Just as old man Ouyang said, Ma Jiang really prepared a big dinner for everyone, with a combination of meat and vegetables, and a total of thirty dishes. The five chefs in the back kitchen were busy working together, so the food was served very quickly.
Everyone had been eating dry food in the tomb for too long. Facing the delicious food in front of them, they couldn't help but eat it with enthusiasm.
Just when everyone was about to finish eating, Ma Jiang entered the restaurant with Ma Zhanchang.
"Old man, here we come." Seeing Ma Zhanchang, Zhang Fan greeted Ma Zhanchang.
"Little sir..." Ma Zhanchang looked at Zhang Fan and smiled, then walked quickly towards Zhang Fan's direction.
Zhang Fan handed Ma Zhanchang a bench, and Ma Zhanchang sat down.
Zhang Fan took out a cold ice ginseng from his cloth bag and brought it to Ma Zhanchang, "Old man, this is what I promised you."
A touch of excitement appeared on Ma Zhanchang's face, and he took the ice-soaked ginseng with trembling hands.
After Ma Zhanchang looked at the ice-soaked ginseng for a few times, he said repeatedly, "Thank you, young sir! Thank you!"
"Your son cooked this table well, which is a way of expressing his gratitude to me." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
Ma Jiang, who was standing aside, laughed. He knew in his heart that this was not enough!
"Just go home and take the ice ginseng in a decoction." Zhang Fan said.
Ma Zhanchang nodded slightly.
"You guys should be busy, we are really tired, let's go back and rest first." Zhang Fan said to Ma Zhanchang.
"Little sir, walk slowly."
Ma Zhanchang and his son said politely.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly, but just when he stood up, he clearly felt the monkey's eyes in the porcelain bottle in the cloth bag "buzzing" and trembling twice.
Feeling the strange movement of the monkey eye, Zhang Fan frowned slightly. Logically speaking, the monkey eye that has been separated from the living body is equivalent to a dead person. It cannot move on its own. Why is it moving on its own now?
Seeing Zhang Fan frowning, Sun Tang asked: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay..." Zhang Fan waved his hand slightly, "Let's go back to the room and rest."
Afterwards, everyone didn't ask any questions and pretended to leave with Zhang Fan.
But at this moment, three figures walked into the restaurant from the backyard. The man at the head looked about fifty years old, with a medium build and a serious look on his face.
Hanging on his waist was a leather bag that was 20 centimeters long and looked like a small bucket. For some reason, the aura exuding from this bag gave Zhang Fan a sense of familiarity. This situation was quite unexpected.
This was the first time Zhang Fan met him.
Behind this man, there were two men in their thirties, one with long hair and the other with a short haircut, who looked similar to Sun Tang at this time.
Zhang Fan just glanced at the three of them without stopping too much, and headed towards the door of the backyard.
"My little friend, please stay." At this moment, a middle-aged man in his fifties said.
Zhang Fan thought he was not being called, so he didn't stop at all and continued walking outside.
Seeing Zhang Fan's body, they didn't even pause. The long-haired man and the short-haired man walked quickly towards Zhang Fan's direction with angry expressions on their faces, and suddenly stood in front of Zhang Fan.
"Didn't you hear our eldest brother call you?" the long-haired man asked sharply.
In fact, he really didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man
But seeing the arrogant and provocative look of the long-haired man, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Can't I just not want to talk to you?"
Hearing this, the long-haired man became even more angry: "Boy, don't toast me and you'll be fined for not eating!"
While speaking, he clenched his fists tightly, and a powerful momentum suddenly spurted out from his body and hit Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan did not move at all.
Through this aura, Zhang Fan sensed that the long-haired man's strength was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people, the strength of the seventh level of Qi Refining was already very strong, but in front of Zhang Fan's eyes, it was worthless.
!Can’t make any waves!
"Until today, I still don't know what the fine wine tastes like. I really want to try it!" Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"Okay! I will let you taste the taste of this fine wine today." The long-haired man snorted angrily.
As he said that, he wanted to take action against Zhang Fan.
"Wait a minute!" At this moment, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the long-haired man glanced at the middle-aged man and did not attack Zhang Fan.
I saw the middle-aged man walking slowly in the direction of Zhang Fan. After walking to Zhang Fan's side, a kind smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
"Just tell me if you have anything to say. I'm very tired now and want to go back and rest." Zhang Fan looked at the middle-aged man and said. Zhang Fan didn't slap the long-haired man with his big mouth. He had already given the long-haired man a lot of face.
"I want to make a deal with you." The middle-aged man was also very direct.
"We don't know each other, so we can't make any deal." Zhang Fan said calmly.
"No! We can trade!" the middle-aged man said firmly, "And what we trade is in your bag."
The middle-aged man pointed at Zhang Fan's bag.
Zhang Fan really didn't want to be entangled with this middle-aged man anymore, so he made a show of leaving.
The long-haired man stepped in front of Zhang Fan and faced Zhang Fan tit for tat.
This time, Zhang Fan really tried his best, looked at the long-haired man and said, "I really shame you!"
"You yellow-haired boy, you made a noise in front of me and gave me shame. I think I gave you shame! You are looking for death!" The long-haired man snorted angrily.
For such a person, Zhang Fan doesn't want to be in contact with him.
Zhang Fan suddenly raised his hand and slapped the long-haired man on the face.
The long-haired man wanted to raise his hand to resist, but he still didn't have time. His strength was far inferior to Zhang Fan, and his speed was naturally much lower.
Under the horrified gaze of the long-haired man, Zhang Fan's palm slapped the long-haired man hard on the face.
"Snapped……"
A crisp sound suddenly came from the long-haired man's cheek.
With this crisp sound, the long-haired man's body flew out in an instant, and then fell heavily to the ground.
The force of Zhang Fan's slap was quite strong. He was stunned and sent the long-haired man three meters away. After he stabilized his body, the long-haired man's cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spurts spurted out from the corners of his mouth.
A lot of blood.
Feeling the powerful aura exuded by Zhang Fan, the expressions of the three opponents changed slightly. Their eyes looking at Zhang Fan were no longer as casual as before, but showed a hint of fear.
Then, Zhang Fan turned his attention to the middle-aged man.
"Since the young gentleman is tired, let's take a rest first. We will talk when we have time." The expression on the middle-aged man's face was no longer so serious, and he made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan didn't say anything, just walked out of the door and walked towards the room.