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In a small town near Siji Mountain, two old men wearing straw hats, who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old, sat in front of a tavern.
The old man on the left took a sip of coarse tea and pointed at the peddlers shouting their wares on the street, saying, "A bunch of ordinary people, making a lot of noise."
The old man opposite said, "What kind of place is this, coming from such a remote and impoverished area?"
The old man on the left said, "We were living a life of luxury in the Holy Land, but now we've been sent to do this kind of job. We don't even have much for travel expenses. I'm so worried."
The old man opposite said, "That's right. Staying in a place like this for too long really brings bad luck. We should think about the invitations we haven't delivered yet and finish this job as soon as possible so we can go back and report."
The old man on the left said, "I can't stand this awful place for even a minute."
While the two old men were still complaining, the waiter suddenly slammed two bowls of beef noodles onto their table, spilling soup all over the table.
The waiter clearly lacked service awareness; he slung a rag over his shoulder and walked away without looking back.
This infuriated the two of them.
One of the older men called out to him, "Young man, what kind of attitude is this? Don't you have any sense of service?"
The waiter turned around and retorted, "Eat if you want, or get out."
*Snap*
Another old man slammed his hand on the table and stood up, shouting, "You dare to insult us? Do you know who I am?"
The waiter scoffed, "Sit still. I've seen plenty of people like you who act all high and mighty just because they have some kind of mystical background. Don't give me that attitude."
The old man was about to lash out when his companion pulled him back: "Forget it, what's the point of arguing with these country bumpkins? We still have to keep going after we finish our noodles."
Helpless, the old man had no choice but to suppress his anger, pick up his chopsticks, and prepare to eat the noodles.
However, upon seeing the face of the person, one of them immediately became furious.
"Waiter! Come here right now!"
"What are you yelling about? Are you wailing at a funeral?"
The waiter walked impatiently to the table.
The old man on the left tapped his noodle bowl with his chopsticks and asked, "You promised beef noodles, so where's the beef?"
The waiter sneered, "I thought it was nothing. Have you ever seen your wife while eating wife cake? Making a fuss over nothing, you're just a country bumpkin who can't stand up to scrutiny."
The old man, unable to bear it any longer, immediately stood up and pointed at the waiter, saying, "Damn it, do you think I, Hu Guangshan, am a powerful expert at the fourth rank of the Nirvana Realm?"
An outer sect deacon of the Heavenly Absolute Holy Land, always surrounded by admirers wherever he goes, never imagined he would be so looked down upon by this mere mortal.
"A master of the Xuanmen sect cannot be insulted; I must teach you a lesson."
However, the waiter remained unmoved: "Alright, stop pretending. If you were really some big shot, you wouldn't be eating in this tiny tavern. See over there?"
Following the direction pointed out by the waiter, a rather grand restaurant came into view.
"That's a place for high-class people. If you have the guts, go. If not, just eat your noodles and stop putting on airs."
If you keep babbling, don't blame me for unleashing a torrent of emotional abuse on your mothers.
After saying that, the waiter gave Hu Guangshan a disdainful look and turned to go into the back room.
Hu Guangshan trembled with rage and said to his companion, "Old Zhang, I really didn't expect that an ant with no cultivation would have the courage to keep jumping on the edge of death?"
“They’re from a remote, impoverished area and have never seen the world. It’s normal that they don’t recognize our identity.”
"But I just can't swallow this insult. These ants dare to mess with me. It's unforgivable."
"Forget it, let's eat our noodles quickly. After that, we have to go to the Yintian Dynasty to deliver the invitation, and then we have to go to the Great Xia Kingdom. We still have a long way to go."
Left with no other choice, the two picked up the beef noodles (which contained no beef) and began to eat them.
"Shopkeeper, come out and greet us."
With a shout, Ding Bu'er and Yun Weiwei stepped into the noodle shop.
Upon seeing the two, the waiter immediately greeted them with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Ding, Miss Yun, you're here again! Come in, come in!"
Soon, the two were warmly greeted by the waiter and sat down at a table by the window in the noodle shop.
Upon seeing this, Hu Guangshan immediately said to Zhang Danfeng, "Look at that face! It's infuriating! This kid is more enthusiastic towards a piece of trash at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm than we are. I want to know where the problem lies."
Zhang Danfeng's face twitched uncontrollably. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Maybe he's a relative or something. After all, they're from the same town, so they'd know each other and become familiar with each other."
"I really want to beat this bastard to a pulp right now. This is something even an uncle can tolerate, but an aunt can't stand."
Ding Bu'er obviously didn't notice the situation at Hu Guangshan's table. He simply took out a spirit crystal from his pocket and said, "Prepare all the good wine and food you have here and put it on a table. When my boss comes back later, I'll have to treat him. Consider the rest as your reward."
The waiter immediately became excited: "Master Ding, please sit down. I'll go and make arrangements right away. There happen to be a few jars of twenty-year-old Nu'er Hong wine in the cellar. I'll bring them to you right away."
"Do you have osmanthus wine? Our boss loves it."
"Don't worry, leave it to me. Although we don't have it here, the restaurant next door does. Please wait a moment, I will arrange it properly."
"Go, and try to be as quick as possible."
"Alright!"
After saying that, the waiter excitedly ran out to buy wine.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Hu Guangshan stopped him: "Waiter, what do you mean by this?"
"What do you mean?"
Why are you so polite to them but so cold to us?
"Where is the coldness?"
"Isn't that cold?"
"Laughable. You only ordered two bowls of beef noodles, which cost only thirty coins in total. How can we be polite to you? Do you expect us to treat you like our fathers?"
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