My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 95: How Much is a Bowl of Dumplings?_1
The girl was about twenty years old, with a long braid, a slender body, and delicate features, that could attract attention with just one glance, whether from the front, the side, or even from behind.

There’s an online saying that goes, “360-degree beauty with no bad angle,” which must be about this kind of woman.

Even though she was dressed simply and sweating from busyness, it didn’t affect her beauty at all.

Ye Xiong suddenly remembered a proverb, “Good wine needs no bush,” and thought that the booming business of this snack shop might be half because of this simple beauty!

“May I ask, what would you like to eat?” the simple beauty came over and asked.

“Err… how much for dumplings for one evening?” Ye Xiong instinctively blurted out.

Internet slang can really do a number on you!

As soon as Ye Xiong finished speaking, the beauty, who had been polite at first, suddenly showed a very disgusted expression, but she still maintained good composure and didn’t explode, saying coldly, “Six yuan.”

“How much for a bowl of wonton noodles?” Ye Xiong continued.

“Seven yuan,” the simple beauty replied.

“Give me a bowl of Guilin mifen.”

The simple beauty’s mind almost didn’t catch up, but when she came to her senses and saw the guy in front of her looking sharply at her with handsome features and extraordinary dress, his eyes revealing a wolf-like look, her disgust sharply increased.

“Just a moment.” The beauty walked away without turning back.

Ye Xiong couldn’t help but laugh silently, thinking that teasing a beauty felt really good.

While waiting, suddenly two burly men entered and took seats at the center.

One of them looked familiar to Ye Xiong, a former member of the XiBei Guild, with a scar on his face—none other than one of Lu Bao’s subordinates, Scarface.

“To think that I’d end up in this state one day, coming to this kind of snack bar to eat this stuff,” the little thug cursed as soon as he sat down.

“It’s all because we chose the wrong backing. Now that He Haodong is dead, and Brother Bao has had one of his legs disabled by that kid, he’s still lying in the hospital. Now that the XiBei Guild has scattered, and those who could run have run away, those who’ve switched sides have done so; we’re nothing but a mess now, where’s the money for a fancy meal?” Scarface said resentfully.

“It’s all that Ye Xiong’s fault. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have fallen to such a level,” the little thug gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, “Next time I see him, I’ll beat him up good.”

“Oh, please, the last time that kid stirred up trouble at the hotel, you were so scared you went soft at the knees and hid in the bathroom, pretending you needed to pee. Don’t think I don’t know,” Scarface cursed.

“It’s the same for you. You were so eager to rush in, but after getting kicked once, you laid on the ground pretending to be dead. Don’t pretend I don’t know,” the little thug snickered.

“Fighting to the death like Brother Bao and Niu Deng, and ending up in the hospital—recognizing the situation is what makes a real hero,” Scarface retorted.

They looked at each other and snickered, their smiles full of indescribable contempt.

“May I take your order?” the simple beauty asked, approaching them with a faint expression.

Scarface looked up, and his eyes immediately lit up, his mouth hanging open for a long time without closing.

“Hey beauty, how much for a bowl of dumplings?” Scarface asked with a lecherous grin.

Ye Xiong, sitting far away, nearly choked on these words.

Dammit, I thought I was being pretty funny, snagging a bargain without anyone noticing, but it turns out this line has been overused. No wonder the simple beauty had such a strong reaction.

“Six yuan,” the beauty answered with disgust.

“So cheap, I’ll keep you for half a month.”

Scarface took out a hundred-yuan note from his wallet and placed it on the table.

“Pretty lady, my big brother wants to take care of you, so hurry up and bring some dumplings for brother. Let me tell you, as long as you’re with my brother, you’ll be guaranteed a life of luxury. Now, in Jiangnan, who doesn’t know our Brother Scar?” The thug flattered.

“Please show some respect.” Ice covered the plain-looking woman’s face instantly.

“I’m paying to take care of you, that is showing respect,” Scarface stood up, his eyes roamed over the plain-looking woman, and he chuckled, “Look at you, so beautiful, yet working so hard. You could easily live off your looks, but instead, you insist on working with your hands, look how dirty these pretty little hands are.”

Suddenly, Scarface reached out and grabbed the little beauty’s hands.

The plain-looking woman was startled, having not expected someone to dare to do such a thing in broad daylight, and quickly tried to withdraw her hand.

Unfortunately, Scarface’s grip was like an iron vice, impossible to shake off.

The people around saw Scarface’s menacing looks and dared not step forward, fearing to provoke these two plagues.

The plain-looking woman’s mother came out of the kitchen and hurried over, smiling awkwardly, “Gentlemen, my daughter is naive and has offended you. Please don’t take it to heart. Whatever you two eat today, put it on our tab.”

The woman wanted to keep the peace, but Scarface was not having any of it and said aggressively, “What do you mean by that? Are you saying we’re eating here without paying? Let me tell you, Scarface here has never dined and dashed in his life.”

Taking advantage of Scarface’s momentary distraction, the plain-looking woman violently pulled her hand free from Demon Palm’s grasp and ran far away.

Just as Scarface was about to speak, a familiar voice came from around the corner.

“Boss, isn’t the Guilin rice noodle ready yet?”

Bang!

Bang!

Hearing this voice, Scarface and the thug’s expressions changed dramatically.

Damn, how unlucky do you have to be to bump into this plague even when hiding out here?

Thinking back on the bad things they had just said about Ye Xiong, both men felt like their scalps were exploding, not knowing whether to stay or go, frozen like statues.

Eventually, Scarface didn’t dare to leave and instead slowly walked over to Ye Xiong, chuckling, “Brother Xiong, we were just joking around just now.”

“Oh, isn’t this the famed Brother Scar? I was wondering who was so bold. What a rare guest, truly a rare guest.” Ye Xiong moved over a table from the side, smiling politely, “Brother Scar, sit down, what would you like to eat today, my treat.”

“I… I’m not hungry,” Scarface was close to tears.

The kinder Ye Xiong was, the more terrified Scarface became.

Isn’t there a saying, smiling on the outside but holding a knife inside?

“How can you not be hungry? I clearly heard you asking how much the dumplings were, and then you took out a hundred-yuan note and said you’d cover it.” Ye Xiong turned back and asked the still shaken plain-looking woman, “Little sister, I’m not well-educated and bad at math, can you help me calculate how many bowls of dumplings can be bought with a hundred yuan?”

“Sixteen bowls,” said the plain-looking woman.

“Then bring Brother Scar here sixteen bowls of dumplings,” Ye Xiong declared with a sweeping gesture.

A few minutes later, there were sixteen bowls of dumplings arrayed on the table in front of Scarface, filling the table.

“Brother Scar, eat, don’t be shy.”

Ye Xiong pointed at the dumplings in front of him, his tone as harmless as any man or beast.