Fang Yating originally expected that Lin Yun would tell herself about this method of practicing martial arts on the spot, but seeing that Lin Yun was always smiling and silent, she couldn't help but be a little anxious.

I was about to ask another question, but I saw the waiter walking to their table with a large pot of fragrant hot pot bottom.

Forced to be helpless, Fang Yating could only swallow back the words that came to her mouth, staring at Lin Yun without blinking, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

This is not the first time Fang Yating has eaten hot pot, but it is the first time she has seen such a red hot pot with so many chili peppers.

Seeing the picture of a layer of red chili oil floating on the bottom of the pot and covered with chili peppers, Fang Yating couldn't help but swallow her saliva, not because she was hungry, but because she was afraid.

Since Lin Yun came to the villa on the first day and made a fish-flavored shredded pork for Fang Yating, she knew that this girl rarely ate chili peppers, and it could even be said that she couldn't eat them at all.

For this reason, Lin Yun rarely uses spicy ingredients or condiments when cooking, and the dishes that are usually light and less oil-based are contrary to today's hot pot, so it is normal for Fang Yating to feel scared.

Seeing Fang Yating's tightly furrowed eyebrows, Lin Yun smiled slightly, picked up a piece of mutton, put it in the hot pot and soaked it for a while, and then sandwiched the piece of mutton that was scalded and whitened and stained with starry chili peppers into Fang Yating's small bowl.

Lin Yun put down his chopsticks and made a gesture of please to Fang Yating, signaling that she could try this very distinctive hot pot.

Under Lin Yun's affectionate recommendation, Fang Yating cautiously raised her chopsticks and tentatively poked the piece of mutton a few times, looking at it like this, where was eating, it was clearly a minesweeper.

After some ideological struggle, Fang Yating still picked up the piece of mutton, slowly put it in her small mouth, and after chewing a few times, a surprised expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"It's delicious, this meat is so delicious." Fang Yating was full of praise and said, she usually eats and rarely speaks, but this time she couldn't help but say before she swallowed the food.

The hot pot here looks very spicy, but in this extremely impactful spicy taste, there is also a soft fragrance, and when you take a bite, it will leave a fragrant taste on your lips and teeth, and it is not as unbearable as she imagined.

Fang Yating finished taking a bite, she seemed to feel good, and after savoring it for a while, without waiting for Lin Yun to continue to pick up the dishes, she started to pour all the ingredients on the table into the pot.

Fang Yating hadn't eaten anything since noon, it was close to eleven o'clock at this time, and her stomach was already rumbling with hunger, at this moment when everything she ate was fragrant, a little chili pepper obviously couldn't stop her appetite.

Because Fang Yating put too many ingredients into the pot at one time, the bottom of the pot that was originally hot and boiling quickly calmed down, seeing Fang Yating's two round eyes, staring at the hot pot with anticipation, that salivating look, Lin Yun really wanted to take a picture and send it to Yang Yingxuan and Ouyang Yueling to see......

Lin Yun just took out his mobile phone, and before he could press the camera button, he heard a commotion not far away, and more than a dozen men in black leather clothes with fierce and perverse appearances walked in from outside the hot pot restaurant and walked towards the table of people adjacent to Lin Yun with a high spirit.

There were seven people at the table, five men and two women, and in the middle was a middle-aged man with a fat head, sitting on a chair like a puddle of rotten meat, with two women dressed in bewitching clothes and heavy makeup in his arms.

On the left and right sides of this middle-aged man, there are two young men with strong physiques, these four people all have a certain degree of martial arts cultivation, clothing, hairstyle, and figure are almost the same, it seems that they are either the middle-aged man's subordinates, or his bodyguards.

But after a while, the group of guys in leather clothes surrounded the table, and from behind them came a man in a crumpled casual suit, with unkempt hair, in his thirties, who looked pretty good, with a rough gold chain hanging around his neck for several days, and a pair of cold triangular eyes, revealing endless ferocity.

Even on a cold night in early winter, the man only wore a shirt in his casual suit, and the top three buttons were open, revealing the hideous dragon-shaped tattoo inside, because the tattoo area was too large, outsiders could only see the pattern of the dragon's head and a dragon claw, presumably after he took off all his clothes, the picture would be very spectacular.

Not only that, but on the left side of the man's cheek, there is also a small scorpion-shaped tattoo, with a poisonous hook sticking out of the tail, extending from the forehead to the jaw, and some of it is covered by messy hair, but it still exudes a strange and terrifying aura.

Today's times have progressed, and things like tattoos are no longer as despised as in the past, but there are still very few people who dare to tattoo tattoos on their faces, which shows that this guy is an outlier, at least in terms of his style of doing things, he dares to act and will not be indecisive.

