On the depressing and dull dining table, a dish of food splashed onto the floor. The broken porcelain fragments cut the delicate skin, and bright red blood flowed down the cheek and dripped onto the ground.
One of the pieces also cut Lingxiang. She lowered her head and didn't even dare to wipe the blood off her face with her fingers.
"Who made this dish?"
The ugly man asked in a low voice.
This sentence made the women even more uneasy, and a girl who looked only about eighteen years old stood up.
He spoke tremblingly: "I did it..."
The ugly man had a sinister smile on his shabby face. "I think I told you last time not to put things like dried chilies in. It seems you never like you're willing to listen to my words?"
"I thought it was too little..." The girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito's.
Click, click, click…
The knuckles of his fists cracked. The ugly man stared at the girl, but still loosened his fists and said with a smile, "Since we have guests today, I won't teach you how to learn your lesson."
As he said that, he looked at Qin Nuo.
He smiled and said, "Look at me, my dear. I have given you enough face."
"I'm not very good at speaking. Should I say thank you?" Qin Nuo asked in confusion, holding the cutlery.
"No need to thank me, I just want to ask, do you think what I did is right?"
The ugly man picked up a glass of champagne, took a sip, and asked lightly.
"I think that Mapo Tofu without dried chilies is like Malatang without spiciness. It has no soul and can no longer be called that dish." Qin Nuo's answer was completely irrelevant.
The ugly man's smile froze for a few seconds. The other women did not look up at Qin Nuo, but it seemed to indicate that Qin Nuo was in great trouble.
"That makes some sense, hahaha. Can I treat it as a joke? It sounds funny!"
The ugly man's sense of humor was inexplicable. He suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he fell backwards and clapped his hands in laughter.
Qin Nuo looked at his expression, blinked, and didn't respond to him.
He was the only one laughing at the table.
After a long moment, the ugly man stopped laughing. His expression changed and turned cold in an instant: "What are you all looking at me for? Eat!"
Everyone quickly lowered their heads and continued eating.
After lunch, the ugly man leaned back in his chair with a satisfied expression, stroking his protruding belly and saying to his wife sitting next to him, "Fruit."
The two women quickly got up and went to prepare some fruit for him.
"Guest, how long do you plan to stay here?"
The ugly man spread his hands and asked nonchalantly.
"Do you mind if I say I'll be staying for a long time?" Qin Nuo asked.
"Why would you mind? I'm a very hospitable person. Although my wives are all very beautiful, facing them every day will eventually tire me."
"It's rare to have a new friend here, so naturally they can stay as long as they want!"
The ugly man didn't care at all, and his carefree smile was very intriguing.
"Thank you very much." Qin Nuo nodded.
"But there's one thing: you can look at my wives, but you can't touch them."
"If I find out you have a hat on your head, you will die miserably, the kind that I will tear into pieces with my own hands!"
The ugly man leaned forward and stared at Qin Nuo.
"Of course, a friend's wife should not be bullied. I understand this." Facing the gaze that seemed to want to eat him alive, Qin Nuo nodded calmly, his expression always remaining calm.
At this time, the cut fruit platter was brought up.
A plate was placed in front of Qin Nuo.
The ugly man picked up the plate directly, poured the fruit into his mouth, and ate it with a crunching sound. The fruit juice kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.
He reached out and pulled the skirt of one of the wives and wiped the stains from his mouth.
He stood up, his dark flesh trembling.
"Entertain our guests well."
"Third and fourth brother, come back to your room with me. I need someone to massage my shoulders during my nap, otherwise I won't be able to sleep comfortably."
After saying that, he picked his teeth and walked towards the door behind him.
The two women stood up, looking tired and haggard.
After looking at Qin Nuo, he followed obediently.
After the ugly man left, the atmosphere at the table seemed to ease a lot.
The women all breathed a sigh of relief. Some leaned back in their chairs to rest, while others stopped eating in an elegant manner and, without caring about their image, began to wolf down the food, even grabbing the food with their hands and putting it into their mouths.
"If he's so scary, why do you still follow him and stay in this hellish place?"
Qin Nuo ate a piece of apple and looked at the shy women at the table. He suddenly opened his mouth and asked casually.
The beautiful women looked at him in panic, then nervously looked towards the door over there, afraid of being heard, and dared not say a word.
Lingxiang held her wrist and said in a voice as small as a mosquito: "His sense of smell, taste, and hearing are very sensitive. Don't talk nonsense in the living room."
"If he could hear me, I wouldn't be sitting here right now."
Despite saying so, Qin Nuo still cooperated and lowered the volume a bit.
"How's your hand?"
Qin Nuo looked at her wrist, which was still covered in blood and had become swollen and purple, and the wound was getting worse.
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Lingxiang shook her head and looked at the shocking wound. There was a hint of numbness in her dim eyes.
"No pain?"
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