From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!-Chapter 984 - 980: The Banquet at Hongmen (First Update)
The men led by Zhao Biao were completely baffled by Mu Shuangshuang’s attitude.
Logically speaking, since they came to make trouble, Mu Shuangshuang should be angry.
Why did she arrange a private room for them instead?
"Brother, what’s going on?" the little brother next to Zhao Biao asked softly.
"What do you mean what’s going on, can’t you see this chick is scared of me?" Zhao Biao said with a proud face.
"Yes, yes, brother is right, so what should we do? Should we make trouble or not?" the little brother asked again.
"Are you stupid or what?" Zhao Biao reached out and knocked on the little brother’s head hard.
The little brother was baffled and shouted at Mu Shuangshuang, "Don’t think that just because you gave us a private room, we’ll let it go. We brothers came here to make trouble, not to eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Biao gave him another good whack.
"Shut your mouth! Only an idiot doesn’t take advantage of a good deal! Let’s eat first, then talk!"
After getting beaten repeatedly, the little brother retreated to the side, not daring to speak.
Zhao Biao turned fierce and yelled at Mu Shuangshuang, "Since you’ve arranged a private room for me, hurry up and lead the way. Want to starve me to death?"
For those who are oblivious to their impending doom, Mu Shuangshuang’s smile grew even brighter.
"Gentlemen, please follow me!" Mu Shuangshuang gestured to lead them.
The men followed her to the third floor.
In the largest private room on the third floor, all the decorative items originally placed inside had been moved out on Lu Yuanfeng’s orders.
So what could be seen was an empty shell with no furnishings.
Zhao Biao realized he had been tricked and was about to lash out at Mu Shuangshuang when Lu Yuanfeng, along with Huang Da, Huang Er, and the Huang brothers, blocked the entrance.
They were all strong farm men, their sheer presence enough to overwhelm Zhao Biao’s people. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
"What do you... what do you want to do?" Zhao Biao asked.
"We don’t want to do anything, just want to make sure you eat well!" Mu Shuangshuang said with a smile.
Almost at the same moment, Lu Yuanfeng rushed in, followed by Huang Da and Huang Er, each holding a rope to bind the five troublemakers.
The men were just about to yell for help when Mu Shuangshuang spoke up: "Go ahead, shout, let everyone downstairs see how pitiful you look getting beaten.
From now on, all of Qingshan Town will know you brothers tried to make trouble but got thoroughly beaten by me, the host."
Zhao Biao fell silent. Getting beaten was one thing, but letting people know that he was outmatched and bullied by a mere girl, that would be truly humiliating.
"What exactly do you want?" Zhao Biao asked.
"I already told you, to treat you to a meal. Don’t you want to try the food at Chengfeng Restaurant?" Mu Shuangshuang curved her lips into a smile again.
"Brother... brother, tell her we won’t eat, can we just leave?"
Zhao Biao’s little brother wasn’t stupid. Having been restrained, there was no way they could act tough anymore.
"That’s not possible, I keep my word. Since I promised to treat you to good food, rest assured, I will. Wait for a bit, I’ll personally cook for you!"
With a smile, Mu Shuangshuang headed downstairs.
The Huang brothers stood aside, and Huang Er straightforwardly gave Zhao Biao a slap in the face.
"Slap!"
Zhao Biao roared with anger, "How dare you hit me!"
Another slap landed, this time from Huang Da, on the other side of Zhao Biao’s face.
When the two bright red handprints appeared, they looked particularly symmetrical.
Mu Shuangshuang entered the kitchen and gathered the leftover vegetable leaves, lard drippings, and other scraps into a large pot. It was all clean.
However, due to the mixture, the resulting dish was brown.
Strangely enough, the concoction smelled somewhat sweet and pleasant.
She instructed a staff to cover the pot of pig swill-like mixture and deliver it to the third floor.
Mu Shuangshuang instructed, "Huang Da, Huang Er, this bucket of food is prepared for these gentlemen. Don’t let them waste it, make sure they eat it all!"
"Got it!" Lifting the lid and seeing the yellow-brown mess comparable to feces, Huang Da and Huang Er were excited, their response especially loud.
One picked up the wooden bucket, the other grabbed an iron ladle, and started feeding the pig swill-like food into Zhao Biao and his men’s mouths bit by bit.
Anyone who didn’t cooperate or tried to avoid it got a slap.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the lion dance resumed with its drumming and music.
Though initially there were two lions, by now only one remained, but it didn’t dampen everyone’s spirit to watch.
Mr. Mu and Old Mrs. Mu arrived late, with the elderly Wang couple trailing slowly behind.
This time, Mu Dashan and Yu Si Niang were outside, and since they were Old Mu Family relatives, Lu Yuanfeng didn’t need to greet them.
"Dad, Mom, what brought you here?" Mu Dashan asked excitedly, his face flush with emotion.
"What, can’t we come?" Old Mrs. Mu said with a glance at Mu Dashan.
"No... it’s not that, Mom, I’m just happy you could make it, but how did you get here?" Mu Dashan said with guilt, thinking Mr. Mu and Old Mrs. Mu had walked.
Just then, Old Master Wang stepped forward.
"Dashan, your parents rode with us, no need to blame yourself!"
Old Master Wang knew the two elders of Old Mu Family too well, afraid they would play emotional cards to bully Mu Dashan, so he beat them to it.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang, it’s great you’re finally here, we’ve been waiting for you. On the second floor, Shuangshuang prepared a lot of food for our relatives and friends from Er Gui Village."
Two tables were set up in the private room on the second floor, and with the Huang brothers, Huang Da and Huang Er, two tables were complete, no problem at all.
Despite the many children, they would possibly have to stand or have a separate kids’ table set up.
Fortunately, the private room was spacious enough.
"Haha, Dashan, on your happy day, this old man doesn’t have much to offer, but take this red envelope," Old Master Wang said.
As he spoke, he pulled out a red envelope from his pocket.
Mrs. Wang followed suit.
"This... we can’t take it," Mu Dashan tried to refuse.
But Old Master Wang insisted.
"Why not accept it, it’s a big joyous day."
"Indeed, we all prepared these, whether much or little, it’s the thought that counts," said the village head from Er Gui Village, leading a group of elders and those close to the third branch, each holding a red-paper-wrapped envelope.
Mu Dashan, with no way to refuse, accepted them all.
Mr. Mu, standing aside, his face changed.
He felt his pockets, but had nothing to offer.
He could only give Old Mrs. Mu a look.
Old Mrs. Mu pretended not to notice, turning her head aside.
Darn it, like I’d ever give money for this, she thought to herself.
Mr. Mu was infuriated, lowering his voice, he said, "Why are you so inconsiderate? Everyone else gave something, shouldn’t you give something too?"
