Chapter 97 Three Rules with Baozi
After Zhou Yu, he never came to Chunfeng Deyilou again, which further solidified the rumor that the owner of Chunfeng Deyilou had become a divorced woman. Even when I sometimes sat in the lobby with my big belly, I would attract all sorts of looks, mostly pity. It's clear that there are still more good people than bad in this world...
It's true that in a large forest, you'll find all sorts of birds.
"Hey, look at that woman! She tried to climb the social ladder but got dumped, and she still has the nerve to open a restaurant here like nothing happened... If it were me, I would have jumped into the river long ago!"
"What kind of restaurant would a woman like that run? A brothel would be perfect for her! Hahaha..."
"They both run restaurants, I really don't know how there can be such a big difference..."
As I sat leisurely sipping my soup beside Rouge, I kept hearing some harsh and unrestrained words. I raised my eyebrows slightly and looked towards the source of the voice. A greasy, fat man was standing there with an air of righteous indignation, gesturing wildly as he spoke with great pride, as if he were the embodiment of justice and a messenger of light.
"Also running a restaurant?" I looked closer and realized it was Manager Song from the restaurant across the street! You little punk, don't think I won't recognize you just because you've changed your name. This isn't your first time here, is it? Do you really think I'm a pushover?
"Tell me, would you dare eat this food?" the fat man said, his face beaming, as he stuffed his mouth full of food.
"Watch your mouth!" Zi Yan said angrily, her hand holding the soup as if to splash it.
"You dare splash me? You dare splash me! Is this how you run a restaurant?" The fat man, increasingly emboldened, shouted.
Zi Yan gritted her teeth, but dared not actually pour it down.
I strolled leisurely to Ziyan's side, then suddenly raised my hand and knocked the soup bowl out of her hand. Ziyan looked at me with some surprise, then let go, spilling the entire bowl of hot soup all over the fat man.
"Ah! It's hot! What are you doing! What are you doing!" The fat man yelled as if his tail had been stepped on.
"Oh! Isn't this Manager Song?!" I exclaimed with a sweet smile and a look of surprise.
"You, you, you!" The chubby shopkeeper, Mr. Song, glared at me. "You burned me!"
"Huh? You're afraid of getting burned?" I asked, looking completely clueless.
"Nonsense! The soup is so hot!" Manager Song roared angrily.
"Have you ever heard this saying?" I turned around and said with a smile.
The diners were watching the commotion as spectators, and when I suddenly asked them a question, they all looked puzzled.
"That saying goes...a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water." I nodded, explaining.
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"You shameless woman!" Manager Song roared in anger, his face turning red, making him look even more like a big, red pig's head.
I turned and went upstairs leisurely. Standing on the stairs, I suddenly turned back as if I remembered something and said, "Oh, right... don't get angry easily, it can easily trigger cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, ranging from a stroke to death..."
"You..." Manager Song trembled with anger.
"Instead of focusing on how to stab others in the back and ruin them, you should think about how to improve your own restaurant," he said, recalling his earlier words. I shrugged, laughed, and added, "We both run restaurants, I really don't know how there can be such a big difference..."
"You shameless woman, you got pregnant out of nowhere, who knows whose bastard it is! Am I wrong?!" Manager Song was so angry with me that he raised his neck and cursed loudly.
"Are you out of your mind, running wild on my turf?" I walked down the stairs step by step, stood in front of him, and gritted my teeth. "Didn't your mother teach you not to cause trouble on other people's turf?"
Manager Song stomped his foot angrily, then turned to leave.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Apologize to my son first." I grabbed him and said calmly.
"Who's Baozi?!" Manager Song looked completely bewildered.
I pointed to my stomach with a warm expression.
"A madman." Manager Song looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Apologize to my son. He's not a bastard. Apologize.” I said again, my brow furrowed, my voice rising a few decibels.
"You madman, let me go!" Manager Song cursed.
Rouge and Ziyan all gathered around. Luckily, Zhao'er had gone out to buy wine, otherwise who knows what he might have done.
"...I heard that the county magistrate's nephew died under mysterious circumstances...it's truly pitiful," I said softly with a sigh.
Manager Song's face paled slightly, and he quickly said "I'm sorry" before leaving in a hurry.
"Hey! Manager Song... if your restaurant is going out of business and you need to transfer ownership, you should come to me. We've known each other for a long time, and I can offer you a little more money!"
As if afraid of angering him to death, I laughed and shouted loudly at his back. After shouting, I turned around, supporting my waist, and silently went upstairs.
Back in my room, I collapsed onto the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
For several days in a row, I had nightmares and could only fall asleep by drinking a calming soup made with rouge.
Zhou Yu's words became clearer day by day, but why were they completely different from history? Cao Cao couldn't possibly be in trouble...
"Cao Cao was critically wounded and his life was nearing its end."
Severely injured and on the verge of death...
Could it be that my appearance... has altered the established course of history?
As I was frowning and deep in thought, I suddenly felt a slight movement in my stomach. I looked down at my bulging belly.
"Baozi, are you worried about your dad?" I asked softly, gently stroking his bulging belly.
"I see... Are you really worried?"
"Baozi, are you afraid of being born posthumously? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
"Baozi, do you want to see what your dad looks like?"
"Really? Baozi really wants to see it?"
I patted my stomach gently while muttering to myself.
"What? You said you're going to see him?"
"Go yourself if you want, I'm not going."
"Ah, right, you're still inside me... you can't go by yourself."
"Fine, fine, what can I do? I'm your mother. If you want to go, I'll take you."
"It's you who wanted to see me! It's you! Baozi!" I muttered to myself, then puffed out my cheeks and shouted loudly. (A slightly exasperated young man: Are you just putting on a show of self-deception, my dear? Poor Baozi... you've been used by your mom again...)
"Okay, Mom will take you to Nanban to find your dad, but we need to make three rules: First, you want to see him, so I'm reluctantly taking you; second, we'll leave once we see your dad safe and sound; third, you have to stay put in my belly until we see him. Understand? If you understand, let's pack up and leave!"
Baozi is speechless.
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