Chapter 1

A bowl of jajangmyeon, the first customer for the Je Ga family's son-in-law. (1/605)

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The first customer.

- Thud, thud, thud

It suddenly started raining in the late afternoon.

The rain, which began like dew, quickly turned into a downpour.

In the late evening, with the heavy rain pouring down, and with no customers, only flies were flying around. At that moment, a drenched man entered the inn, where the paper with "New Opening" (新開場) written on it was getting wet and the ink was starting to run.

"Welcome."

I greeted him warmly, but what caught my eye was the sword hanging from his wet waist and the long scar visible under his bamboo hat, indicating he was a martial artist.

Although it felt a bit unsettling that he was a martial artist, I decided to guide him to a seat first.

After all, it was the first day of opening, and I had to start somehow.

"This way... "

When the man took off his bamboo hat, the scar on his face became even more prominent.

If it were in my past life, I might have mistaken him for a gangster coming to collect protection money, but for a martial artist, a sword wound is a common injury.

Ignoring the scar, I quickly brought a towel to the drenched customer.

"You must be quite wet. Please dry yourself, sir."

"Thank you, innkeeper."

Although the man said "thank you," his eyes were not on me. He simply glanced around the inn's dining area.

And it seemed he didn't like the seat I had shown him.

He walked to the widest spot in the center, sat down, and said to me,

"Bring me some dumplings and a bottle of huajiu."

Sitting on the chair, he laid his sword across the table and took out three silver taels from his pocket, placing them in front of the table as he ordered his food.

'What, this guy?'

Of all people, my first customer at the inn was this guy. I couldn't help but curse him in my mind.

The reason I had to curse this martial artist in my mind.

Dumplings and a bottle of huajiu would cost about 15 iron coins. Since one silver tael is worth 1000 iron coins, this guy had paid an enormous amount of money.

However, the reason I had to curse him.

The sword laid across the table. Three silver taels.

The meaning behind the sword and the three silver taels he placed on the table.

This action was a unwritten rule among martial artists, a unilateral declaration that he intended to turn my inn into a mess.

I trembled all over and quickly brought the food to the guy, then had to retreat to a distant annex.

What could I do? If the legal gangsters of the martial world came to cause trouble, I had to comply...

As I trudged through the rain to the annex, the sounds of the inn being demolished by the hired hands began to reach me from the main building.

- Bang! Clang! Crash!

"Seize him!"

"Kill him!"

"Ugh!"

Every time I heard something breaking, I clenched my eyes shut. My inn, which had just opened today, was being destroyed right before my eyes.

'Cut it out! You bastards!'