It's all this time, today is another working day, and there are still customers coming in? Wang Cheng and the two waiters looked at the door suspiciously, and before they saw anyone, they heard a burst of shouting.

Coming in with the sound were a few young people who didn't look serious at first glance. They wore all sorts of bells and whistles on their upper bodies, small vests over them, and tight trousers on their lower bodies. With his head tilted and his shoulders shrugged, he walked and swayed his shoulders from side to side, as if announcing to the world that he was not to be messed with.

"Are you the boss?" The leader was a tall thin man with dyed yellow hair, he looked at Wang Cheng and asked, because although Wang Cheng was wearing an apron at this time, he was sitting on the seat holding a thermos cup and sucking tea, while Qi An was still practicing the control of the heat in the back kitchen.

"How many people sit down first, what do you eat?" Wang Cheng saw that someone was coming, although he didn't look like a diner, he also greeted the guests kindly.

Only then did these five people walk in and sit down around the Eight Immortals table. The leader of the yellow hair asked, "Bring the menu to my brother and take a look, why are you so unkind to serve people? Do you want to get mixed up?"

Wang Cheng has opened a shop for more than ten years, no one has seen it, he knows that this is a gangster, and he hurriedly has a smile on his face, and said politely: "Look at the sign hanging on the wall, we can order whatever you want to eat here, and make it to your satisfaction." ”

Huang Mao looked at the water sign and was a little surprised at first glance. A few of them are gangsters in this area, but they themselves obviously do not have the consciousness to be ashamed of this, but feel that they are very majestic in collecting protection money from door to door, just like the old boys in Hong Kong films in the 90s.

It's not that the merchants haven't thought about calling the police, but this kind of civil case is not enough to sentence, and they are only detained for a few days each time and then released.

In desperation, the shops on this street had no choice but to break the bank to avoid disasters, but fortunately, their appetite was not great, and their behavior was considered to be a rule, so they have been making do with it.

Huang Mao heard that the old owner had sold the store out, and the new store opened today, so he came here today to play a prestige. Unexpectedly, when I looked at the sign hanging on the wall, the owner of this new store was quite interesting.

"Hey, the price is quite expensive, the old Li in the past was not as black as you. Okay, brothers, take care of your business, and let your chefs here take care of all the good food. Huang Mao said and took out a box of red plums from his pocket, and was about to take out a lighter to call, but was stopped by Wang Cheng.

"Customer, we can't smoke indoors here, or we'll call the police. He pointed to the smoke detector overhead and dissuaded Huang Mao.

Huang Mao ignored it, knocked off Wang Cheng's blocking hand, and glared at him: "Hurry up and go to cook, and then dare to chirp crookedly, see that I won't smoke you!"

"Don't do it, you have something to say. Qi An walked out of the back kitchen, still holding a tray in his hand, "Since a few people have come in, they are guests, how can you be so rude to the guests, Brother Wang, go away." ”

Saying that, he took Wang Cheng's arm and pushed him to the door, and instructed the waiter to continue to clean up the table, Qi An said, "Brother Wang, go and close the door and hang up the sign that the business is closed." ”

Wang Cheng didn't expect him to do this, although he was a little puzzled and angry, he still went to close the door, and then came back to sit in his seat and watch Qi An deal with it.

Qi An turned his head and smiled at the five people: "The subordinates are not sensible, you have to take care of them." In this way, these two dishes are just made, so I will give them to you. ”

As he spoke, he put the two plates of dishes on the tray on the table, and then asked the waiter to bring a few pairs of chopsticks.

With Qi An's acumen, he knew that someone had come in as early as when the group pushed the door open, but he thought it was a normal diner who came in and didn't pay too much attention to it. But gradually, he realized that something was wrong, and the intention of the Huang Mao gang to stir up trouble was too straightforward and simple, so he was ready to punish them.

However, wouldn't it be too boring to drive them away with violence?

It is not that Qi 'an has never had the experience of using violence, on the contrary, violence is indeed one of the simplest, quickest and most effective measures. Especially when the reason does not make sense, violence is often more effective in persuading the other party. At this time, the abuser often has a more satisfying feeling of refreshment than persuading the other party with reason.

But how tedious it is to fight and kill, and how interesting is it to play with them? Just as a cat catches a mouse, and never kills it in one bite, but lets it run away, and takes the trouble to catch it again and again, and only when it is tired of playing will it be rewarded with kindness.

Although cats are not apex predators, this habit is common to apex predators. Maybe the top predators are all psychopaths, Qi An thought, he really has to see a psychiatrist.

