Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

She turned her head reflexively and saw Yun Yi calmly removing the joints from the strong man's arm, and Rong Yan leaping off the wall gracefully and calmly, and politely bowing his hands to them.

"The gate of the courtyard was blocked, so I had to jump over the wall as a matter of expediency. I hope you will forgive me."

This was the first time Xiaoxiao had seen the legendary Qing Gong. She didn't come back to her senses for a while. She just felt that the young master next door was really suitable for flying around like this. He looked like a little fairy boy.

Rong Yan made a gesture to Yun Yi and others. The latter understood and kicked over the strong men blocking the courtyard door and opened the door.

He looked at the smashed sauce vat and thought that if he had come a step later, the wooden stick might have hit Ning Xiaoxiao. His anger was rising. The strong man who could not move his arms had been kicked to the ground by Yun Yi. , Rong Yan stepped on his fingers as if he couldn't see it, and didn't see how hard he used it. He saw that the tall and strong man had a look of pain on his face, as if he was about to shout out at the next moment.

Rong Yan frowned impatiently and raised his toes to remove his chin. The pain became even more painful for the man, and he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Then he walked up to Xiaoxiao and asked, "Are you okay?"

Xiaoxiao shook his head, still immersed in the wonder of martial arts, and couldn't take his eyes away from Rong Yan for a while. Little did he know that the heartbeat of the person in front of him was beating faster, and he didn't know whether he was scared or watched.

Their eyes met, and Rong Yan took the lead to look away. Unexpectedly, this action just made the red tips of his ears fall into Xiaoxiao's eyes. She blinked and took a step closer to him, wanting to see more carefully. Rong Yan was so attracted by her. Gou Gou's face felt hot when he saw it, and he turned his head and glared at the remaining troublemakers.

Yun Yi and others have been his master's personal bodyguards for many years. When he raised his eyes, he understood what his master meant, so he clenched his fists and planned to teach these turtle grandsons who dared to make trouble in the Ning family.

Xiaoxiao tugged on Rong Yan's sleeve and whispered to him: "Let's see what they want to do first."

Rong Yan turned his head strangely. Was it an illusion? Why did he feel that Ning Xiaoxiao's tone sounded expectant?

Waving to interrupt Yun Yi's actions, Rong Yan and others crossed their arms and looked coldly at the strangers in the yard.

Seeing the young man's eyes moving towards him, Wang Biao, who was shocked to realize that these people were not easy to deal with, quickly took out the deed signed by Ning Feng and showed it to everyone in the big house.

"Hey, hey, a gentleman can talk or act. It's your second uncle's bamboo shoots that ruined the reputation of my restaurant. That's why I let him get the recipe for sour bamboo shoots!"

Ning Dalang read the ten lines at a glance, with a puzzled expression on his face: "This is the contract signed by my second uncle and you, why did you come to us?"

Wang Biao gave Uncle Ning a threatening look: "According to what you think, Ning Fengcai's sour bamboo shoots are not from the same family as yours?"

He tapped the stick meaningfully on his hand: "That's not what you said when you sold the bamboo shoots to us."

Uncle Ning was trembling and speechless, but Xiaoxiao became interested: "Oh? What did he say?"

Wang Biao glanced at Uncle Ning who didn't dare to look up: "He said his bamboo shoots are the same as yours, and the ones he gave to my shopkeeper to taste have the same taste as Wuxiangju."

Wang Biao looked at Rong Yan and his group, who were not easy to offend, and made a very reasonable appearance: "The most important thing in a restaurant is reputation. Since our family has spread the word about the sour bamboo shoots dish, naturally we can't I slapped myself in the face and swallowed my words, but we can't believe your second uncle's skills. Of course we won't dare to accept the bamboo shoots he made in the future. We will pay for it or hand over the recipe for sour bamboo shoots. This is a good way to deal with it. Is it reasonable?"

Uncle Ning half begged and half said in a weird tone: "Brother, I can't write two characters of Ning in one stroke. We are blood relatives after all. We can't be worse than a prescription, so just hand over the things."