Chapter 3: The Unpalatable White Food

  Jiang Feng subconsciously thought of the scenes from TV and books, to be honest, in his previous life, he hadn't been to a tavern more than a few times. Jiang Feng simply said:

  "Bring your specialties and serve them up for me."

  The nonsensical ordering phrase stunned the shop assistant, who stood there blankly, not knowing how to respond. It wasn't until the boss let out a gentle cough that he snapped back to reality. He glanced at the boss's expression and hastily shouted:

  "Just wait for a moment, it will be here soon."

  No matter what era, the taverns and restaurants that get up early in the morning are cleaning up and won't be open for business. However, Jiang Feng rushed in so recklessly, and a group of people also didn't ask any questions. Soon after, the aroma of cooking food wafted from behind, and Jiang Feng felt his stomach was somewhat empty. Recalling, he realized that he hadn't eaten anything since dinner last night.

  Very soon, the four dishes were served quickly and neatly on the table. Jiang Feng took a look and suddenly felt hungry. He first picked up a steamed bun, used chopsticks to pick some garlic shoots stir-fried meat and put it in his mouth.

  "Ptooey!" With a sudden burst of spittle, Jiang Feng immediately launched into a loud and furious tirade:

  "This is awful, what the heck is this, it's disgusting."

  The shopkeeper, who had been watching from the counter, suddenly flew into a rage upon hearing this. He slammed his abacus down heavily and the shop assistant hastily picked up his chopsticks, put some food in his mouth, chewed for a few moments, then shook his head at the shopkeeper behind him.

  "Boss, this garlic sprout stir-fried meat is nothing special, it's just like usual."

  Jiang Feng's hands didn't stop, and he continuously tasted all four dishes. He took a bite of each one, then spat it out. The things that looked good in his mouth felt like chewing wax. Jiang Feng suddenly became furious - after I return to the Ming Dynasty, do I have to eat these disgusting things every day?

  Jiang Feng, who was eating and suddenly became angry, threw the bun in his hand, stood up and walked away, but unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's speed was even faster, and he flashed in front of him to block his way.

  "Sir, that's a total of 500 coins, thank you for your generosity..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Er was already grabbed by the chest by Jiang Feng and lifted up straight. Jiang Feng's body was originally tall and sturdy, with great strength to boot. He stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Er right in front of him, staring fiercely at the young Xiao Er and saying savagely:

  "Something that tastes terrible and they still want money for it."

  The neck of the shopkeeper was already choked and he could hardly breathe, unable to answer. Looking at the ferocious Jiang Feng in front of him, he first nodded, then frantically shook his head, not knowing what to say, and he couldn't speak either.

  The shopkeeper behind him couldn't help but speak up in a cold tone:

  "Master Jiang, our wine house has a share of City Patrol Officer Qiu's, you'd better restrain yourself, or everyone will lose face."

  Qiu Ye, the city patrol officer, was not unfamiliar to Jiang Feng's memory. Like himself, Qiu Ye was also a small school in the city patrol. However, he was good at flattering and was one of those who couldn't be offended among his colleagues. Usually, because of Jiang Feng's weakness, he had been bullied by Qiu Ye several times and suffered a lot of bullying.

  In the capital, there are many noble and powerful people who cannot be easily offended. Therefore, these shop owners have to let some officials with real power invest in their businesses. Among them, the Brocade Guards, as local bullies, are the best choice. If they were to find the eunuchs from the Eastern Depot, they would have to worry about their shops being taken over.

  Now known as Jiang Ye, Jiang Feng cursed in his heart and casually threw the shopkeeper down. He turned around, picked up the knife on the table without drawing it out, and heavily chopped the scabbard on the counter. His eyes slightly closed, he looked at the shop owner, a man in his 40s who appeared to be quite shrewd.

  That long knife chopped the abacus into powder, and the shopkeeper secretly cursed in his heart, thinking that Jiang Feng was usually timid, but now he had become fierce.

  "I want money? I've never taken a single cent from anyone! This knife, this token"

  To match his words, he slapped a waist card from his waist on the table and continued to say viciously:

  "Give me money and take this knife away."

  They say it's just a knife, but who would be foolish enough to touch this hot potato? Especially with Jiang Feng's hand still on the handle, who dares to take it. The shopkeeper is quick-witted and doesn't want to suffer losses in front of him, his expression quickly changing from shock to a flattering smile, his voice transforming from icy cold to a nauseating tone:

  "Boss Jiang, I was just joking with you. It's an honor for our restaurant to have you dine here, why would we charge you? What's this?"

  The shopkeeper looked at Jiang Feng in front of him and had already put the knife on his shoulder, but stretched out one hand and said with a "generous" smile:

  "Recently I've been a bit short on cash, so I'll borrow a few taels of silver from you to spend. If not, I'll pawn my belt here with you."

  The shopkeeper's face was gloomy, and he took out some loose silver coins from the counter and put them in Jiang Feng's hand. At the same time, he pushed back the waist card of Jin Yiwei, saying repeatedly:

  "Not necessary, not necessary..."

  Jiang Feng nodded, grabbed the silver and waist card, and walked out with a swagger. The shopkeeper behind him stared at Jiang Feng's expression in a daze, suddenly seeming to remember something, walked to the table, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, closed his eyes, savored carefully, and suddenly opened his mouth in doubt:

  "The taste hasn't changed."

  Two doormen were peeking out, watching with bated breath as Jiang Feng's commotion made them nervous. They had spoken carelessly earlier and their mocking words must have been overheard by Jiang Feng. As he strode out nonchalantly, they hastily dodged to the side.

  Jiang Feng did not let it go, pointing at the guest who spoke the most unpleasant words and shouting loudly:

  "Halt! Don't move!"

  The guest who knew was frightened at that time, standing there honestly and looking at Jiang Feng with fear as he walked over. Jiang Feng walked up to him, slightly lowered his head, looked at the guest and said:

  "What you said is right, from now on I won't give Grandpa money for meals."

  After finishing speaking, he burst into loud laughter and walked away with long strides, leaving the two people standing there in a daze.

  The sun is shining brightly, the weather is clear and sunny. The confusion of last night's arrival in this world has been replaced by a sense of clarity and calmness. The anger that once dwelled within the previous owner of this body has vanished without a trace. It feels incredibly refreshing. Suddenly, I thought of someone - the chubby interpreter from the movie "Little Soldier Zhang Ga".

  "My old man eats at restaurants in the city for free, what's the big deal about eating with you?"

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