Anyway, Qi An made some two dishes for them to taste, and kindly called an ambulance for them before leaving the back kitchen. (Although Qi'an's abuse of public resources is shameful)

However, the people here are very useful for the respect shown by Qi An, originally they pay attention to the righteous style in the gangster movie, and Qi An treats them with a smile and they can't speak ill of each other.

"You're the boss here, aren't you? You're a good person, after paying the protection fee, our brothers will cover you if you have something." Huang Mao said to Qi An with a smile, and then glanced at Wang Cheng, "Some people, a lot of people are still ignorant when they are old, and they live to be dogs." Old thing!" he said, intentionally or unintentionally, spitting in the direction of Wang Cheng.

"Come on, come on, brother, let's eat!" As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he said to Qi An again: "What else are you looking at? Go and prepare money! 10,000 a month, I didn't bully you, did I?"

Qi An replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll serve you to eat first." ”

He glanced at Qi An suspiciously, a little puzzled by what he meant. Huang Mao just wanted to scold, but suddenly heard the younger brothers shouting and scolding.

He hurriedly turned his head to look, but found that several of the younger brothers were wiping their tears with their clothes with snot and tears, and two of them who could barely speak were also clamoring for water.

"What's wrong with them?!" Huang Mao stood up abruptly and pointed his finger at Qi An, asking in an unkind tone.

Qi An still greeted him with a smile: "You can just ask?" said and pointed to the two thugs who could still talk.

"What's the wrong with you guys? Hurry up! Don't drink water!" Huang Mao has never encountered this kind of thing, every time he went elsewhere to collect protection money, at most he scolded him behind his back, how could there be such a face-to-face yin against him?

"Spicy, spicy, big brother, too spicy?" said one of the thugs, putting down the glass of water in his hand. Another then added: "Mustard...... Wasabi, big brother, it's mustard!"

Hearing this, Huang Mao was so angry that his head was about to explode, and he made you like this because of a mustard?

"No, big brother!" the thug saw that Huang Mao was going to be angry with him, and hurriedly added, "It's this dish, it's all mustard!

Huang Mao only had time to look at the food on the plate. On a plate were layers of blotting paper, on which fifteen or sixteen fried golden things were neatly arranged, like potato wedges. The other plate was red, full of fried red peppers, and there was nothing but chili peppers.

"It's specially prepared for you, eat it. Qi An still smiled, but how to look at it with bad intentions.

These two dishes were indeed specially prepared for them by Qi An. From the time they started to find fault with Qi An when he came out of the back kitchen, it took less than ten minutes. Qi An wanted to prepare something else for them, but time did not allow it, so he had to use local materials and make the two simplest and most time-consuming dishes: fried mustard and fried millet pepper with red pepper.

Squeeze the mustard into a bowl, add a little water and flour, mix and knead into cubes, then cut into potato wedges, sprinkle dry powder and fry. Stir-fried millet pepper with red pepper is even simpler, just remove the root of the red pepper and millet pepper, cut it into large sections, pour it into a pot and stir-fry it over high heat.

Since ancient times, spicy has been one of the most pungent sensations for the taste buds, but it is also the most painful for people.

Spicy in our usual sense is actually a kind of pain, and everyone will feel different about spicy, so there are some people who are afraid of spicy, and some people who are not afraid of spicy.

In fact, substances such as capsaicin stimulate cells to form a sensation in the brain that resembles a burning sensation, rather than being felt by the taste buds. So in fact, whether it is the tongue or other organs of the body, as long as there is a place where the nerves can feel it, you can feel the spiciness.

Whether it is mustard or chili, it is tasted through the tongue, so Qi'an uses frying and stir-frying to make the capsitins in chili pepper and mustard volatilize more quickly and are easier to be perceived by the tongue.

Therefore, in a sense, the two dishes that Qi An prepared for them really put effort and effort into doing it, and there was no perfunctory at all.

"What the fuck are you...... Whew!" Huang Mao pointed at Qi An with his finger, and as soon as he scolded Huang Mao, he felt that his index finger was caught.

The Ten Fingers Connect Heart is not a joke, and the number of pain receptors and nerve endings on the fingers is far greater than anyone can imagine. Although Qi An didn't know much about modern medical explanations, he knew how to make a person submit in an instant.

Qi An grabbed his index finger with one hand and wrenched it hard behind him, and shook the index finger of the other hand at him.

"Be obedient, don't swear. His soft voice didn't look like someone who had just snapped someone's fingers.

The surrounding little brothers also returned to normal, picked up the chair and rushed up to greet Qi An.

Qi An waved his hand to tell Wang Cheng and the waiters to stay away, so as not to get hurt during the fight.

But the main reason is that cats are going to start playing with their prey.