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Chapter 304: Is This Braised Meat Authentic?
Chapter 304: Is This Braised Meat Authentic?
The dishes were quickly served. Although the Green Cloud Lodge had a high-end interior design, it was suitable for all ages, with prices ranging from affordable to luxurious.
The portions were generous, but since there were only two of them, they ordered sparingly—two vegetable dishes and one meat dish.
The server did not make any sarcastic or disdainful remarks, serving the dishes normally. After all, the server was busy.
It was mealtime, and there were many people dining here. It was unlikely that anyone would make snide comments about ordering less or cheaper dishes. Everyone was a guest, and making such comments would harm the shop's reputation.
As for random people jumping in to mock them, that was even less likely. Everyone was either dining with friends or family, and if they noticed others, it was just casual chatter.
There might be a few people without manners, but it was impossible for everyone to be like that.
Only main characters would receive such treatment, and Qin Muye and Ji Shan had not experienced it. His destined son did not have a mockery aura.
As they were eating, someone suddenly walked over.
"Mr. Ji, it really is you. I thought I might have mistaken you for someone else," said a middle-aged man with a potbelly, his tone filled with surprise.
Ji Shan looked at the man with some confusion. The man seemed to know his father.
Qin Muye recalled, "Oh, it's you. How's your mom doing?"
Hearing this, Ji Shan's face turned black. While the words were fine, greeting someone by asking about their mother might not be the best approach.
"My mother is doing very well, thanks to your advice. Otherwise, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life," the middle-aged man said, becoming rather familiar.
Qin Muye actually did not know the man's name. He only knew that the man had come back to thank him, bringing valuable gifts which he had refused, accepting only some basic necessities like rice, flour, oil, and vegetables. He knew that if he had accepted the gifts, they would have disappeared within half an hour.
The man had even refused to take money, which is why he remembered Qin Muye so vividly.
"Have you eaten? If not, why don't you join us?" Qin Muye said out of politeness.
"I've already eaten, I won't disturb you. I have some business to attend to. Waiter, come here, bring some more of your signature dishes to table 27," the middle-aged man said, noticing that Qin Muye's meal was rather simple. Thinking back to his past actions, he felt a sense of respect.
"Mr. Ji, you and your son eat. This meal is on me. Once I finish my business, I'll definitely treat you to a proper feast."
The cost of the meal was a mere pittance to the middle-aged man.
"That's not necessary, we can't possibly finish all this food. Let's not," Qin Muye politely refused.
However, the middle-aged man insisted and ended up paying the bill.
"Father, you know that man?" Ji Shan asked.
"I met him once. If it weren't for his familiar voice, I might not have recognized him," Qin Muye said, which was true. Back then, the man had been quite handsome, but now, he looked like a typical middle-aged man, likely weighed down by life.
But it seemed he had a successful business, Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to treat Qin Muye to such an expensive meal, which would cost several hundred dollars.
In the past, Qin Muye wouldn't have blinked at such a price, but now, even a hundred-dollar bill in his pocket would be considered a fortune.
"Quite enthusiastic. It seems your persuasion skills are still top-notch," Ji Shan said.
"I don't call it persuasion, I call it psychological counseling. But his forehead looks dark, indicating a potential disaster. Maybe I should help him out of respect for this meal," Qin Muye said casually.
"..." Ji Shan thought his father was being superstitious again, He hadn't even noticed the man's forehead was dark.
However, he couldn't help but recall the content of the "I Ching" and compare it with the man's appearance, which seemed to fit the description of a dark Forehead.
He was startled. Could something fake become real?
"Should I go and check on him?" Ji Shan hesitated before speaking.
He couldn't let Qin Muye go, as he wouldn't be at ease.
"If you want to check, go ahead. It's not a big deal. He invited us for a meal, so we might as well lend him a hand," Qin Muye said, picking up a piece of vegetable and putting it in his mouth.
"Alright, stay here and don't move around. I'll be back soon," Ji Shan instructed, then hurriedly left.
It seemed he wanted to verify the content of the I Ching.
Qin Muye, on the other hand, put down his chopsticks with a blank expression: "The vegetables aren't quite up to par."
His hollow gaze swept through the surroundings behind his sunglasses, everything appeared calm.
However, he keenly sensed that something had changed.
Although it wasn't directed at him, he was still affected by it. This was the frustrating nature of the temporary skill, always trying to drag him into the center of trouble.
"Sir, today is our store's 10th anniversary celebration. We are offering a complimentary dish of braised meat," a server placed a plate of braised meat on his table.
Every table received one, not just his.
Qin Muye poked at the dish of braised meat with his chopsticks. From both appearance and aroma, it was indeed exceptional.
"This sauce is quite good, but the meat seems similar to what I see floating in front of me," Qin Muye murmured.
In his ghostly vision, the scene had shifted to the Netherworld. Corpses had swollen into giant forms, twisted and bloated.
More importantly, they were staring at Qin Muye with wide eyes, their gazes following his chopsticks, and their hair floated like water snakes.
The other diners had already started eating, their mouths full of sauce, while Qin Muye, who wasn't eating, stood out like a sore thumb.
This naturally drew the attention of others. Soon, a server came over to ask, "Sir, is our special braised meat not to your liking? I see you haven't touched it."
"It's fine, but I'm waiting for my son to come back to eat it with me. I hope you don't mind," Qin Muye casually said, finding an excuse.
"Of course not, but our braised meat is best enjoyed fresh. How about this: when your son returns, I'll give you an extra serving," the server's demeanor and tone were unchanged, as if it were a different person.
"I'm a very rule-abiding person. One serving is one serving," Qin Muye said sternly.
In his eyes, the server's face was stiff and his body was blue. His soul was not his own but that of a skinned weasel, its eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
This weasel was not the mastermind; it was merely a demon soul turned ghost slave, following orders and possibly set up to take the fall.
Qin Muye hadn't expected that as soon as Ji Shan left, without his destined son, trouble would follow.
It was indeed interesting. It seemed that the destined son's talent had a suppressing effect on his five flaws and three deficiencies.
"Or, you can eat it first, and I—," the ghost slave demon soul hadn't expected Qin Muye to be so stubborn about the rules, while others would have gladly accepted an extra serving.
"Sir, please forgive our lack of service. If you don't eat it, it will get cold. I'm sure your filial son wouldn't want that," a woman's voice said.
Qin Muye turned to see a woman in a manager's uniform. Her appearance was unremarkable, but what caught Qin Muye's attention was that she was a human.
Yes, still a cultivator, but definitely not an official one.
Her emotions towards him were nearly overflowing with malice, seemingly displeased that Qin Muye wasn't eating, causing this trouble.
"Oh, then I'll pass," Qin Muye indicated that he was fine with the standoff.
If it were a typical protagonist, they would have been in a dire situation, but Qin Muye was different. He was the antagonist. Even if they attacked him, they couldn't break his shield, let alone his defenses.
Seeing Qin Muye like a piece of rolling meat, the woman was seething with anger but also puzzled. How could an ordinary person resist such temptation and remain calm?
So, she didn't dare to act rashly. What if he was a wolf in sheep's clothing?
Such an obvious anomaly couldn't be attributed to luck.
"Since that's the case, I won't disturb your meal, sir," the woman ultimately didn't dare to make a move. Instead, she gave the ghost slave demon soul a look, signaling it to keep a close watch on him while she reported the situation.
She was wary of any complications. If nothing happened, it would be fine, but if something did, she would be the one to take the fall, so she had to be cautious.
(End of Chapter)
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