Chapter 59: Zhang Liang's Father and Danger

  Jiang Feng was already in a precarious situation, and even the time to draw his sword had run out. He simply squatted down with both feet on the ground, using the force of his legs to propel himself forward, and violently crashed into his opponent's chest with his shoulder. This was the Bear Stance of Bajiquan. The distance between them suddenly narrowed, and his opponent's fists and feet momentarily halted, pulling back slightly. Jiang Feng had already closed in.

  Because the distance was too close, the punches and kicks didn't have any power, and before he could even react, Jiang Feng swiftly turned his body around, embracing his opponent with a tiger-like hug, wrapping around his waist, letting out a loud roar, lifting him up, and slamming him into the brick wall at the edge of the alley.

  A loud crash, shook off a lot of dust, the person who launched the sneak attack was caught off guard by this sudden collision, and before he could even get up from the wall, Jiang Feng's steel knife had already been unsheathed and landed on his neck, rendering him completely immobile.

  Jiang Feng only then saw the appearance of the person opposite him, a middle-aged robust man wearing the usual attire of a Jin Yiwei officer, with a big beard on his face, looking extremely fierce and formidable, seemingly in his thirties. Jiang Feng's heart was secretly on guard, thinking to himself, could it be that he had done something to offend those in power, and they were sending someone to capture him.

  He didn't notice the smile on his face, looked inside the alley and found no one, was about to ask loudly, but unexpectedly Zhang Liang, who had been silent all along, shouted anxiously and awkwardly:

  "Master, you mustn't hurt my father."

  "Your dad!?"

  Jiang Feng's hand trembled, almost cutting the bearded man's neck, and hastily shifted the blade slightly. Upon closer inspection, there were some similarities in his facial features, especially around the eyebrows and eyes. Zhang Liang didn't dare to get close, and Jiang Feng looked only two or three years older than him.

  However, from the moment they met until now, it's almost a daily beating, although the training effect is very significant, but also scared this young man, seeing Jiang Feng is like a mouse seeing a cat.

  Zhang Liang scratched the back of his head and looked at the big man sitting by the wall:

  "Last night on my way home, when my dad was testing my kung fu skills, he found out that I had practiced for a longer time than usual. At first, he praised me, and I got excited and said something, but as a result, I got scolded..."

  The man on the ground suddenly became furious and opened his mouth to scold loudly:

  "You're as hesitant as a woman, I'm just checking if you're qualified to teach this kid. You little brat, it's been over ten days and your lower stance has improved a lot. I say, Brother Jiang, put that knife away, would you? Patrolmen don't sharpen their Spring-Autumn knives, this sharp blade is making me nervous."

  It seems that this is indeed Zhang Liang's father, but although he has a big beard, his face looks like it's less than 40 years old. This makes Jiang Feng wonder, but he still puts the knife back in its sheath. Although Zhang Liang's father's words are full of anger, his face doesn't show any similar expression. He stands up straight from the ground and gives Zhang Liang a slap on the back of the head as he tries to come over to support him, laughing and scolding:

  "Kid, you've secretly found a good master for yourself. When did you pay respects to the ancestral tablet and become an apprentice?"

  Zhang Liang's old man was speaking rapidly and continuously, Zhang Liang became increasingly embarrassed, but Jiang Feng found it quite interesting to see the usually careless and heartless Zhang Liang acting like a child. Zhang Liang pulled his father's sleeve and whispered:

  "Dad, I just kowtowed, nothing else happened."

  This time, Zhang Liang's father was really furious, his face clearly showing anger, and he grabbed Zhang Liang there, saying viciously:

  "You little scamp!"

  Not having opened his mouth to scold, Jiang Feng was already somewhat impatient on the side. The banter between this father and son in front of him, Zhang Liang was still okay, but his father's pretentious attitude was too heavy, looking at it made him extremely uncomfortable. Jiang Feng coldly spoke up:

  "Zhang Liang is following me to learn, he's my apprentice. What's the point of so many empty pleasantries, Zhang Liang? It's getting late too, let's go out of the city and take a look at the slave market."

  As soon as these stiff words came out, Zhang Liang's father's face suddenly brightened up and he didn't get angry. He walked over to pat Jiang Feng's shoulder and said with approval:

  "The young man is all right, he's got brains and fists, it's just that he's a bit too impulsive. I can rest assured if I leave my son with you."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around neatly and left, ignoring Zhang Liang on the other side. Just as he was about to leave the alley entrance, he suddenly turned his head and said:

  "Zhao Lao San from the west of the city is looking for you tonight with some business trouble, be careful."

  Jiang Feng walked into the large hall on the first floor of Hui Feng Building with a gloomy face, accompanied by Zhang Liang. On the opening day, all seats for lunch and dinner had been booked except for those reserved for tasting dishes. Everyone was busy preparing for this tense moment.

  Every time he stood in this hall, Jiang Feng had the feeling of working in a tavern in his past life. Even though he was a rough man, he still felt some nostalgia in his heart. As for Zhang Liang behind him, he always looked at everything in front of him with shining eyes. Jiang Feng took out a white paper from his pocket, on which was written the recipe and method of making the egg pancake from this morning, which was still copied by Su Guan Yue after she calmed down.

  In the past, these days were all written by Jiang Feng with charcoal on a wooden board, and then handed over to Zhao Xiucan for writing. Then Zhao Xiucan read it out loud to Bao Wen. When cooking, if there was anything wrong, he would discuss it with Jiang Feng together. If Bao didn't think that Jiang's ability to turn stones into gold was amazing in these few days.

  So out of thin air, he created some dishes, with wonderful pairings and unparalleled flavor, which left Bao Wen, a chef for over a decade, utterly impressed.

  As for Zhao Xiūcái, who was closer to Jiang Feng, he had no idea how to evaluate his master, who was good at martial arts, could make money, and could cook. When he saw the nearly completed decoration of the wine hall, he was even more respectful, already regarding Jiang Feng as a god-like person.

  Zhao Xiūcái carefully put away the formula scroll, for him, this text that Jiang Feng entrusted to him to keep, which is considered a secret of the wine tower, is a kind of trust. Zhao Xiūcái, who had already harbored the thought of "dying for those who know me", felt even more valued and trusted by his master.

  However, Jiang Feng's mood this morning was clearly gloomy. Zhang Liang, who followed behind him, usually came to the wine house with a loud laugh, but now he quietly followed behind, not daring to make a sound. Zhao Xiuzai also didn't dare say anything.

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