The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 278 - 278 277 Enemies

278: Chapter 277: Enemies 278: Chapter 277: Enemies Bai Lingfei sat across from Liu Hun, looking a bit nervous, so she asked him, “What’s the matter?

Is it too cold in here for you?”

“No…

it’s nothing.” Of course, Liu Hun couldn’t tell Bai Lingfei that he had never encountered Western cuisine before, and he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

He could only glance around to see how others were eating and remember it for later.

Bai Lingfei had been somewhat angry with Liu Hun before, but after the incident with the naughty child, she realized that this man had good social skills, which made her think better of him.

While Liu Hun was observing how others ate Western food, a familiar figure suddenly crossed his field of vision, and he immediately stood up and said to Bai Lingfei, “I’m going to the bathroom.” After that, he walked towards the figure.

Liu Hun followed the familiar figure, who quickly entered the manager’s rest room.

With waiters occasionally walking back and forth nearby, he simply stood by the window, and then…

Dragon Eye!

God-level X-ray Vision!

Activate!

Through a thick wall, the God-level X-ray vision allowed him to see everything that was happening inside: a man and a woman were getting hot and heavy in the manager’s rest room, and the man was—Secretary Zhou!

The woman, though, was someone he had never seen before, an older person.

Aside from the heavy makeup on her face, once her clothes were peeled away, it was as clear as bark stripped off an old tree what she was made of.

Liu Hun had to sigh, “Nature really did nurture the people of Wanbao Village.

Compared to this woman, Qin Rou, stripped bare, was like a plump, water-filled sponge alongside dry moss—there was no comparison at all.”

The X-ray vision only lasted a few seconds, and Liu Hun wanted to find out who the woman involved with Secretary Zhou was, so he activated Dragon Ear.

The sounds inside the room transmitted clearly to his ears.

“Why is it still so limp?

Push harder!

Get it in there, are you trying to kill me with frustration?”

“Sister Mei, don’t rush, I’ll be ready soon!”

“I swear, you’re just like my good-for-nothing husband!

Have you been messing around at that ‘Colors of Night’ club again?

Have all the goods been given to those little bitches, and now you’re just half-assing it with me?”

“How could I behave like Li Tianyang?

I only play around for fun.

Just wait, I’ve got something nice here, an import from the United States.

I guarantee we’ll have a blast tonight.”

Liu Hun didn’t want to listen to the rest.

A broken gun was trying to fire at a bald bird—you could oil it all you want, but it would make no difference.

Now he had received the information he wanted the most: Li Tianyang had let Secretary Zhou become the scapegoat, while Zhou was in turn giving Li Tianyang a massive cuckoldry.

Li Tianyang truly proved the saying that to get by in life, you do indeed need to wear some green on your head.

Moreover, Liu Hun speculated that this Western restaurant must be one of Li Tianyang’s wife’s properties, and also the place where she had her affair with Secretary Zhou.

Upon returning to his seat, Liu Hun embarrassingly discovered that Bai Lingfei hadn’t ordered yet, waiting respectfully for him to come back so they could order together.

Liu Hun looked at the menu, and what the hell was all this stuff?

He couldn’t recognize a single word, not even a letter—it was all in French.

A restaurant filled with Chinese diners yet with a completely illegible menu—such pretention.

If Liu Hun were a judge, he would certainly scold this pretentious restaurant.

Unable to read, there should at least be pictures, Liu Hun thought as he opened the first page of the menu, but as it turned out, he was too naive.

After flipping through the entire menu, aside from some decorative flowers in the footer, there were no pictures at all!

Seeing that Liu Hun hadn’t reacted for a while, Bai Lingfei asked him, “Mr.

Liu, this restaurant offers chef’s table dining where the head chef cooks meals on-site, and today being Wednesday, their French head chef is in the restaurant.

How about we try that?”

Liu Hun almost slapped the table and exclaimed, “Approved!” Bai Lingfei’s suggestion was perfect, and he immediately agreed.

Although it was going to be more costly, it would prevent any embarrassment, which was a good thing.

More importantly, the French head chef only offered a five-course meal, including dessert, on Wednesdays, so there was no choice to be made.

Soon, the waiter brought the first course, “Coquilles Saint-Jacques, please enjoy,” and placed two plates in front of Liu Hun and Bai Lingfei.

In an exquisite plate were six scallops, which truly looked appetizing.

Bai Lingfei gracefully took one and put it in her mouth.

Liu Hun, imitating Bai Lingfei, also managed to get one into his mouth.

“Pfft…cough cough cough…” As soon as the flavor of the scallop hit his mouth, Liu Hun couldn’t help but cough, which was exactly like the taste of a mushroom dug out from under a pine tree and left to sit for three days.

Bai Lingfei frowned slightly, clearly also thinking there was a problem with the scallop, and immediately called the waiter over, “Excuse me, is this coquille Saint-Jacques made by your French chef personally?”

The waiter said proudly, “Of course!

