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She turned around reflexively and saw Yun Yi calmly dislocating the joints on the burly man’s arms. Rong Yan jumped down from the wall in an imposing and calm manner and even cupped his hands politely at them.

“The courtyard door was blocked. I had no choice but to jump over the wall. I hope everyone can forgive me.”

This was the first time Xiaoxiao had seen the legendary QinggongO and she did not come back to her senses for the time being. She only felt that the little master next door was really suitable to fly around like this. He looked like a little immortal child.

Rong Yan gestured to Yun Yi and the others. The latter understood and kicked over the burly men blocking the courtyard door in no time, opening the door.

He looked at the smashed sauce jar and thought that if he had come a step later, the wooden stick might have hit Ning Xiaoxiao. His anger surged. The burly man, who could not move his arm, had already been kicked to the ground by Yun Yi. Rong Yan stepped on his fingers as if he could not see it. He did not use much strength, but the burly man’s face was filled with pain, as if he was to shout out at the next moment.

Rong Yan frowned impatiently. He raised his toes and dislocated his chin. This person was in so much pain that he fainted.

Then, he walked up to Xiaoxiao and asked, “Are you alright?”

Xiaoxiao shook her head. She was still immersed in her admiration for martial arts and could not retract her gaze from Rong Yan for a moment. Little did she know that the heart of the person in front of her was beating faster. It was unknown if he was frightened or being watched.

Their eyes met and Rong Yan looked away first. Unexpectedly, this action happened to catch Xiaoxiao’s red ears. She blinked and took a step closer to him, wanting to take a closer look. Rong Yan’s face was about to heat up from her staring. He turned around and glared at the remaining troublemakers.

Yun Yi and the others were all personal guards who had followed their master for many years. Seeing him look up, they understood what their master meant. Hence, they clenched their fists and planned to teach this group of bastards who dared to cause trouble at the Ning Family a lesson.

Xiaoxiao hurriedly tugged at Rong Yan’s sleeve and whispered to him, “Let’s see what they want first.”

Rong Yan turned around strangely. Was it an illusion? Why did he feel that Ning Xiaoxiao sounded like she was looking forward to it?

Rong Yan and the others crossed their arms and looked coldly at the strangers in the courtyard.

Seeing that the young man was looking at him, Wang Biao, who realized that these people were not to be trifled with, hurriedly took out the contract signed by Ning Fengcai and showed it to everyone.

“Hey, hey, hey. A gentleman uses his words but not his fists. It was your Second Uncle’s bamboo shoots that harmed my restaurant’s reputation. That’s why I followed him to get the recipe for sour bamboo shoots!”

Ning Dalang quickly read through it with a puzzled expression. “This is the contract signed by my Second Uncle and you. Why are you looking for us?”

Wang Biao gave Second Uncle Ning a threatening look. “Based on what you’re saying, Ning Fengcai’s sour bamboo shoots are not the same as yours?”

He knocked the club on his hand meaningfully. “That’s not what you said when you sold the bamboo shoots to us.”

Second Uncle Ning trembled and could not speak, but Xiaoxiao was interested. “Oh? Then what did he say?”

Wang Biao glanced at Second Uncle Ning, who didn’t dare to look up. “They said that his bamboo shoots are identical to yours. They taste the same as the Fragrance Restaurant when my shopkeeper tries them.”

Wang Biao looked at Rong Yan and the rest, who were not to be trifled with, and pretended to be very reasonable. “The most important thing in a restaurant is reputation. Since our restaurant has already said that we have sour bamboo shoots, we naturally can’t swallow our words. However, we don’t dare to believe your Second Uncle’s skills. Of course, we won’t dare to accept his bamboo shoots in the future. Isn’t it reasonable to compensate or hand over the recipe for sour bamboo shoots?”

Second Uncle Ning said in a half pleading and half sarcastic tone, “Big Brother, you can’t write two Ning characters in one brush stroke. We’re family after all. We must be worth more than a recipe. Hand it over to them.”