Chapter 35

The next day.

The sky was clear, and there wasn't a cloud in sight.

It was not until noon that Su Chen lazily came down from the second floor.

Tong Xiangyu and the others had long since grown accustomed to Su Chen's outrageous schedule.

As soon as he sat down, over a dozen dishes were brought up, filling the entire table.

There was no helping it.

Su Chen was now the cash cow of the Tongfu Inn.

The inn's revenue relied almost entirely on Su Chen, so they had to serve him well.

Moreover, Su Chen was very picky about his food.

Li Dazui simply could not satisfy him.

Of the dozen dishes on the table.

Half of them were cooked foods that Guo Furong had gone out to buy.

"Smoked chicken leg, hmm, the taste is just so-so."

"Eight-treasure fat duck, this duck meat is too fishy."

"Crispy lotus leaf wrap, is this donkey meat inside?"

Su Chen tasted the dishes one by one, frowning from time to time.

He really wasn't being picky.

It was just that he was used to modern delicacies.

These ancient dishes were already hard to swallow.

The difference between the two was not the ingredients, but the seasonings.

"Should I pay a high price to hire a chef from the capital?"

"Or should I kidnap that girl Huang Rong to be a cook?"

Su Chen thought wildly.

He now possessed a thousand taels of gold, and he was feeling a bit arrogant.

Not only did he want to get a master chef from the capital.

He even set his sights on Huang Rong.

Jade Flute Listening to Falling Plums, Good Match Soup, Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night, Deer Belly Stuffed with River Clams...

When he was reading the novel back then.

Su Chen had been very envious of these delicacies made by Huang Rong.

"I wonder how old Huang Rong is now."

"Using child labor is not good."

Su Chen muttered again.

Just then, the air in the inn froze.

It was Xiang Ding, the centurion of the West Chu Great Halberd Warriors' Xiang Battalion, who walked in.

"Xiang Ding pays respects to the Lord, the mission is accomplished."

The over-two-meter-tall Xiang Ding knelt on one knee before Su Chen as usual, his expression solemn.

With Xiang Ding's martial arts and military strategy.

If he were in other battalions of the Great Halberd Warriors, he would be enough to be a chief general.

It was just that the Xiang Battalion was the elite of the elite among the West Chu forces, which was why he was relegated to being a centurion.

"Get up."

Su Chen, who was eating, waved his hand casually.

Suddenly.

He felt a bit strange, "Didn't I just ask you to give those people from the Hailong Gang a small punishment?"

Xiang Ding stood up and said in a muffled voice: "The rules of the Xiang Battalion state that those who insult the Lord shall have their three clans exterminated."

"Clap!"

Lu Xiucai, who was fiddling with his abacus, was almost scared limp, and the abacus fell to the ground.

"You, you didn't kill all three clans of that Meng Yu, did you?"

Lu Xiucai asked, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his voice trembling.

Xiang Ding ignored him and continued:

"My subordinate learned that the leader was the young gang leader of the Hailong Gang, so I went to the Hailong Gang."

"The over seven hundred disciples of the Hailong Gang have all been wiped out."

"A mere Jianghu sect daring to provoke the Lord deserves to die."

Guo Furong, who was wiping the table next door, heard this and immediately shifted ten meters away, almost diving into the kitchen.

Where did this fierce man pop out from?