Besides our chef, who else could make this?”

“I wonder if I could meet your chef?” Bai Lingfei asked the waiter with a smile, elegantly spitting the food into a napkin, as she really couldn’t stomach the taste.

“Our chef is busy!

It’s not like anyone who wants to see him can.

Didn’t you see all these people?

They’re all ordering our chef’s dishes, it’s just you guys who are making a fuss.” The waiter complained discontentedly.

Bai Lingfei took a deep breath, restraining her emotion.

She had been to this western restaurant before and had eaten the chef’s dishes, which is why she had invited Liu Hun today.

She hadn’t expected this kind of situation today; this was a slap in her face!

She said to the waiter, “I’ve had this dish in both Paris and Lyon, and it’s definitely not the difficult-to-swallow taste it is now.

So, either call your chef or call your manager.”

“You’re such a nag!” The waiter looked down on Bai Lingfei with a glance and then dropped a line, “Wait here!” and left.

Bai Lingfei was almost fed up with the anger she had to swallow and still had to smile at Liu Hun, “I must not have checked the calendar before going out today; I don’t know what’s gotten into both the waitstaff and the dishes at this restaurant.”

Bai Lingfei didn’t understand what was happening, but the person to explain it to her was on his way.

A middle-aged man in a suit strutted over to Bai Lingfei and Liu Hun’s table and feigned surprise as he approached, “Oh!

It’s the two of you!

I am Wang Dahai, the manager and chef of this western restaurant.

What seems to be the problem?”

Now Liu Hun and Bai Lingfei understood why there were such big problems with both the dishes and the waitstaff—it was their nemesis they had come across.

The man in front of them, Wang Dahai, was the boisterous child’s father they had encountered in the café!

This was his elder sister Wang Mei’s business, so of course he’d landed a managerial position here.

“Forget it, let’s go!” Bai Lingfei frowned, not wanting to speak to such people at all.

She felt that talking to him was not a matter of casting pearls before swine, but rather playing the harp to a cowpat.

After Bai Lingfei spoke, she reached for her credit card to pay the bill, but was stopped by Liu Hun, “Pay after being swindled?

That makes no sense anywhere.

This stuff isn’t even worth the price of a pancake.”

As soon as Wang Dahai saw the two enter the restaurant, he planned to give them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

Now that Liu Hun had come looking for trouble, Wang Dahai put his hands on his hips, his stance as if he owned the road and the trees, blocking their path and demanding a toll, “What are you saying?

Do you realize what you’re saying?

This is malicious defamation and tarnishes the reputation of our restaurant!

Today, forget about paying—you won’t be leaving until you give us an explanation!”

“Let me tell you, Wang Dahai, I am a lawyer at Ma’s Law Firm.

If you want to discuss the law with me, I can sue you into bankruptcy.

So, I advise you to back off,” Bai Lingfei still controlled her temper; those were the most severe words she was willing to say.

“Threatening me, are you?

So what if you’re a lawyer!

Does being a lawyer mean your tongue is mightier?

I’ll tell you clearly, what I make is authentic French cuisine!” Wang Dahai proclaimed proudly to Bai Lingfei.

Previously, he had kicked out a real French chef because he felt that for such simple skills, the chef demanded too high a price.

He thought his training from the Oriental Culinary Institute more than qualified him to take the chef’s place tenfold.

Suddenly, Bai Lingfei said something to Wang Dahai that no one present, including Wang Dahai and Liu Hun, could understand.

Looking at Wang Dahai with a face full of stupidity, Bai Lingfei spoke with contempt, “You can’t even understand French, and yet you dare to claim to be an authentic French chef.

The strength and taste of a restaurant don’t rely on making a menu incomprehensible to diners, but on the quality of both the dishes and the character of the staff.

Regrettably, you possess neither.”

Wang Dahai immediately started barking like a stepped-on mongrel, making an uproar so loud that he knew better than to do more than bark, knowing Liu Hun’s strength.

The diners around, curious about the commotion, all gathered around to see what the fuss was about.

“Shut up!” Liu Hun suddenly glared at Wang Dahai, who shuddered all over and promptly shut his mouth.

In front of so many people, Liu Hun naturally didn’t plan to resolve the matter with his fists, and besides, doing so would probably lower Bai Lingfei’s opinion of him.

Rolling up his sleeves, he said to Wang Dahai, “Your character was verified earlier.

As for your dishes…

It’s not that I am targeting anyone in particular, but I must say the dishes you make are garbage.”

Once these words were out, there was a buzz of whispers around them.

They weren’t fools and obviously knew Wang Dahai’s cooking was bad, but coming to this western restaurant, they had to eat up and pretend it tasted good.

Wang Dahai turned his gaze askew and challenged Liu Hun, “You talk like you’re so capable, why don’t you give it a try?”

At this point, Bai Lingfei was genuinely intrigued.

She didn’t know whether Liu Hun was up to the task, but if he could produce French cuisine, her impression of him would rise another notch.