The dawn light was faint, carrying a coolness.
Xiao Zheng looked out the window towards the front gate, only to find Shangguan Yu still kneeling there.
Yet Shangguan Yu was without resentnt or regret, for success or failure hinged upon this very mont.
This concerned not only her own fate, but also the life and death of her entire family.
Suddenly, she saw Xiao Zheng walking out, so she hurriedly followed him and explained, "Mr. Xiao, my dad passed out last night and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, but I’m still here to continue asking for punishnt."
"Why are you telling this?"
Xiao Zheng walked into the neighboring woods to exercise in the morning, his movents as smooth as flowing water.
"Well, my dad said that even if he is in the hospital, his heart remains here, and his sincerity will never change."
Shangguan Yu hastily answered, her voice soft and gentle, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
At this mont, she no longer bore her forr pride and haughtiness but was like a small yapping dog that followed wherever Xiao Zheng went.
And she was as obedient as could be, like a fawning servant.
"Oh."
Xiao Zheng nodded slightly and continued his morning exercise.
He couldn’t help but take a look at Shangguan Yu. After a night of reflection, her complexion had mostly recovered. She no longer resembled the malevolent "i Chaofeng" but had transford into the gentle "Mu Nianci."
The change was enormous! He had to admit, she was indeed a rare beauty, albeit flawed in character.
Xiao Zheng snickered to himself, this damn thing was reality. Even if he asked her to share his bed now, she’d have to obediently spread her legs.
However, it wasn’t practical for her to keep following him around, for he still had to go to work. He couldn’t have an extra maid to serve tea and water, could he?
Wouldn’t that make him a lord?
"Shangguan Yu, you can go back now, I don’t need a tag-along."
"I can’t!"
Shangguan Yu was almost energized by the challenge, ready to follow forever.
Xiao Zheng let out a wry smile, "Fine, if you love following, then follow."
After his morning exercise, he went to the breakfast stall.
Xiao Zheng ate his large at-filled buns, grease dripping from his mouth, as he occasionally smacked his lips, still relishing the taste.
"Gurgle..."
Shangguan Yu looked on pitifully, even secretly swallowing saliva, because she hadn’t eaten dinner last night, and by now, she was even more famished.
However, she was also a martial artist with strong endurance for hunger. Even if she went hungry for two days, she wouldn’t die.
"Uh..."
The custors at the breakfast stall ca and went, witnessing this astonishing scene, speculating endlessly.
"Just listen to , this girl must be a wife he bought from Vietnam, look at how hungry she is, what a stingy miser."
"Vietnase wife my ass? You can tell she got pregnant by this guy, and now she has to shalessly stick around him."
"That’s not right, did you see the marks of fingers? It shows this guy has a history of dostic violence, typical male chauvinist, showing off even outside."
"Damn, how could soone dare to hit such an exceedingly beautiful woman? What a brute."
"If I had a girlfriend like that, she would be sitting while I would be standing."
"..."
Hearing the crowd’s discussions, Xiao Zheng’s face turned red with embarrassnt. This was just nonsensical bakwaas, all damn gibberish.
"Shangguan Yu, do you want to eat together?"
"No thanks!"
Shangguan Yu shook her head like a rattle drum. Although she wanted to eat, she didn’t dare to admit it.
Xiao Zheng helplessly shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat, but gradually his face changed, and he too put down the stead bun.
Why?
Because he tasted preservatives, and there was sothing wrong with the at as well.
What he could be certain of was that the pork filling was definitely from a dead pig, and not just any dead pig, but the kind that had gone bad after death.
Xiao Zheng often encountered such dead pork during his ti living abroad, for instance, in Africa, South Arica, Southeast Asia, where this phenonon existed.
In these places, which tend to be economically and technologically behind, if pigs died from illness, people usually wouldn’t bury them. Instead, they would preserve them with preservatives and sell them to professional processing workshops. After a series of treatnts, they would taste just the sa as fresh pork.
So of these pork would be sold to local restaurants, while most were smuggled across borders into other countries, which is what’s known as ’zombie at.’
This kind of at could be stored in cold storage for decades.
When Xiao Zheng was abroad, the difficult conditions at the beginning made eating this kind of at inevitable, so he was very familiar with its taste.
The buns he had eaten earlier did not have this taste, but the ones he was eating now did.
This ant that this stead bun shop was up to sothing shady, mixing bad and good pork fillings together, which made it impossible to guard against.
"Boss! Co here for a sec."
"Oh, young brother, what’s up?" The chubby shop owner approached with enthusiasm, sitting beside Xiao Zheng and casting an envious glance at Shangguan Yu.
Xiao Zheng pulled apart the bun filling and said gravely, "Boss, there’s sothing wrong with this pork. It’s dead pig at."
"What?"
"Pfft..."
Upon hearing this, the patrons who were eating buns all turned pale with shock, desperately spitting out the buns. So even started to retch.
"Everybody listen to , the buns from my shop are quality guaranteed, you can eat them with confidence."
After explaining to everyone, the fat owner turned pale with anger and pushed Xiao Zheng roughly, yelling, "What the fuck do you an, huh? You think you can scam a free al by picking a fight over a bun?"
"You..."
Xiao Zheng was very dissatisfied; this guy was clearly playing Zhu Bajie—blaming others for his own fault. And he even dared to be righteous about it?
It was certain that so of the stead buns from this shop were filled with dead pig at, substituting inferior goods for good ones and selling them mixed together.
It was clearly dead pig at, but this guy not only refused to admit it, he was even outrageously arrogant.
"I’m saying, boss, there’s clearly dead pig at in this pork filling, and you’re still trying to deny it?"
The fat owner, now enraged and embarrassed, pointed at Xiao Zheng’s nose and yelled fiercely, "I’ve been running this place for years, and it’s been quality guaranteed, with no issues at all. Looking for trouble, are you? If you’ve got any sense, pay up and get lost. If you don’t scram and keep ruining my business, I’ll fucking kill you."
Seeing Xiao Zheng, who was thinner and weaker than himself, the owner didn’t take him seriously, treating him like a pushover and bullying him as much as he pleased.
Xiao Zheng let out a bitter laugh, thinking that there really were all sorts of people, and now he couldn’t bla himself for being ruthless.
"Listen up, everyone, there are two types of at buns in this shop: one with good at filling and one with dead pig at filling. They’re selling both types mixed together, don’t be fooled."
As soon as these words were uttered, another wave of vomiting erupted among the custors; so walked out imdiately, and others demanded refunds.
A vicious glint flashed in the fat owner’s eyes as he grabbed a kitchen knife and charged out, bellowing, "Son of a bitch, you’re really asking for it, I’ll fucking chop you up."
The boss’s wife also started cursing like a shrew, pointing at Xiao Zheng and launching into a tirade, "You little shit, I curse your ancestors for generations—you’re ruining my livelihood..."
"You..."
Xiao Zheng instantly beca furious. Damn it, talking was getting nowhere, and they’d draw a knife at the drop of a hat—as if they thought they were from Cross Slope, acting like a shrew like i Chaofeng?
What a fucking joke, to think such people existed.
"Swoosh!"
The fat owner ca at him fiercely, but Shangguan Yu, who was next to him, saw this and moved quickly as lightning, snatching the knife away instantly.
She grabbed the fat owner’s hand and placed it on the table, and the knife ca down with force.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
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