Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 28 Stop bragging! Stop bragging!
I was daydreaming.

The group quickly arrived at the entrance of a hot pot restaurant that Auntie had booked through a group-buying deal on Douyin.

The storefront of the copper pot restaurant exudes the sturdiness of old Beijing. Two strings of red lanterns hang on the red-lacquered wooden door. When you push the door open, the copper bell rings, and the sounds of boiling pots and laughter from inside pour out.

Just walked in the door.

Chen Baiyu caught a glimpse of a little girl standing behind the bar, with pigtails.

Chen Baiyu recognized her.

It was the kind person who lent him noodles at the zoo that afternoon.

Although his actions cannot be described as "borrowing".

But let's say the little girl didn't refuse or not.

When the little girl saw Chen Baiyu, she remembered this strange man who liked to tell jokes about hell.

After all, Chen Baiyu had left a deep impression on her, and it had only been half a day since she last saw him.

She flashed her two little fangs and said in a clear, crisp voice, "Hello, Uncle Helicopter!"

Obviously.

She still remembered that helicopter hell joke.

Hear the words.

Chen Baiyu smiled.

He would naturally forgive a child for being impolite and giving them a nickname.

"Qi Yueyao! Don't be so disrespectful." A middle-aged woman wearing an apron behind the bar patted her on the back with a smile, then looked up at Chen Baiyu, "Are you all here on a group purchase? Please come in, we just cleared out a table."

My aunt was busy registering for group-buying codes.

As Chen Baiyu followed her inside, the little girl secretly followed behind and whispered, "Uncle Helicopter, my name is Qi Yueyao, this is the shop my parents run."

"My name is Chen Baiyu."

"By the way, do you know the difference between Jesus and a picture of Jesus?"

Chen Baiyu started with zero frames, smiling as he looked at the girl in front of him.

Qi Yueyao was stunned.

A bad feeling suddenly crept into my heart.

"The portrait only needs one nail to hang."

Before she could answer, Chen Baiyu hurriedly uttered those words.

He then quietly followed his aunt, leaving Qi Yueyao standing there in a daze.

Bullshit, forgive my ass.

That's right, Chen Baiyu is just that petty.

Just because I took your noodles doesn't mean I have to forgive you.

Here's a hellish joke for you, to properly purify the flowers of our motherland.

In fact, Chen Baiyu felt that she was incredibly kind.

If it were a demonic cultivator from a fantasy world, it wouldn't be telling hellish jokes; it would be sending people straight to hell just to achieve some kind of spiritual fulfillment.

Some might even feel that killing just one person isn't enough.

Who invented genealogy books? The moment you get your hands on one, you feel instantly excited.

I was daydreaming.

Although the clever Qi Yueyao was still young, she understood the meaning behind Chen Baiyu's words.

She was about to say something more when a loud voice interrupted her: "Yaoyao, bring over a plate of mutton!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man sitting at a table by the window, with his wife next to him and another man of similar age sitting opposite him. Several plates of mutton rolls were on the table, and a copper pot was bubbling away.

Qi Yueyao responded and ran over to help.

However, when he passed by Chen Baiyu and the others who had chosen their seats with his bowls and chopsticks, he made a face at Chen Baiyu.

See this.

Chen Baiyu smiled helplessly.

He ignored it and took out his phone to read a novel while casually replying to the message Lin Xi had sent earlier.

But the dishes hadn't all been served yet.

His keen hearing made him feel incredibly embarrassed.

Because the man at the window table suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I still get excited thinking about what happened at the zoo this afternoon! You guys didn't see it, that kid was amazing!" The man next to him immediately leaned over and said, "Brother, you're talking about that guy who hit someone again? Is it really that incredible?"

"Unbelievable? Let me tell you, that move was as fast as the wind!" the man gestured. "The tattooed guy's fist was almost hitting his face, and he just reached out and grabbed him like a chicken, 'crack!' and slammed him to the ground! I've lived for over forty years and I've never seen such skill. It's even more exciting than what you see on TV!"

The woman next to him laughed and said, "You were so scared you almost dropped your phone into the lake, but now you're bragging about it."

"I was just nervous!" the man retorted. "The thing is, that young man looked so gentle and mild-mannered, who would have thought he was such a good fighter? And he didn't even seem to be putting in much effort the whole time. That tattooed guy looked like he weighed 180 pounds, but he was like boneless in his hands. Aren't you impressed?"

The man's older brother was astonished: "Really? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Injured? That young man wasn't even a hair out of place!" The man took a sip of beer, his voice rising. "Later, the police came and checked the surveillance footage, and guess what? Every move he made was perfectly timed. They call it grappling, but it looked like he'd practiced martial arts! If you ask me, that's what you call a master of disguise. He looks like he's just strolling around the park with us, but when something really happens, he's more reliable than anyone else!"

Chen Baiyu had just picked up his teacup.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but twitch my lips.

Stop bragging!

He never expected that he would run into the audience of the incident that afternoon just by coming to have a meal.

Just listen to others bragging about themselves.

I felt uneasy all over, as if ants were crawling on my body.

There was none of the exhilarating feeling of showing off in front of others as depicted in the novel.

His mother nudged him with her elbow.

The older aunt leaned closer and whispered, "Are you being talked about?"

The two women didn't see Chen Baiyu hitting someone immediately; they only realized that Chen Baiyu was the main character when they went over to watch with a group of people.

At that time, Chen Baiyu had already pinned the tattooed man to the ground.

Chen Baiyu did not respond.

But then he caught a glimpse of Qi Yueyao clinging to the edge of the bar, secretly peeking in their direction.

She met his gaze and immediately looked away.

Just as he was about to call the girl over and tell her some more hellish jokes to cheer her up, he noticed that the proprietress, Qi Yueyao's mother, was walking over.

At this moment, Qi Yueyao's mother came over with the pot bottom and said with a smile, "Please don't mind, everyone. The people by the window are the child's second uncle and aunt. They came to Beijing today and happened to run into that incident at the zoo this afternoon. They've been talking about this all afternoon."

"Please excuse the loud noise."

"I'll add another plate of meat for you."

The proprietress smiled and said to Chen Baiyu and the others.

She clearly had no idea that the tough guy her husband, brother, and sister-in-law were talking about was actually sitting right in front of her.

After all, only her daughter, brother and sister-in-law went to the zoo in the afternoon; she herself did not go.

"Thank you then."

The aunt nodded and chatted with the boss's wife for a few minutes as the person in charge.

Chen Baiyu stared blankly at the bubbling broth and scallions inside.

The conversation at the table by the window continued.

The man was describing with great enthusiasm how he "witnessed the young man subdue the bad guy without even changing his expression, as if swatting a mosquito."

Not a moment.

Qi Yueyao, bouncing with her pigtails, ran over with the mutton rolls that had been delivered. As she put down the plate, she whispered, "Actually, Second Uncle was far away and couldn't see very clearly. I was closer at the time, so I saw you."

"Then why are you standing so close to me?"

"Watch out or I'll capture you."

Chen Baiyu rolled her eyes at Qi Yueyao, then lowered her head and started cooking the lamb rolls.

The girl saw that Chen Baiyu was no longer paying attention to her.

He pursed his lips and left.

The water in the copper pot boiled more and more vigorously, and the mutton rolls were instantly scalded and curled up when they were put in.

Chen Baiyu picked up a piece.

I dipped it in sesame paste and stuffed it into my mouth.

The rich aroma mingled with the surrounding laughter and conversation.

The exclamations of praise from the table by the window continued intermittently, adding an extra touch of flavor to the copper pot feast.

(End of this chapter)