After hearing Yuan Qingyi's report, Ye Fan immediately went out like a whirlwind.
Soon, he brought people to the teahouse where Tang Ruoxue and Zhang Youyou had an accident.
It was exactly where Ye Fan chopped off Wu Fu's arm last time.
Walking into the teahouse, Ye Fan heard not only the roar of people, but also the dispute between Tang Ruoxue and the others on the second floor.
He went straight to the spacious second floor.
Soon, Ye Fan saw Tang Ruoxue and Zhang Youyou surrounded by a group of people.
Some people were quarreling with Tang Ruoxue and the others, some were pointing fingers from outside, and some were ridiculing them with ill intentions.
Tang Qi and several bodyguards protected Tang Ruoxue and the two girls, and tried to pull Tang Ruoxue away, but Tang Ruoxue opened Tang Qi's hand again and again.
She was excitedly explaining to a man dressed as a store waiter and a fat boss.
He also held a delicate small porcelain bowl in his hand.
But the waiter shook his head and held up two fingers stubbornly.
"This woman is really of low quality. She obviously ate two bowls of bean curd, but she didn't say she ate one bowl."
"Yes, Qiao's Teahouse has been open for decades and has a good reputation for two generations. Who among the neighbors wouldn't praise it for its honesty and honesty?"
"Boss Qiao and Mute are both honest people and have never cheated or deceived. How could they target a woman for five dollars?"
"One may make a mistake, how can two people remember it wrong?"
"This woman is jeweled, beautiful, and has a good temperament, but her qualities are not good enough."
“I don’t know what’s going on in her mind so much that she wants to take advantage of a five-yuan bowl of bean curd.”
"What kind of mother there is, there will be what kind of child. When a child is born, ninety-nine percent of it is a naughty child..."
When Ye Fan approached Tang Ruoxue, the comments from the diners everywhere reached Ye Fan's ears.
Everyone was blaming Tang Ruoxue.
"Boss Qiao, I really only ate your bowl of tofu pudding."
When Ye Fan frowned and took a few steps forward, Tang Ruoxue was grabbing the fat boss and arguing excitedly:
"This bowl is not for me to eat. It is just an empty bowl. Do you know the empty bowl?"
"Why don't you believe it?"
"I can eat just one bowl, so how can I eat two bowls of bean curd?"
"You can't wrongly accuse people like this..."
Tang Ruoxue's tone was full of grievance and anger, but she still tried to keep her words calm.
Ye Fan walked to Tang Ruoxue and instinctively protected her: "Ruoxue, what's the matter?"
Seeing Ye Fan appear, Tang Qi and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Ruoxue's mood also eased a little, and she told Mark the whole story:
"Zhang Youyou and I were walking, and we got hungry when we got here. I saw that his food was okay, so I came up to have breakfast."
"Zhang Youyou ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and I ordered a bowl of hot tofu pudding."
"I just ate one bowl, but the waiter insisted that I had eaten two bowls and insisted that I pay for two bowls."
"Boss Qiao also believed that the waiter brought me two bowls of bean curd."
"He also found another porcelain bean curd bowl on the table to prove it."
"This porcelain bowl was the empty bowl on the tray when the waiter brought the hot bean curd."
"I felt that the hot bean curd was too much and too hot, so I asked him for an empty bowl to cool down, and I wanted to share some with Zhang Youyou to try."
"It turned out to be their evidence against me for eating two bowls."
"No matter how I explain it, they don't believe it. It really makes me mad."
Her body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that this incident had greatly stimulated her.
"Ruoxue, don't get excited and be careful with the child."
Ye Fan frowned slightly and glanced at the boss and the waiter: "This may be a misunderstanding."
Tang Ruoxue pointed at Boss Qiao and Mute: "They are the ones who framed me."
"Haha, are we wrong?"
"Miss, if you want to take advantage of a bowl of bean curd, just say so. Qiao's Teahouse can still afford the loss."
