That pig-faced fellow actually had a name that suggested honesty, but unfortunately...
Hu Dechang threw his head back and laughed, "It's too late to regret now!"
"I've already signed an agreement with Ruixing'er Hotel, and I'm going to sell the secret recipe to them today!"
"You all know Ruixing'er's strength in Europe, right? With substantial capital behind them, they've expanded rapidly in the past year, clearly becoming a rising force in Europe."
"Now, how do you plan to choose? Do I need to spell it out for you?"
Of course, the most important thing was that the manager of Ruixing'er had promised him a position as the head of their kitchen staff after everything was settled!
That was a job with a million-dollar annual salary!
Hu Dechang's heart was filled with joy, and he just wanted to settle this secret recipe matter as soon as possible.
"You're dreaming!" The owner of Hu Ji spat fiercely at Hu Dechang's face, "Not unless I'm dead! You'll never get your hands on Hu Ji's secret recipe in this lifetime!"
Hu Dechang was instantly enraged and slammed his hand on the table, "Do you think I don't dare to lay a hand on you?!"
*Bang.*
Chen Fan kicked the chair in front of him towards Hu Dechang, hitting his knee hard. Chen Fan then rose from his seat with an unfriendly expression, "If you can't sort out your current mess quickly, then deal with me first."
Hu Dechang frowned, looking at this person who had appeared out of nowhere. The pain in his leg made him wince. "What do you think you are! What right do you have to speak here!"
Hu Dechang had always looked down on the customers who came to Hu Ji to eat.
How many powerful and wealthy individuals would come to such a dilapidated alley to eat fried skewers?
"Didn't you hear what I said at the beginning? Are you waiting for my fist to smash into you next, or are you going to get out of here!"
Hu Dechang's obese physique indeed looked quite intimidating.
An ordinary person might have hesitated to provoke him, but...
Chen Fan sneered and stepped forward, standing in front of him. "You just ruined my fried skewers."
What?!
Why was he bringing up fried skewers now?
Was this guy an idiot?
Hu Dechang exchanged glances with the thugs he had brought, and then they burst into arrogant laughter. "They're still on the ground, aren't they? If you really want to eat them, you can pick them up!"
Chen Fan looked at him coldly, "These are the fried skewers I waited an hour for."
He wasn't the type to meddle in other people's affairs.
On the contrary, after experiencing so much, he had adopted a policy of "the less trouble, the better." However—
These fried skewers had truly worn down his patience for the day.
With them now lying on the ground, Chen Fan's pent-up frustration could no longer be contained.
He nodded at Hu Dechang. "Now, you will go and fry me another batch."
"Hahaha!"
Hu Dechang laughed until his whole body quivered, his fat jiggling disgustingly in the air.
"You want me to fry skewers for you?"
"Heh! Why don't I just fry you, you ungrateful brat, today!"
"Men!"
As soon as Hu Dechang finished speaking, a small contingent of men rushed in from outside.
"Throw this idiot out for me! If he dares to resist, chop off one of his hands and throw it into the oil pot! We'll have fried pig trotters today!"
Hu Dechang was incredibly arrogant!
Ever since he had reached an agreement with the manager of Ruixing'er Hotel,
his life in Europe had been going swimmingly.
When the person in charge of Ruixing'er Hotel learned today that he was returning to Hu Ji to get the dipping sauce secret recipe, they had immediately dispatched a high-combat-strength team for him, just in case.
Hu Dechang had initially thought they wouldn't be needed, but who knew that Chen Fan, such an idiot, would show up halfway through!
This was the perfect opportunity for him to show off his power!
After Hu Dechang gave his orders, the men immediately surrounded Chen Fan tightly.
Seeing this situation, the owner of Hu Ji became anxious. "Hu Dechang! What do you think you're doing!"
"Show some respect to my customers!"
The owner of Hu Ji had been in the fried skewer business for over a decade. No matter how popular he became, he always stayed true to his original intentions and remained grateful to his customers.
Hu Dechang sneered, "Mind your own business!"
"After I'm done with him, I'll deal with you!"
Saying this, he didn't even glance at the owner and instead roared at the thugs surrounding Chen Fan, "Are you going to stand there or not! Get him!"
*Bang!*
*Boom!*
In the blink of an eye, there was no one standing around Chen Fan.
Hu Dechang, standing on the ground, was stunned into silence by what he saw.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at everything. "You, you, ah—"
Before Hu Dechang could finish his words, Chen Fan kicked him in the back of the knee. The dull pain made Hu Dechang collapse uncontrollably to his knees. The strength Chen Fan had just displayed extinguished any thought of resistance in Hu Dechang. "W-what do you want?"
Chen Fan looked calmly at Hu Dechang, who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly repeated, "You, knocked my fried skewers to the ground."
...
Ten minutes later.
The entire Hu Ji was enveloped in a strange atmosphere.
Chen Fan and Chen Xing'er sat directly in the front hall.
And on one side, Hu Dechang was diligently frying skewers for them.
As a member of the Hu family, he naturally understood the basic techniques of frying skewers.
Of course, the most important part of fried skewers was the dipping sauce.
Therefore, the taste was almost identical to the owner's.
Another batch was freshly made. Chen Fan pushed it towards Chen Xing'er. "Eat up, what are you waiting for? Let him fry you some more—"