Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 469 : The Tyrant’s Meal

Hao Jian hadn't expected Murong Yeyun to speak like that; he thought he was unique enough, but it turned out that Murong Yeyun was the real deal.

Hao Jian gave Murong Yeyun a bow, seriously saying, "I admit defeat!"

"Good that you admit it." Murong Yeyun snorted with arrogance, still thinking Hao Jian was actually praising him.

"Murong Yeyun!" Bai Zihui was so angry that her face turned red, driven crazy by Hao Jian and Murong Yeyun.

"Mm-hmm, I'm here, what's up?" Murong Yeyun asked, feigning confusion.

"What do you mean, 'what's up'? Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to judge people by their appearance?" Bai Zihui was fuming with barely suppressed rage.

"But I was complimenting you!" protested Murong Yeyun, looking a little wronged.

"I don't want that kind of compliment!" Bai Zihui shouted angrily. A milk cow? Did Murong Yeyun actually dare to call her a milk cow? From this moment on, she began to hate that term!

"Humph, a couple of vulgarians!" Murong Chengkong couldn't help but mock them, while ingratiatingly looking at Ma Li, "Ma Li, you see I'm different from them, right?"

"Hmm, you're better at putting on airs."

"..."

At this point, Hao Jian looked at Murong Yeyun with obvious disgust: "Look at you, really can't talk properly, even if her chest is really big, you can't call her a milk cow."

"Then what should I say?" Murong Yeyun asked, as if eager to learn.

"Do you even need to ask? Be tactful, anything like 'Ball King,' 'Busty Emperor' is fine, or be artistic and make a poem: 'Barely three or five steps out of the courtyard, ***** already at the great hall's front!'" Hao Jian mischievously suggested.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant! Brother Hao Jian, you have such literary talent!" Murong Yeyun said, giving Hao Jian a thumbs up.

"Thud thud..."

Two flying knives shot directly towards Hao Jian and Murong Yeyun, landing on the wooden chair behind them. If it weren't for the two dodging quickly, the knives would've struck right between their eyebrows.

At that moment, Bai Zihui looked at both of them, her killing intent boiling over as she darkly asked, "You, are you looking to die?

"Everyone shut up and eat your food!" Murong Qiushui slammed the table fiercely, unable to tolerate it any longer; these idiots were too infuriating.

What kind of nonsense were they causing during a meal?

Seeing Murong Qiushui get angry, Bai Zihui reluctantly sat down but continued to glare at Hao Jian and Murong Yeyun.

Hao Jian also froze; this was the first time he saw Murong Qiushui lose her temper, and even he got a bit scared.

"Hao Jian, you should've heard the principle that one should not speak while eating and be silent while sleeping, so can we eat our meal in peace and quiet?" Murong Qiushui asked gently, her demeanor changing completely.

But looking at her, Hao Jian felt like there was a hidden threat behind her smile, scaring him into nodding quickly.

Everyone then lowered their heads to eat in silence, after Murong Qiushui's outburst. Murong Yeyun and the others dared not fool around anymore, and the atmosphere turned somewhat somber.

But Murong Qiushui seemed not to notice and continued to dine gracefully and unhurriedly.

"Ptui! What the hell is this crappy food, it tastes terrible!" Just at that moment, an untimely protest rose again.

Sigh! Murong Qiushui sighed deeply in her heart, her face full of helplessness as she looked at Hao Jian; she knew this guy could never keep quiet.

Hao Jian spat out a mouthful of minced meat, looking disdainfully at it as if it had done him a great wrong.

"Waiter? Where is everybody? Did you all die or something?" Hao Jian cursed, complaining aloud. The dining environment was originally very quiet and chic, but his yelling immediately disturbed the mood, drawing displeased glances from many of the customers.

Murong Chengkong and the others were also puzzled by Hao Jian's behavior, wondering what he was up to.

At that moment, a man dressed like a manager quickly approached, glanced at the lump of minced meat on the ground with a slight frown, then, putting on a professional smile, said to Hao Jian, "Dear customer, my surname is Zhou, and I am the manager of this restaurant. May I know what dissatisfies you? Is our food not to your liking?"

"Yes indeed, your steak is crispy on the outside yet tender inside, deliciously juicy, the meat is firm, and the aftertaste lingers on the tongue — nothing short of perfection!" Hao Jian said.

"Ah?" Manager Zhou was bewildered and uncertainly asked, "Could you... could you please repeat that?"

He thought he must have misheard it—since Hao Jian praised it so much, where could the dissatisfaction lie?

"The steak is crisp on the outside and tender inside, deliciously juicy, the meat is firm, and the aftertaste lingers on the tongue — it's truly excellent!" Hao Jian repeated.

This time, Manager Zhou was thoroughly puzzled and asked with a mix of laughter and tears, "Dear customer, if our steak is so good, why are you dissatisfied then?"

"The problem is that because it's so good, I want to eat it again. But I'm a poor guy who can't afford such a fancy place. This time I'm only here by hanging onto a rich patron and risking being kept as a gigolo. You tell me, you make such a delicious steak that has successfully seduced me, what am I supposed to do when I can't afford to eat it later?" Hao Jian argued confidently.