The appearance of this group of fierce gods frightened all the surrounding guests to get up and leave their seats, and after hurriedly paying the bill and fleeing, the entire hot pot restaurant became silent, and only a few tables of distant guests were still brave enough to watch the excitement, but they didn't dare to get too close.

In the blink of an eye, near this group of people, only Lin Yun's table was still eating.

Lin Yun naturally didn't take these people seriously, he ate hot pot by himself, and made a few jokes with Fang Yating from time to time.

Although there are a few of these people who practice martial arts, their cultivation is low, and it can be seen from their chaotic aura that they have not practiced the orthodox internal martial arts, but they just practice indiscriminately, or follow some masters who are not in the stream.

Fang Yating didn't have much interest in this excitement, it was rare to encounter such delicious things, so she didn't have time to care about other people's disputes, anyway, everything was supported by Lin Yun, she was already used to it, as long as she could eliminate the food on the table.

The leisurely expressions of the two of them, compared with the tense atmosphere over there, are really nothing to see, so they are also ignored by the vast majority of people in the hot pot restaurant, and people just wonder how hungry this young man and woman are to eat so selflessly......

The tattooed man put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked to the dining table, his eyes greedily swept over the two bewitching women in the arms of the middle-aged man, his Adam's apple floated up and down, and he raised his eyebrows at them unscrupulously.

Seeing this, the two women suddenly looked a little restless, their faces were ugly as if they had swallowed a dead fly, hiding in the arms of the middle-aged man and not daring to make a sound.

"Third master, I haven't seen you for a long time, it seems that you have a good appetite recently." The tattooed man looked at the big table full of hot pot dishes, and said with a smile.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Five minutes ago, my appetite was not bad, but when I saw you, I had no appetite at all. ”

"Oh? Listening to the third master say this, I don't seem to be suitable for mixing on the road, but should I go to open a weight loss center? The tattooed man said with a smile, turning his head to look left and right, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Hong Zheng, what is your ****** identity, and you dare to talk to the third master like this?" Next to the middle-aged man, one of the young men jumped up and shouted, the green tendons in his temples stirring frequently, and it seemed that he was extremely angry.

"It doesn't matter what identity I am, what matters is, what is your identity and what qualifications do you have to talk to me here?"

The tattooed man named Hong Zheng was still talking and laughing a second ago, but this second his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he picked up a beer bottle casually and smashed it on the young man's head.

The young man had a little martial arts skills, dodged the beer bottle sideways, cursed a dirty word in his mouth, and raised his fist to hit Hong Zheng's face.

Hong Zheng did not show weakness, threw away the beer bottle, and had to face his old fist, the cultivation of the two of them was half a catty and eight taels, in Lin Yun's eyes, this was as boring as a child playing with mud.

Seeing that a fierce battle was about to break out, the middle-aged man who was called the third master suddenly slapped the table, which shook the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and the young man hurriedly put away his fists and obediently returned to his side and sat down.

Everyone in the audience showed disappointed expressions, and they were about to fight, but they didn't expect to be stopped by the dead fat man, they wanted to see a lively scene, why was it so difficult!

Among the crowd, only the owner of the hot pot restaurant breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was no fight, otherwise I don't know who to compensate for the losses caused by this gang......

"Third master, I heard that no matter where you go recently, you have several bodyguards with you, so when you slept with these two little bitches tonight, were they also there to cheer you on?" Hong Zheng grabbed his messy hair and mocked maliciously.

Compared with the four angry bodyguards under his command, the third master seemed much calmer, raised his eyelids and glanced at Hong Zheng, then slowly closed them, and said disdainfully: "Jumping clown." ”

Hong Zheng didn't get angry, but said with a hippie smile: "Whether it's a jumping clown or a despicable villain, anyway, now I have more people than yours, if you want to get out of this store intact, it's best to hand over the last batch of goods." ”

"I understand what you mean, but that batch of goods is not in my hands, it's useless for you to come to me, if you have anything to say, you go to my eldest brother and say." The third master pursed his lips and continued to close his eyes without looking at Hong Zheng, as if in his eyes, Hong Zheng was not worthy of talking to him at all.

It can be seen that these two groups of people are all **** characters, and the identity and status of the third master should be above Hong Zheng, and Hong Zheng belongs to the typical ** silk counterattack.

To be honest, Lin Yun doesn't have a good impression of these two people, but relatively speaking, he is more inclined to Hong Zheng, after all, a small person in this environment, step by step to climb to the current position, the bitterness experienced is indescribable, even for his hard work, and it is also worthy of others to look up to him.