45: Zheng Yuncheng
“Hey, have you heard? That perverted thief, Wu Awei, has been taken care of!”
“Really? Is that true?”
“Of course, it's true! I heard that inside the Martial Alliance, the constables have already taken down Wu Awei's bounty notice!”
“I wonder which hero did such a good deed. Hurry, drink up, let's go take a look together.......”
Inside the teahouse, several impatient people didn't even bother to finish their good tea and rushed to the Martial Alliance to verify the truth.
“Hahaha, this Wu Awei has finally been dealt with! My poor daughter!”
An Old Man dressed as a merchant first laughed heartily towards the sky, then buried his head and wept bitterly.
As the news spread, such scenes emerged one after another in the city for a while.
In An Yan City, many ordinary families with daughters were overjoyed and happy!
But while some rejoiced, others worried. In the Martial Alliance, the previously sought-after guard Martial Artists, whose prices had been soaring, now found their doors deserted and felt disheartened.
And the instigator of this matter, however........
“Today, the common people are truly, truly happy~”
Han Yi hummed a little tune, his steps light, and arrived at his familiar mutton stall.
After collecting the bounty money just now, he found a deserted place, casually took off the black robe he was wearing, tied it into a bundle, and placed it on his shoulder.
There was a reason he was in such a hurry!
He was hungry!
Furthermore, receiving such a wonderful start with his first mission from the Martial Alliance made Han Yi couldn't help but fantasize about a beautiful tomorrow.
He now had over five hundred taels of silver on him. Go, he had to celebrate!
“Boss, five more bowls of mutton soup!”
“No offal at all, just mutton!”
“Alright! Customer, please wait a moment........”
The mutton stall Boss beamed with joy, after all, another big order had arrived!
“Lord Han, how is the taste of the mutton soup this time? Is the mutton to your liking?”
Although Han Yi was a Martial Artist, he treated the waiter and the Boss with a gentle attitude, without the arrogant haughtiness that other Martial Artists showed towards ordinary people.
So over time, Han Yi came more often, and the Boss also became familiar with him.
“Delicious, delicious! After this improvement, it's indeed a few points more delicious than last time!”
“Boss, I'm willing to call you the 'Mutton Soup Immortal' of An Yan City!”
Han Yi often came to this mutton stall to eat. After becoming familiar with the Boss, he combined his nature as a food lover and the secrets of stewing mutton he had seen in videos on Douyin and Kuaishou in his previous life, and exchanged experiences with the Boss a few times.
As expected, the mutton soup tasted a few points better than before!
“You're too kind, too kind.” Upon hearing this, the Boss's smile became even brighter.
“Don't just drink the soup, try the oil pancakes I made.”
He returned to the back kitchen and brought out a small bowl of mutton and a large plate full of oil pancakes.
“Lord Han, it's on the house. Eat slowly!”
The mutton stall Boss clearly knew Han Yi's appetite well. These dozen or so oil pancakes plus these six bowls of mutton soup were just right at the limit of Han Yi's appetite.
“Oh dear, how can this be? Boss, you can't lose money!”
Han Yi's right hand waved repeatedly, but his left hand had already started its offensive towards the oil pancakes restlessly.
While stuffing the oil pancakes into his mouth, he mumbled, “Thank you, Boss!”
“It's nothing, it's nothing.......” The mutton stall Boss waved his hand indifferently, turned back, and continued with his business.
Burp, burp
Han Yi let out a satisfied burp, rubbing his chest and abdomen back and forth, and picked his teeth with satisfaction.
After eating and drinking his fill, he felt that the world had become a few points more wonderful.
“However, why do I feel like my appetite has grown a bit? Could it be my illusion.......” Han Yi secretly pondered in his heart.
Because this lunch today cost him two large coins!
One tael of silver is equal to ten large coins, and two large coins are equal to two hundred copper coins.
In other words, the five hundred taels of silver Han Yi had on him was only enough for him to eat 2500 meals.
“Money is still too little. The road to making money is long and arduous.”
Han Yi sighed deeply.
However, he always felt that there was a faint sense of subtle showing off in his tone.......
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Thump, thump
“Junior Brother Han, open the door, let's go!”
At this time, it was already sunset. Smoke curled up from the chimneys in An Yan City, and the aroma of cooking wafted into the heart.
“I'm coming!”
Han Yi had agreed with Pan Sheng yesterday to go to a restaurant tonight to discuss the matter of registering.
The two of them came to the 'Fu Lin Restaurant' in Yuqing Ward.
The 'Fu Lin Restaurant' was about seven or eight meters high, with a ground floor hall and a second floor with private rooms. There were also several rows of lanterns hanging in front of the building, illuminating the plaque brightly.
Although this 'Fu Lin Restaurant' was not as good as the 'Yulan Pavilion' in Heyue Ward, it could still be considered the best restaurant in Yuqing Ward.
The two walked into the restaurant. The ground floor hall was almost full of people. There were sounds of drinking, finger-guessing games, and even a few people arguing until their faces turned red and their necks thick.
They could vaguely hear them shouting words like "I killed him...", "Bragging" and so on.
Han Yi frowned slightly. Although he didn't dislike quietness, the first floor was indeed too noisy and chaotic.
Fortunately, Pan Sheng had already greeted the Manager of 'Fu Lin Restaurant' early on, and the two went up the stairs to a private room on the second floor.
Although the decoration on the second floor was not very luxurious and the furnishings were relatively simple, with good quality rosewood chairs and finely carved patterns on the doors and windows, sitting in the private room, not only did the noise from the first floor disappear, but a faint aroma of incense also wafted into their noses.
This simple and elegant decor was clearly designed by a master.
“Don't worry, Junior Brother Han, the food here is not very expensive, it's definitely affordable for you.”
As soon as the two sat down, Pan Sheng said to Han Yi with a smile.
“It's fine, it's fine.......”
Han Yi felt a bit touched in his heart. He had suddenly become rich, and not to mention 'Fu Lin Restaurant', he could even afford to eat at 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion'. But Senior Brother Pan's care for him warmed his heart.
Creak
The door of the private room opened, and a young man with a slender figure, dressed in white, and with a saber hanging from his waist appeared before Han Yi and Pan Sheng.
“Brother Zheng!”
“Brother Pan!”
The two bowed to each other.
Pan Sheng turned his head and said to Han Yi with a smile, “Junior Brother Han, let me introduce you. This is Zheng Yuncheng, an outstanding Disciple of our Crimson Flame Sect.”
Han Yi immediately stood up and bowed slightly, and Zheng Yuncheng also smiled and returned the bow.
“I've heard Brother Pan mention Junior Brother Han for a long time. Seeing you today, you are indeed handsome and talented!
”You'll become an Inner Sect Disciple soon. By then, we'll all be family, and anything can be discussed.”
Zheng Yuncheng said with a smile on his lips and a gentle tone.
“You're too kind, too kind!”
Han Yi repeatedly waved his hands, a hint of embarrassment showing on his face. He didn't dare to be arrogant in front of this Senior Brother.
Because from his perspective, the value floating beside this Inner Sect Senior Brother, who looked very easy to talk to on the outside, had actually reached '85~95'!