Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 303: Chapter 305: Is Your Braised Pork Genuine?

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“…” Ji Shan felt that his old man was pulling tricks again. How could he tell that the other guy had a darkened forehead without even looking properly?

“Dad, do you know that guy?” Ji Shan asked.

“We’ve eaten, so we won’t disturb Mr. Ji. I’ve got some things to attend to. Waiter, come here, please serve this table 27 more of your signature dishes.” The middle-aged man, seeing Qin Muyue’s modest meal and reflecting on his past behavior, couldn’t help but feel respect.

“Have you eaten? If not, would you like to join me?” Qin Muyue politely offered.

“Of course, I don’t mind, but our sauce meat is best enjoyed now. How about this, when your son returns, I’ll add an extra serving on the house.” The waiter, both in demeanor and speech, showed no sign that they were a different person.

“That’s fine, but I have to wait for my son to come back, so we can eat together. You don’t mind, do you?” Qin Muyue casually found an excuse.

“That’s quite hospitable. Seems like you’ve always been pretty good at bluffing, Dad.” Ji Shan remarked.

“It really is Mr. Ji, isn’t it? I thought I had mistaken you for someone else.” said a corpulent middle-aged man with a tone of pleasant surprise.

“Alright, just stay here and don’t wander around. I’ll be back soon.” Ji Shan instructed and then hurried off.

“Mr. Ji, please enjoy your meal. This one is on me. Once I’m done with my business, I’ll set up a proper feast to thank you properly.”

“In that case, I won’t disturb your meal.” The woman ultimately didn’t dare to act but gave the Ghost Slave Demon Soul a look, signaling to keep a distance and keep an eye on them, waiting for her to report back first.

“A customer I’ve seen just once. If not for his familiar voice, I almost didn’t recognize him.” Qin Muye spoke the truth; the man used to look quite handsome, but now resembled a greasy middle-aged person, likely defeated by life.

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“Oh, then I don’t want it.” Qin Muye stated, seemingly content to wait it out.

“The body is hearty indeed. Thanks to Mr. Ji’s warning, or I would have regretted it for the rest of my life,” the middle-aged man said with some presumptuous familiarity.

“No, no, we couldn’t possibly eat that much. Just forget it,” Qin Muye naturally demurred.

“What I did isn’t called bluffing, it’s psychological consulting. But seeing his forehead darkened like that, it looks like he’s in for a ‘blood-light disaster’. Maybe for the sake of this meal, I’ll give him a hand.” Qin Muye said leisurely.

“As for me, I always stick to the rules. If I say one serving, it’s one serving,” Qin Muye asserted seriously.

“Sir, today is our restaurant’s tenth anniversary, and we’re offering you a complimentary plate of sauce meat,” said the server as they brought over a plate of sauce meat and placed it on his table.

“If you want to check it out, go ahead, it’s not a big deal. Someone’s treating us to a meal, we might as well lend them a hand,” Qin Muye said casually, picking up a piece of green vegetable and putting it in his mouth.

“Should I go over and have a look?” Ji Shan hesitated before speaking up.

“Or… you go ahead and eat, I…” The Ghost Slave Demon Soul never expected Qin Muye to be so nonsensical, yet so strict about the rules, when others would be eager for an extra serving.

“This sauce is quite good, but this meat… I feel like it’s about the same as the stuff floating before my eyes,” Qin Muye whispered.

“Sir, please forgive our shortcomings. The food will get cold if you don’t eat it. I believe your filial son wouldn’t want to see this happen,” a woman’s voice said.

But luckily, it looked like the man was successful with his family business, or else he couldn’t have afforded to treat Qin Muye to a meal, considering the price of this table alone was in the four figures.

But the middle-aged man insisted for a while and finally paid the bill.

The dishes were served quickly. Although the décor of Qingyun Residence looked upscale, it catered to all ages, with prices ranging from affordable to luxurious.

The other person’s malice towards him was almost spilling out due to their emotion, apparently dissatisfied with why Qin Muye wouldn’t eat and thereby causing this inconvenience.

Well, still a Cultivator, but definitely not one from the official ranks.

And then he couldn’t help but be frightened. What’s this, something fake turning real?

As for Qin Muye, he remained expressionless as he put down his chopsticks: “The greens are a bit off.”

The two were in the middle of their meal when someone suddenly came over.

In the past, Qin Muye wouldn’t blink at spending a five-figure sum, let alone four figures, but now things were different. Anytime he could tuck a hundred-yuan note into his pocket without losing it, it was considered a windfall.