Before Ye Fan could say anything, Boss Qiao sneered: "But you can't do it if you want to say that we framed you."
"Qiao's Teahouse has never framed a customer in the decades it has been open, and often donates unsold food to the homeless."
"And even if I, an old fool like me, have a unclear mind and misremember the number of beancurds, a mute will not make any mistakes."
"The mute has worked in the teahouse for more than ten years. He has worked conscientiously and worked hard without complaining. He has never made a mistake, not even a penny."
"For you to accuse the mute of slandering you is a great insult to him."
"And it's not just the two of us who saw you eating two bowls of bean curd. Many customers on the second floor saw you eating two bowls of bean curd."
"The mute and I were blind and saw something wrong. Could it be that the other guests are also blind?"
Boss Qiao straightened his chest and scolded Tang Ruoxue righteously, insisting that she just ate two bowls of tofu pudding.
Ye Fan glanced at the teahouse, looking for surveillance cameras, but found that there was not a single probe.
Tang Qi also smiled bitterly and told Ye Fan that they were only on guard at that time and did not see whether Tang Ruoxue had eaten one bowl or two bowls.
And it's not important. Their testimony is meaningless to the teahouse. After all, they are Tang Ruoxue's bodyguards.
Seeing the turbulent public sentiment, Ye Fan gently pulled Tang Ruoxue: "Forget it, stop arguing, I'll just spend money on a bowl of beans..."
"This is not about five dollars."
Tang Ruoxue opened Ye Fan's hand: "This is related to my innocence..."
"What innocence do you have?"
A middle-aged woman shouted: "You just ate two bowls of bean curd, and I saw you eating it with my own eyes."
"Yes, I saw it too."
A man with glasses echoed: "After you finish one bowl and say it's delicious, let the mute have another bowl."
"Yes, you were so happy when you ate, and you said you had never had such good hot bean curd."
An old man carrying a birdcage also said: "I also advise you to add some white sesame seeds to make it more delicious."
"Just eat it. It's only five yuan. If you can't afford it, can I treat you to it?"
A woman in business attire also took out five dollars and said, "Don't embarrass us women."
Dozens of diners came forward to testify that Tang Ruoxue had eaten two bowls of bean curd.
Tang Ruoxue was so angry that she almost vomited blood: "You are spitting blood——"
"Don't get excited, I'll take care of it!"
Ye Fan hugged the woman into his arms and asked her to calm down.
He had already seen some clues.
Then he looked at the teahouse owner, the mute and all the guests:
"Have you watched "Let the Bullets Fly" too much? Are you playing this trick on me...Tang Ruoxue?"
"Tell Sun Xiucai to get out of here!"
Ye Fan waved his hand: "If you have anything to do, come to me directly. This kind of trick is too poor."
"We don't understand what Sun Xiucai is and what makes bullets fly."
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, everyone was silent at first, and then became excited:
"We only know how to kill people to pay for their lives, to pay for food, and to eat the King's meal will not work anywhere."
"That's it, stop talking nonsense, pay quickly, and then admit your mistake to Boss Qiao and the mute."
"You spend money on a bowl of beans and mess around. People like you are not welcome in West China..."
Dozens of diners shouted indignantly at Ye Fan.
Tang Ruoxue wanted to fight back again, but Ye Fan hugged her tightly to prevent her from getting excited again.
"I believe there is justice in this world."
Boss Qiao took a step forward, raised his hands to stop the noise, and then looked at Mark and said:
"You don't trust our store or the diners, but you should trust your companions, right?"
"Ask the little girl accompanying you, how many bowls of hot tofu pudding this pregnant woman has eaten?"
His fingers spread out:
"Girl, although you are in the same group, I believe people's hearts are kind. Please bear witness."
Boss Qiao said loudly: "Is this bean curd one bowl, or two bowls?"
Dozens of diners also looked at the delicate Zhang Youyou.
Tang Ruoxue also seemed to be grasping at straws: "Zhang Youyou, tell them that I ate a bowl..."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Youyou.
