Chapter Thirty: The Glorious Foodie

  Don't know him, what kind of "brother" is this? Still eating so happily...

  Qin Kan was stunned, and then he only felt a sudden explosion in his mind. The next moment, he fiercely grabbed the stranger's collar: "Who are you? You almost got away with eating and drinking for free..."

  There were faint sounds of swords being drawn and bows being strung all around, and the stranger made some unknown gesture behind his back, after which everything fell silent.

  "The chicken is delicious, make a few more for me to taste, and I'll give you silver money." The exposed brother didn't know how to repent, with a somewhat arrogant expression, as if he was used to giving orders.

  Qin Kan was furious and then burst out laughing, eating his plain food with a straight face and full of energy. How can this person be even more shameless than me?

  Eating plain food is nothing, but after eating plain food, you still have a tone of granting favors, which is somewhat confusing.

  "Give me twenty taels of silver." Qin Kan stretched out his hand coldly.

  The brother seemed to have no concept of silver money, and with a swift wave of his hand, a dark shadow flashed by, and two large silver ingots appeared in Qin Kan's hands, but the dark shadow was nowhere to be seen.

  It's really amazing, did this guy rub Aladdin's magic lamp?

  Since he had given the money, Qin naturally couldn't be considered as eating for free. He put away the silver and his expression became welcoming, after all, people who were willing to spend twenty taels of silver on a single chicken weren't common.

  "What's your honorable surname?" Qin Kan cupped his hands.

  "His surname is Xú, Xu Pengju." This person didn't show any modesty and didn't say polite phrases like "don't be so formal", as if this surname was originally very noble, and being humble would be unfilial to his ancestors.

  Xu Pengju, sounds a bit familiar, Qin Kan couldn't think of it for a moment, but using Yue Fei's old man's style name as his own name is quite shameless...

  Perfunctorily waving his hand, Qin Kan forced a smile: "Nice to meet you... nice to meet you..."

  Saying goodbye, Qin Kan had no intention of continuing to "meet" with him, and he turned his head to beckon Tang Yin to leave.

  Xu Pengju was anxious: "After receiving the silver, why didn't you make a few more chicken dishes for me? The flavor from just now..."

  Qin Kan was quite blunt: "The twenty taels of silver are for the one you ate earlier, there's no ingredients left to eat now, if fate permits, we'll talk about it next time."

  After packing up their things, Qin Kan and Tang Yin headed back on their way.

  What a disappointment! I was originally planning to drink wine and discuss with Tang Da Caizi about how to divide the silver after the publication of Journey to the West, but as a result, someone came out of nowhere to steal their chicken...

  Back in the city, Tang Yin became increasingly uneasy and nervously twisted his neck.

  "Little brother, have you ever had a feeling of being followed by a dog?"

  Qin Kan nodded: "My feeling is more complicated than yours, I always feel like being followed by a group of dogs..."

  The two turned their heads, but saw Xupeng Julei less than ten feet behind them, his eyes fixed on them with a green glow. Seeing them turn around, Xupeng Julei quickly turned around and pretended to examine the bottles and jars of a street vendor, using very clumsy tracking techniques.

  Xu Pengju was surrounded by a few people who were wandering around him, although they were dressed in casual clothes, but kept a fixed distance from him at a steady pace.

  Qin Kan glared at him fiercely, this Xu guy's appearance was too repulsive, it was really hard to give rise to his good feelings.

  The two of them walked for a while, Xu Peng raised his head and followed at a distance, like a shadow, keeping pace with him, maintaining a distance of about ten zhang.

  Qin Kan walked for a while before suddenly bursting out laughing with a snort.

  "Little brother, why are you smiling?"

  "Don't be offended, brother Tang, I just recalled a common saying from my hometown and lost my composure..."

  "What's the common saying?"

  "If you look like a bun, don't blame the dog for following... Hahaha"

  Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing too. As he laughed, he suddenly felt something was off, and his laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a melancholic expression.

  "Who looks more like Baozi between you and me?"

  Qin Kan's laughter stopped abruptly, then he looked at Tang Yin and sighed silently.

  Tang Yin looked at Qin Kan's smooth skin and touched his own face, feeling a pang of melancholy.

  Tang Yin, born in the sixth year of the Chenghua reign of Emperor Xianzong, is now exactly 34 years old. He no longer has the elegant and handsome appearance of his youth. Time has been kind to him, but his skin is rough, and most importantly, his face is full of wrinkles...

  It's not a solution for him to be followed by others all the time. Qin Kan didn't like the feeling of being stared at from behind.

  As they passed by the food stall, Qin Kan grabbed a few mantou and wrapped them in lotus leaves, making them look like beggar's chicken. He then threw them to the side of the road and finally pulled Tang Yin to make a crazy run away...

  Xu Pengju reacted quickly, and with a swift motion, he dived towards the roadside, adopting the standard goalkeeper's pose. Just before the package wrapped in lotus leaves hit the ground, he managed to catch it, but unfortunately, while catching the object, he lost his balance due to inertia and fell headfirst into a ceramics shop by the road...

  "Damn it!" Xu Peng could only curse out this sentence before resignedly closing his eyes.

  A burst of crashing sounds, the several big men surrounding Xu Pengju let out a loud cry of "Young Master" and rushed into the porcelain shop as if they were going to lose their lives.

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  "Brother Xian, I found that you are not very kind..." Tang Yin returned to the inn room with a thoughtful expression.

  It wasn't until today that I discovered a corner of Qin Kan's iceberg-like personality. I have to say, Tang Da's reaction was indeed a bit slow.

  "There's always a dark side to human nature, Brother Tang. Every time you see those examinees from the same year as you now holding high-ranking official positions, don't you feel an urge to slap them in the face with your shoe sole?"

  "This is also true, but what I was thinking of was to strangle them one by one...” Tang Yin shook his head again: "But this idea is wrong, the sage said 'I reflect on myself three times a day', and I repent for this thought every day..."

  "I will also reflect on myself, and next time I'll be more careful..." Qin Kan's response didn't show much sincerity.

  After a long silence, Qin Kan asked cautiously: "'Wu Ri'... is it a dirty word that the Sage scolds?"

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  The door was kicked open roughly.

  Xu Peng burst in through the door with a head full of porcelain shards.

  "Scoundrel! What a big nerve you have! I just wanted to eat a few of your chickens, and yet you scoundrel treat me like this. Aren't you afraid that I'll chop you up alive?"

  Tang Yin's face was filled with horror, while Qin Kan let out a sigh: "He actually chased us all the way to the inn...he likes eating chicken so much, is he a foodie or a weasel..."

  Xu Pengju was furious: "I am the grandson of the Duke of Wei in Nanjing, how dare you!"

  Behind Xu Pengju, a row of martially dressed men simultaneously drew their swords from their scabbards, the blades gleaming with cold light, making one's heart tremble with fear. The small fighting room was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of killing intent.

  Qin Kan's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered: "Wh-what... grandson?"

  "Grandson of Duke Wei of Nanjing!"