Li Chunyan said apologetically, "Bai Meizi, something big must have happened in the village. I have to go to a meeting. Zhang Fan, can you stay with Bai Meizi for a bit?"
Zhang Fan nodded: "Okay."
As soon as Li Chunyan left, Bai Rou'er looked around to make sure no one was there. She rubbed her lower back and said, "My back is so sore, could you massage it for me?"
When Zhang Fan massaged her last time, she felt more comfortable than ever before, and she even had a beautiful dream that night.
Zhang Fan placed his hand on Bai Rou'er's lower back, controlling the release of a thin amount of spiritual energy from his palm.
Bai Rou'er couldn't help but let out a comfortable groan, her face instantly turning red.
She felt embarrassed, biting her lower lip to hold back her tears, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Zhang Fan, feeling a mischievous urge, intensified the release of his spiritual power. Bai Rou'er felt a warm current surge from her waist, flowing through her limbs and bones, making every pore feel refreshed as if it had been cleansed. She couldn't help but let out a moan.
The sound was somewhat ambiguous, but Zhang Fan had already heard it before. Bai Rou'er felt more comfortable making a sound, so she stopped trying to control herself.
In the courtyard, Bai Rou'er's groans, coming from the depths of her soul, echoed.
After an unknown amount of time, Bai Rou'er squinted her eyes, her gaze hazy, and her face flushed with satisfaction.
Just as she was enjoying the process, a phone rang urgently.
"I'll be right back, it might take two hours." Bai Rou'er frowned, her expression serious.
After hanging up the phone, Bai Rou'er explained, "A guest is causing trouble."
“Let’s go together.” Zhang Fan stood up.
Bai Rou'er was, after all, a weak woman, and still his woman; he wouldn't allow anyone to bully her.
As he descended the mountain, Zhang Fan glanced in the direction of the old locust tree.
The villagers are having a meeting under the big locust tree.
The wind carried the villagers' message to Zhang Fan's ears.
“I told you there was a mountain god, but you didn’t believe me. Look at the video I filmed yesterday morning. There were will-o’-the-wisps under the old locust tree. I felt something was wrong with the old locust tree yesterday, and today it withered.”
"This is too strange. Could this drought be a punishment from the mountain god?"
Upon hearing this, everyone panicked and started discussing it amongst themselves.
Zhang Youde leaned heavily on his cane, speaking without even panting, his voice even louder: "I suggest we prepare for both possibilities."
"First, we need to find a professional to see if we can build a well. Second, we need to consult a shaman to see if we can communicate with the mountain god and ask him to help us."
"I agree!"
"I agree!"
This statement was unanimously agreed upon by everyone.
Zhang Fan didn't hear the rest of what they said; they had already gone far away and needed to deal with the restaurant matters first.
The car sped along and soon arrived at the Kelai Restaurant.
Upon entering the store, the floor was a complete mess.
With a cooking spoon in one hand and restaurant employees standing behind him, Qingtuo confronted a group of menacing-looking people.
Bai Rou'er walked to Qing Tuo's side and whispered, "What happened?"
Qingtuo: "Miss, this group of people ordered food, but then said they weren't satisfied with the taste and demanded that we pay them back. They only flipped the table after they finished all the food."
Bai Rou'er looked at the group of people, and the one in the lead was the same man who had stood next to Wei Luo a few days ago. She knew that this was a deliberate attempt to cause trouble.
If she were an ordinary person, she might choose to suffer a loss and waive the cost of the meal. After all, doing business requires a long-term perspective, and having more friends means having more opportunities to make money.
But the other party was clearly there to cause trouble, and Bai Rou'er was not one to be easily bullied.
She said firmly, "Everyone has different tastes. If you don't like it, we can accept asking for a refund after the first bite. But you've already finished eating it and you're still like this. No one would agree to that."
The skinny monkey licked his lips and pointed his thumb at the fat, tall man: "My friend got food poisoning in there, and he has to pay for the medical expenses, or this isn't over."
The tall, fat man immediately cooperated by clutching his stomach, bending over, and groaning in pain.
The exaggerated voice made it obvious to anyone that it was an act.
Bai Rou'er had never dealt with such a scoundrel before, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "I'm going to call the police."
The skinny monkey laughed: "Hurry up and report it, let everyone see that eating your food will kill people!"
Bai Rou'er was speechless at these shameless words, and gritted her teeth, saying, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Skinny Monkey: "I've made it very clear, we'll settle this by paying you money!"
Bai Rou'er: "Don't even think about it!"
"Then don't blame us for being impolite, brothers, let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people who came with the skinny monkey started smashing things in the store.
This group of people clearly came prepared, as they were carrying steel pipes.
Even if it's proven that the other party was at fault and things were damaged, the renovation alone would take at least half a month.
Renovation costs, employee salaries, and potential customers represent a significant expense and loss.
Qing Tuo raised his ladle, ready to retaliate, when Zhang Fan condensed his spiritual energy into a point of light and struck the acupoints of the group, mixed with the detoxifying pills he had refined.
However, the amount of detoxifying pills is very small and will not cause death, but it will weaken a person's constitution, requiring a large amount of medication to recover.
Moreover, the acupoints he hits are all extremely painful.
In an instant, the group of people were lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, their faces contorted in pain, groaning and crying out.
Bai Rou'er was stunned, her eyes wide open.
When she was chatting with Li Chunyan yesterday, she heard a little about the legend of Zhang Fan being protected by the mountain god.
She initially thought it was just a coincidence, but now that she's seen it with her own eyes, she finds it truly shocking.
As the skinny monkey writhed in pain, he accidentally dropped his money.
Zhang Fan bent down to pick it up and asked, "How much did they spend on food?"
Qingtuo: "One thousand."
Zhang Fan counted the money; the skinny monkey had three thousand on him.
He handed all the money to Bai Rou'er: "Money for the meal."
The skinny monkey's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at his money, spitting out with difficulty, "Give me back the extra money."
Zhang Fan pointed to the soup and ceramic shards on the ground: "These are compensation."
"Now, get out!"
Zhang Fan was very strong; he grabbed the tall, thin man and threw him out the door.
Seeing this, Qingtuo and the others followed suit and dragged everyone else out.
After everyone left, Bai Rou'er remembered the most important thing.
She was in a hurry and hadn't had time to try the dishes that Qingtuo had made.
Qingtuo was very quick; in no time, he had prepared three of his signature dishes, one of which was roast duck.
The roast duck is golden in color and has a rich aroma.
Bai Rou'er unconsciously frowned.
The smell is mediocre; it doesn't smell as good as Zhang Fan's.
She tasted a piece and was slightly disappointed.
Although Qing Tuo did a good job, compared to Zhang Fan, there was simply an insurmountable gap between them.
Seeing that her expression was off, Qingtuo also picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, but couldn't taste anything wrong with it.
Bai Rou'er sighed and looked at Zhang Fan: "Are you really not going to be the chef?"
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