The server offered no sarcasm or disdain either, serving the dishes as usual, after all, they were busy too.

What was more important was that he widened his eyes to watch Qin Muye, his gaze following the movement of Qin Muye’s chopsticks while copious wisps of hair floated like water snakes.

It really was interesting. It seemed that the Child of Destiny’s Talent had a suppressive effect on his own five shortcomings and three weaknesses.

Ji Shan looked at the middle-aged man with some confusion. It appeared that the man might recognize his own father.

Seeing Qin Muye like a lump of butcher’s meat, the woman was irritated to the point of itching teeth, but she was also somewhat puzzled. How could an ordinary person possibly resist this temptation and even remain calm?

But he acutely sensed changes occurring around him.

His empty gaze swept across the surroundings through dark glasses, where everything seemed very calm.

There might be people without manners, but they couldn’t possibly be everywhere.

Every table of guests had it, not just him.

Qin Muye recalled, “Oh, it’s you. How’s your mother doing lately?”

In fact, Qin Muye didn’t know the other person’s name and only remembered that this man had come back to thank him afterward. He had refused the valuable gifts offered, only accepting some rice, flour, and cooking oil because if he truly had accepted them, they would have disappeared in half an hour.

Qin Muye hadn’t expected that, with Ji Shan’s departure, troubles would come knocking on his door right after the Child of Destiny had left.

Qin Muye fiddled with the dish of sauce meat using his chopsticks; judging by both its appearance and smell, it was an exceptional find.

Qin Muye looked over; the other person was dressed as a lobby manager, his appearance didn’t matter much, what really caught Qin Muye’s attention was that this was actually a human.

Such an obvious anomaly naturally couldn’t be put down to luck.

He hadn’t even accepted the money offered to him, so it was no wonder the man had a deep impression of him.

It seemed like he wanted to verify the contents of “The Book of Changes”.

Although the trouble wasn’t directed at him, he had also been affected by it. That was the pitfall of temporary skills, always trying to suck him into the vortex of trouble.

Therefore, he didn’t dare to act rashly; what if it was a case of a sheep in wolf’s clothing?

He couldn’t help but review the contents of “The Book of Changes” in his mind. After comparing it with the appearance of the middle-aged man, it really did seem to fit the feature of a darkened forehead.

In his vision of the Underworld before him, he didn’t know when, but his view had shifted to the lowlands of the Netherworld, where corpses were bloating into Giant-like spectacles, twisted and swollen.

She was also fearful of complications. If there was no issue, it was fine, but if there was trouble, she would be the one to take the fall, so naturally, she had to be extra careful.

Hearing this, Ji Shan felt a headache, the words seemed fine, but it felt somewhat inappropriate to greet someone’s mother right off the bat.

If he were a normal protagonist, he would definitely be in a dire situation, but Qin Muye was different; he was the antagonist. Even if he just sat there and let the opponent hit him, they couldn’t break through his shield, let alone his Defense.

Only a protagonist would enjoy such treatment. Qin Muye didn’t have it, and neither had Ji Shan encountered it; his Child of Destiny didn’t have a Taunting Aura.

In his eyes, the waiter’s complexion was rigid, his body was tinged with blue, and within his Soul, it wasn’t his own likeness but rather a skinned yellow weasel, its expression flickering with resentment and unwillingness.

For the middle-aged man, this sum of money was mere pocket change.

There was no shortage of food either; it was just that with only two people, they didn’t order much—just two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish.

This was mealtime, and there were quite a few people coming here to eat. There would be no snide remarks about ordering too little or choosing cheap dishes. Customers are welcomed because if they were so brainless, it would damage the restaurant’s reputation.

This yellow weasel couldn’t be the mastermind behind the scenes. It was merely a Demon Soul that had been refined into a Ghost Slave by someone else, acting under instructions and possibly even made to take the blame later.

This naturally attracted the attention of others, and soon a waiter came over to ask, “Sir, is there something wrong with our special sauce meat? You haven’t touched your chopsticks.”

As for some unknown person jumping out to mock, that was even more unlikely. Everyone was a stranger here, whether they came with friends or family for a meal. Even if they noticed others, it would just be casual conversation.

People around him had already started using their chopsticks, devouring the sauce-laden dishes; in contrast, Qin Muye, who was not eating, stood out quite conspicuously.

After all, they couldn’t possibly make Qin Muye go over there, he also wouldn’t feel at ease.