ouch - hiss - it hurts - it hurts so much, could you be a little gentler, do you want to kill me?"
"I'll teach you a lesson. I'll teach you what it means to 'a son should not interrupt his father when he is speaking'!"
"Hey, stop using the same old tricks. This is a new era, and the old tricks are no longer popular!"
"You little brat, do you deserve a beating?!"
"Dad...the salmon in your hand is cut crookedly."
"......It's okay, let's keep it for ourselves."
Louis stood there, looking at the father and son playing in the kitchen, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "What?! The boss cut it crookedly? Deduct your salary!"
"What? You want to have your salary deducted, you little brat? I'm not kidding!"
"Haha, Dad's salary is going to be deducted."
"......You little brat, your elbow is bent outward, isn't it?"
"Flax Road——"
"Stop hitting me! Dad! Dad!!! If you hit me again, I won't be polite!"
"Huh? You're still being rude to me? I'm going to hit you, you bastard!"
"thump--"
At just the right time, Louis slowly opened the door curtain.
I saw Miyamoto Keiji suddenly kneeling down on his knees towards You Hong.
At this moment, You Hong's hand happened to be raised.
The three of them looked at each other and their eyelids twitched.
"Well...you guys continue." Louis slowly lowered the door curtain and took a step back.
"Bang--"
“Pah, pah, pah—”
"ah--"
After a scream, You Hong's voice slowly sounded from the kitchen.
"Ahem, Xiao Han?"
"Yes, boss."
Louis' voice came from outside the door curtain.
You Hong coughed lightly and glanced at the bruised and swollen Miyamoto Keiji. "Well, can you please get some disinfectant and some medicine for injuries? They are in the cabinet under the wash basin in the bathroom on the second floor."
"Okay, boss—"
There was a series of footsteps.
After a while, Louis brought in all the medicines for traumatic injuries.
Louis couldn't help but marvel at the bruised and swollen face of Keiji Miyamoto.
Is this also considered domestic violence?
Look how badly the child has been beaten, all over his body are bruises.
"By the way, boss, why are all the things in your cabinet like medicine for sprains and sprains?" Louis asked.
You Hong raised his eyebrows and said, "Before I opened the restaurant, I opened a knife school in Yamato, but I couldn't make it, so I left Yamato."
"This is the Tang Dynasty that Qi Er came to."
"I made those medicines for traumatic injuries myself, and the herbs I used were from previous stocks."
You Hong continued: "Borneolum, Angelica dahurica, yellow ochre, talc, each 6 grams, safflower, myrrh, frankincense, gypsum powder, each 9 grams, musk 0.3 grams, mint 3 grams."
"Well, that's all."
Louis's expression froze slightly: "Didn't you say it was inherited from my ancestors? Is it okay to tell me like that?"
"So what? You can't remember it anyway." You Hong smiled awkwardly.
Louis:......
As he spoke, Miyamoto Keiji had already taken the medicine from Louis and slowly rubbed it on his face. "It hurts so much. It's all my fault. Why did Dad hit me so hard?"
"Oh, it's not like we're going to the sword gym on the mountain to practice swordsmanship." Miyamoto Keiji complained.
"Haha, so what? You still haven't made any progress at all. Don't think you're awesome just because you joined Qianye. You still have a long way to go!" You Hong put two fingers together and knocked on Miyamoto Keiji's head again.
"These few times will teach you not to be arrogant and impatient!"
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