Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 289: For the Sake of Gourmet Food

Xu Xiangbei finally understood why the renovation of Emperor’s Pavilion was so grand and luxurious, in a prime location, yet had few guests. It turns out Boss Peng wanted to take back the place and purposely sabotaged the business here.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to try the specialty dish here today, seafood beef balls. Xu Xiangbei felt a bit regretful.

While Xu Xiangbei was chatting with Boss Zhou, a twenty-something young man, who bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Boss Zhou, ran over nervously. Seeing Boss Zhou unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon seeing the young man, Boss Zhou asked in confusion, "Son, why are you here? Weren’t you resting at the back?"

Zhou Ping looked worried: "Dad, I heard there was a fight in the back. I was really scared something might have happened to you. Did you get hurt?"

Boss Zhou recounted the incident earlier, unable to hide his excitement and joy, as he hadn’t felt this satisfied in a long time.

"I’m fine. I’m grateful to Dr. Xu for helping out today. If it weren’t for him, your dad might have been beaten up. Dr. Xu is amazing — he kicked the biggest of Boss Peng’s thugs who often cause trouble here, sending him flying several meters away, unable to stand and just rolling on the ground."

Hearing this, son Zhou Ping glanced at Xu Xiangbei in surprise: "Dad, are you talking about that tall and strong, slightly dark-skinned big guy?"

"That’s the one, the second tallest of the bunch, who tried to hit me but was caught by Dr. Xu’s hand. Despite being tall and strong, once in Dr. Xu’s grasp, he was like a lamb in a wolf’s mouth, unable to move and crying out in pain, kneeling before Dr. Xu, almost passing out from the pain. The skinny tall guy, being the most clever, didn’t dare make a move when he saw his buddies down and directly begged Dr. Xu for mercy, and so Dr. Xu let him go."

Son Zhou Ping couldn’t believe it, looking at the plain-looking Xu Xiangbei who managed to chase away the three big guys? His dad can’t be joking.

Though he doubted it a hundred times over, he still gratefully said to Xu Xiangbei: "Dr. Xu, thank you for your help."

Xu Xiangbei smiled nonchalantly: "It was nothing, no need to thank me."

Boss Zhou introduced: "Dr. Xu is a friend of Miss Ouyang, they came to eat together."

Zhou Ping seemed somewhat enlightened: "Is Dr. Xu from the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall?"

Strictly speaking, he was indeed Coach Xu of the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, so he frankly admitted, "Yes, I count as part of the martial arts hall."

Zhou Ping laughed: "Now that explains it, Miss Ouyang’s family runs the martial arts hall. Dad, you forgot? Uncle Ouyang mentioned it before."

Boss Zhou looked as though he suddenly understood: "No wonder Dr. Xu is so skilled, turns out he’s a disciple at the hall? Ah Ping, when will you go to Miss Ouyang’s martial arts hall to train?"

Xu Xiangbei wanted to say he’s not a disciple, but a coach, but thought it unnecessary to make it clear, so he didn’t interrupt Boss Zhou.

Zhou Ping’s eyes were filled with hope, raising his fist and enthusiastically declaring: "Yes, I want to learn martial arts too."

As he raised his arm, a sudden pain hit him, and his right hand slumped as if broken, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Xu Xiangbei noticed that Zhou Ping’s right hand was seriously injured, though it shouldn’t be a bone injury, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to clench his fist, let alone lift his hand. He’d have been in a cast by now.

"Let me have a look at your right hand."

Zhou Ping rolled up his sleeve, revealing a bruised arm with a long red mark from being struck by a steel pipe. The opponent hadn’t hit too hard, only injuring the tendon without breaking the bone.

His arm was covered in the smell of Chinese medicine, seeming to have been treated with liniment and other first aid medicines.

Gently pressing Zhou Ping’s arm, Xu Xiangbei smiled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Ping replied: "It doesn’t hurt if I don’t touch it, but I can’t work for the next couple of days. Miss Ouyang really loves the seafood beef balls I make, which are my specialty, but I can’t make them now."

Hearing Zhou Ping mention the seafood beef balls, Xu Xiangbei’s craving kicked in. Boss Zhou had explained how the dish was prepared, and it tickled his mind like a cat’s scratch.

Xu Xiangbei grinned cheekily: "If I make your arm move freely and painlessly right away, can you make the seafood beef balls?"

Zhou Ping looked at Xu Xiangbei blankly: "If my arm doesn’t hurt, of course, I can make it."

Xu Xiangbei spoke sincerely: "We’re all from Jiangcheng, and there’s Miss Sun Jiajia who’s heading to Italy tonight. I was hoping they could eat your seafood beef balls now."

Zhou Ping smiled wryly: "Unfortunately, the moment I move my arm, it hurts too much to make the seafood beef balls."

Xu Xiangbei rubbed his hands together: "Come, let me treat you, it won’t hurt in a moment."

Zhou Ping looked doubtfully at Xu Xiangbei, increasingly skeptical of this young man. The Director from Di Hai City Renmin Hospital said it would take a month to heal, yet he claims to treat it with no pain; he was really boasting.

He reminded Xu Xiangbei: "Actually, I’ve already been to the surgery at Di Hai Renmin Hospital. Their Director, who shares our family name Zhou, said that while it’s not a bone injury, I need to apply medication regularly for a month to fully recover."

Xu Xiangbei looked disdainful: "You’re talking about Director Zhou, that quack, that big fool. He’s a quack doctor; it doesn’t take a month at all, I’ll make your meridians flow smoothly and recover normally right away."

Hearing Zhou Ping mention Director Zhou, Xu Xiangbei felt a surge of anger, cursing the other as a quack, leaving father and son Zhou staring at each other, unsure whether to trust Xu Xiangbei’s words.

Seeing Zhou Ping’s disbelief, Xu Xiangbei glared at Zhou Ping: If not for wanting to eat those seafood beef balls, he wouldn’t want to consume Inner Strength to heal your injury. You can nurse your pain for a month; it has nothing to do with me whether you believe me or not. I don’t even care.

Boss Zhou, however, trusted Xu Xiangbei: "Son, let Dr. Xu have a look, I believe Dr. Xu’s medical skills are better than that Director Zhou."

Whether Director Zhou is a quack or Dr. Xu is boasting, one treatment will make it clear.

"Come over this way to the table, place your arm on the table. Boss Zhou, bring a clean towel to pad under his arm, it’ll be a bit more comfortable that way."

Following Xu Xiangbei’s instructions, Zhou Ping placed his arm on the table with a soft, clean towel underneath.

Zhou Ping watched Xu Xiangbei nervously, feeling like a guinea pig.

Xu Xiangbei’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, fingers poised like acupuncture needles, lightly moving towards Zhou Ping’s arm: "Haha, looks like we’re in for a treat today."

Zhou Ping was surprised to find that Xu Xiangbei’s fingers didn’t directly touch his arm but hovered in the air, maintaining a small distance from his arm.