Chapter 33.2 - Provocation (2/2)

Tang Huan didn’t believe that Song Mo would be so impulsive as to chop her up. As if she hadn’t noticed his fierce gaze, she lowered her head, pinched, and flipped the ribs on the chopping board with her fingers. Finally, she pointed at one place and said, “I want this part. Chop them up into smaller pieces.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the knife fell directly toward her hand.

Tang Huan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but her hand did not tremble, remaining steadily on the board. Her voice was soft and ambiguous, “Song Mo, if you really cut off my hand, we will have a lot less fun doing things in the future.”

When she finished whispering, the knife had already come to a halt above the back of her hand, the sharp blade within a finger’s distance away from her delicate skin.

Tang Huanmei smiled coquettishly. “See. I knew you couldn’t bear to do that. Song Mo, tonight-”

“Move your hand away,” Song Mo said coldly without raising his head.

This time, Tang Huan obediently withdrew her hand. She turned around and threw a smug wink at the crowd behind her.

Song Mo didn’t look at her. He chopped the ribs neatly, exactly one kilogram, no more, no less. After wrapping it up, he placed the oiled paper bag on the chopping board. “Two hundred copper coins.”

“Two hundred?” Tang Huan’s eyes widened. “Song Mo, don’t think I don’t know how much you charge for spare ribs here. How come it’s only thirty coins for others, but you’re charging me two hundred per kilogram?”

Song Mo wiped his hands with a piece of cloth. “Buy if you want. Otherwise, get lost.” His handsome face showed no expression at all.

Unexpectedly, Tang Huan hugged her stomach and burst out laughing. “Haha, Song Mo. Y-you are indeed a butcher and sure enough, a smart businessman! Sure, I’ll pay two hundred coins for it. As long as you are happy, let alone two hundred, I’m even willing to pay two thousand coins.” When he was angry, the butcher didn’t beat her, but instead took advantage of her with spare ribs. How could he be so amusing!

Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, Tang Huan took out a piece of silver and tossed it on the chopping board, and when Song Mo reached for it, she quickly touched his hand. “Song Mo, I’m really liking you more and more, so much that I don’t even mind the smell of pork on your hands!” After she finished speaking, she quickly picked up the ribs and left before he could really chop her hand off.

Song Mo didn’t respond to her at all. He wiped his hands and swept his gaze across the crowd. “What do you want to buy?”

The crowd froze, pushed and shoved each other, and scattered.

Who was here to buy meat? They were here to watch the fun!

After the crowd had dispersed, Song Mo couldn’t help but frown at the opposite restaurant.

Such a shameless and fearless woman, what should he do if she bugged him again? Did he really have to hold her down and beat her up?

Tang Huan, on the other hand, returned to the restaurant with a smile on her face. Dumpling was still afraid. “Madam, why were you so daring? If Butcher Song was ruthless enough…”

“It’s alright. Aren’t I fine now? Okay, ask the kitchen to bring me some food. I’m going to starve to death if I don’t eat soon.” Tang Huan sat at the table beside the entrance once again and waved her hand at her maid. She kept Dumpling by her side to work for her, not to be disciplined.

After Dumpling had left, Tang Huan instructed one of the staff, “From now on, this seat is exclusively reserved for me. Let the customers sit elsewhere.”

The staff hesitated, “Boss, then, what if all the other tables are full?” He had heard that one could reserve private rooms in big restaurants, but he had never heard of reserving tables in a small restaurant. And the table was even reserved by the owner herself? Did she still want to do business?

Tang Huan glared at him. “If I say reserve it for me, just do it. Even if it affects the business, it’s me who will make less money. What are you worrying about?”

The staff said aggrievedly, “I’m just thinking on your behalf…”

Tang Huan dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Go, hurry up, and do your job. Don’t hang around in front of me.” After saying that, she looked towards Song Mo’s shop, only to find him looking this way as well. Tang Huan immediately gave him a warm and bright smile, waving at him to motion him to come over for lunch, but the moment she raised her hand, Song Mo walked back inside his shop.

Tang Huan rested her head on one hand, the corners of her lips still smiling. Her gaze wandered and paused on a blue-robed man at the entrance.

Lin Peizhi stared at her, his face full of sadness. “So Shui Xian likes that butcher. You’d rather not do business to stare at him from afar.”

Without waiting for Tang Huan to speak, he walked in, sat down beside her, and looked at the white gauze on her forehead, his tone distressed and doleful. “I had been drunk and hurt you that night. For the past few days, I’ve been feeling very guilty. I wanted to see you, but I was afraid of upsetting you. I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I came here to try my luck and see if I could meet you today. But who would have guessed that my Shui Xian would fall for someone else so soon?”

The man’s face was fair and handsome, with a pair of romantic peach blossom eyes. No matter how fake were the honeyed words that came out of his mouth, as long as women looked into his eyes, most of them would be sucked in, sinking deep into his trap.

This man was not bad!

Tang Huan truly admired Shui Xian. Rejecting such a good man in front of her to fall head over heels for Song Mo the ice cube!

Love really was something incomprehensible…

Tang Huan chuckled and raised a brow at him. “Haaa, Young Master Lin’s words are sweet, but what would you do if I died that night?”

Lin Peizhi stared at her affectionately. “If Shui Xian really died because of me, I will definitely follow you and become a pair of lovebirds in the underworld with you.”

Tang Huan smiled and stroked his face gently. Her fingers slid to the corners of his eyes as she said regretfully, “Your eyes are so beautiful, but unfortunately, no matter how beautiful they are, I won’t believe you. Young Master Lin, you should save your breath. I only like Song Mo now. I’m not interested in you.”

Lin Peizhi held her hand and kneaded it ambiguously, “But I like you even more now. What should I do?”

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