Chapter Forty-Three: The Drunkard of the Drunken Country Pavilion

"In that case, I guess Your Excellency should have some lofty opinions, right? I wonder how my dish should be improved?" Although the fat chef said very politely, he gritted his teeth and said it word by word, and no one could hear that it was a polite tone.

But in the ears of middle-aged people, they think that the fat man opposite is sincerely asking for advice from him.

He poured a big sip of wine before he spoke: "You have too many shortcomings, it's like saying this butter chicken." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken from the side, and the oily chicken looked like it made people want to eat it.

"Although the ingredients are the best wildflower chickens in the deep mountains, the meat is fat, but the outside is crispy and the inside is tender, it is too much of a failure! You should increase the heat to make the meat inside crispy, so that it tastes more flavorful, and there is ......."

The middle-aged man was still chattering with the intention of drinking, but the fat chef was furious when he heard it, and the chicken outside the fire was not mushy? I am afraid that the dishes he made were more than the whole family ate, and he thought that this man must also be able to cook, but listening to some of his words, it was all nonsense that did not make sense.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, if you don't think it's delicious, just pay the bill and leave. "The fat chef secretly said in his heart, what am I really comparing with a drunk, really.

"Pay the bill, pay what?" the middle-aged man asked inarticulately, taking another sip of wine.

"Of course it's the account for this meal!" The fat chef was already angry, he felt that this man didn't look like a rich man, and he was full of nonsense, drunk and hazy, if he couldn't get the silver for a while, he would definitely give him some color to see!

The waiter hurriedly ran over, "Honorable guest, the odds have been wiped out for you, you only need to pay twenty taels of silver." ”

The middle-aged man slapped the table and shouted, "Twenty taels? Only this wine is not bad, and I have told the 'carpenter' many ways to use it to settle the bill. After saying that, he really just threw a copper plate on the table.

It's just that his hands don't seem to be able to use force, so slapping the table doesn't give him much momentum.

The waiter was stunned, the fat chef was also stunned, and the scattered guests around were also stunned, but I didn't expect that someone really dared to eat the overlord meal in the Drunken Country Pavilion, and this person seemed to feel that he was the one who took advantage of it!

The fat chef snickered in his heart, he could justifiably teach this drunkard who didn't know the height of the sky, and the surrounding guests also cast curious glances, all intending to watch the fun.

The waiter frowned and said to the other junior two next to him, "Look at him, I'll ask the chief steward how to deal with it." After that, he went to the back hall.

The other attendants gathered around it to prevent the drunk from running away.

After a while, a person who looked like a butler came out from behind, followed by the waiter just now.

The housekeeper came out to look at the middle-aged man and smiled, "It's not a small amount of courage, and you dare to come here to eat overlord meals?"

After speaking, he didn't care what the middle-aged man's reaction was, he turned his head and shouted to the back hall, "Come on!"

Seven or eight strong men immediately came out from behind, each of them was covered in tendon meat, and his cheeks were strained, and he looked like a practitioner, and he was still holding a stick in his hand.

The butler looked at the group and waved his hand, "I see that this person's hands seem to be crippled, drag them out and break their legs." After speaking, he turned to the middle-aged man and said, "I can be regarded as doing you a favor, and there will be more people who pity you when you beg in the future." After saying that, he smiled, turned and went back.

The housekeeper left, and the group of strong men swarmed up, went up three times and divided five by two, and put the middle-aged man down. The fat chef also rushed over and kicked the middle-aged man a few times, all in his mouth.

The fat did not grow in vain, these feet were strong and heavy, and the middle-aged man's mouth was already full of blood.

For all this, he did not resist, but seemed to use all his strength to carry the pot of wine he had not finished drinking on the table into his arms, and also protected it.

When a few strong men saw him move, they didn't stop him, they just obeyed their master to break his leg, and they didn't care about the rest.

The middle-aged man did not resist, and the strong men were much smoother, and after a while, they dragged the middle-aged man out of the door, and did not look for a remote place, but in front of the public, the middle-aged man was still on the street like a dead dog. The strong men all know that their masters are not afraid of the government making trouble at all, even if it is a county order here, they have to give their masters face.

One of the strong men saw people coming and going on the street, and there were already many curious passers-by who didn't understand what was going on, and said, "This is the end of eating the overlord meal!" After speaking, he raised the stick in his hand and hit the middle-aged man's leg with all his might.

When the other strong men saw him do it, they all picked up the sticks in their hands and hit the legs like middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, covered in cold sweat and his eyes closed, enduring this great pain. When the strong men stopped, they looked at his legs, which were already bloody and fleshy, and they were all in an incredible shape below the knees.

The beating lasted so long that his legs were broken and could no longer be broken. At this time, the strong man who took the lead kicked him away, so as not to affect the business of the Drunken Country Pavilion, and all the strong men turned around and went back.

The crowd of onlookers around was frightened by this bloody scene, but they were still watching curiously. It wasn't until the middle-aged man lay half-dead on the ground, as if he had fainted, that the crowd slowly dispersed.

There was one person in the crowd who didn't move, and this person was Lin Yan!

Lin Yan recognized this middle-aged man, it was the mysterious beggar he had met before, Lin Yan just strolled here, from the time he was dragged out, it attracted Lin Yan's attention, Lin Yan, who wanted to step forward, heard the strong man say that he ate the overlord meal, and stopped again.

Lin Yan felt that if a person did something wrong, he needed to pay it back. No matter what the cost.

Just when everyone was hitting the middle-aged man's leg, Lin Yan once wondered if he had made a mistake, was this still the mysterious beggar who could disappear directly with his own effort?

Lin Yan felt that if the beggar could do this last time, he must have practiced light skills to a certain level, but every master who is very good at light skills will protect his lower body very thoroughly, you must know that a little injury will affect it, not to mention that people will break their legs directly.

Lin Yan knew that he would never recognize the wrong person, and the people he had seen would be firmly remembered in his heart, even if it was an ordinary person, he would remember it for a long time, not to mention the person who impressed him extremely deeply.

Lin Yan didn't understand, with his strength, if he wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him. Including Lin Yan, even if he tried his best, he knew that he couldn't stop this beggar.

After the crowd gradually dispersed, Lin Yan stepped forward and bent down to pick up the beggar who was paralyzed on the ground. Lin Yanjue's reasonableness and reasonableness can't let him just let passers-by point fingers here.

The beggar felt that someone was carrying him, so he opened his eyes and looked at it, and found that it was Lin Yan, and he actually smiled!

A person can laugh under the severe pain of having his legs broken!