Manager Zhou was first taken aback, then looked at Hao Jian with a strange expression, thinking to himself: Is this guy brain-dead? Whether you can eat here is none of my business, right? Just because of this, you're not satisfied? So what? Am I supposed to tell the chef to make it taste worse?

It wasn't just Manager Zhou who was angry, but also Murong Qiushui! When she heard Hao Jian talk about "hanging onto the wealthy" and "being kept," she already felt the urge to flip the table.

"This customer, I'm afraid I can't handle this issue for you," Manager Zhou said in a polite tone, but his expression had already turned somewhat unsightly.

In his view, Hao Jian was clearly just picking a quarrel.

Even if he wanted to address the issue, there was nothing he could do. Surely he couldn't turn around and ask the chef to make the food taste worse, right? Wouldn't that just be making things difficult for the chef?

"You can't deal with such a simple problem? I really don't know how you run this place," Hao Jian said with a disdainful look on his face.

"If you don't have anything else, then I'll just..."

"Who said I'm done? Don't you know there's another problem with this steak?" Hao Jian said impatiently.

"What other problem might there be?" Manager Zhou asked, suppressing his irritation.

"There are bugs in it!" Hao Jian exclaimed.

"Impossible! Our restaurant's dishes absolutely cannot have bugs in them." Manager Zhou replied confidently. They triple-checked the dishes before serving, and hygiene had always been top-notch—S-grade, in fact. In five years of operation, they had never once had a hygiene issue, so the presence of bugs was simply out of the question!

Murong Chengkong and the others were also stunned. Bugs in the dishes? How come they hadn't seen any?

However, hearing Hao Jian say this, Murong Chengkong and the others had already put down their chopsticks, not daring to eat any further.

"Not there? My own eyes saw it, could it be fake?" Hao Jian retorted irritably.

"So, where exactly is the bug?" Manager Zhou asked skeptically, eyeing Hao Jian. Since Hao Jian claimed there were bugs, he was curious to see where they were.

Hao Jian pulled out a dead cockroach from his pocket and tossed it into one of the soup bowls, declaring, "Right here!"

The crowd was speechless... Could your dine-and-dash tactics be any cruder?

If you were going to put a cockroach in the soup, couldn't you have done it before calling someone over? You put a cockroach in it in front of everyone and say it was in the dish—are you treating everyone as fools?

Murong Qiushui and the rest were speechless, as Hao Jian was blatantly arrogant! He was clearly provoking Manager Zhou on purpose!

"You see, such a big cockroach, and you say your restaurant is clean? You've got the nerve to run a restaurant with that condition?" Hao Jian pressed on aggressively.

Manager Zhou's face went green in an instant, "Customer, if you continue to make trouble without reason, we will have to call the police!"

Manager Zhou was also very angry, as Hao Jian had dared to throw a cockroach into the soup right in front of him and then tell him the soup was contaminated. Wasn't this deliberately trying to swindle him?

"Call the police? Wow, there's an issue with cleanliness, and you still think you're right?" Hao Jian leaned back on the couch with his legs crossed, looking at Manager Zhou with the attitude of a thug.

Furious, Manager Zhou snapped, "That bug was clearly thrown in by you!"

"Oh? Do you have proof? Who saw it?" Hao Jian scoffed, acting like a complete rogue with a dismissive sneer.

"We have surveillance footage!" Manager Zhou stated coldly. The restaurant was equipped with surveillance cameras, which could prove this was Hao Jian's problem, so he had nothing to fear.

"Surveillance footage?" Hao Jian, instead of being angry, smirked. "You think just that will scare me?"

"Sir, maybe you should've investigated whose turf this is before causing trouble!" Manager Zhou's tone started to harden too. There's an old saying about the might of the mighty backing someone, and since Manager Zhou knew how extraordinary Kong Xiaozhen's identity was, he naturally didn't take Hao Jian seriously.

In his view, by stirring up trouble on Kong Xiaozhen's turf, Hao Jian was practically seeking death.

"I know, it's Kong Xiaozhen's turf, right? If it weren't for his place, I wouldn't even come here!" Hao Jian said carelessly, nonchalantly cleaning his ears.

"So, you're saying you came here intentionally to cause trouble?" Manager Zhou's eyes sharpened. These people really had come to pick a fight.

"No, I simply came here to eat for free! If you're willing to play dumb and act as if nothing happened, maybe everything would have been fine, but it seems you don't want to play it that way, so..." Hao Jian's expression darkened, and then he suddenly flipped the dining table.

Seeing this, Murong Chengkong and Murong Yeyun hurried to protect Bai Zihui and Ma Li, fearing they might get caught up in Hao Jian's rampage.

The table immediately soared through the air and crashed down towards a group of customers not too far away.

"Ah!"

Consequently, the customers at that table were knocked into disarray by the flying table, which also took down the patrons seated nearby.

"You!"

Seeing Hao Jian's insolence, Manager Zhou was also incensed. Hao Jian had disturbed his patrons, causing a blot on the reputation of their restaurant!

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