Chapter 121: She Naturally Has to Serve Me

“Damn it, who’s there?” Niu Dazhu scrambled up, feeling his head hum like a buzzing wasp.

He turned and saw two lads standing there. One was a little taller and a little sturdier, and it was obvious that the kick he had just thrown was from him.

“Brother, Third Brother, you finally came back!” Lin Sangqian exhaled in relief.
If she had had to wait longer, she would have stuck out her fingers at his eyes.

Poor Niu Dazhu.

“Come on, little brat, you want to trade blows with me, is that it?” Niu Dazhu laughed sourly. “How amusing. Come on, let’s spar!”

Lin Wenyan said nothing. He passed the snacks to Lin Beitao and began loosening his joints.
He, too, wanted to test how his recent training had paid off.
Even against a fighter like Niu Dazhu, he still felt confident.

Niu Dazhu bellowed and rushed in, but before his fist could reach Lin Wenyan’s face, Lin had already lifted his leg first and kicked him down to the ground.

Niu Dazhu froze.
How had that boy moved his foot so fast? He hadn’t even seen it.
Honestly, even Lin Sangqian was a little stunned.
No wonder Father often said Elder Brother’s martial skill was extraordinary. He had practiced for only about two months, and yet he already looked the real thing.

“Ah, wait and see!” Niu Dazhu roared, charging again.

Lin Wenyan had grown more solid lately, but beside Niu Dazhu he was still small.
Yet his agility let him dance around him in circles, and at last he sent another punch. Niu Dazhu saw stars and his head rang.

Lin Wenyan rushed in again, sat on top of him, and lifted his fist once more.

“Don’t—don’t! Hero, spare me!” Niu Dazhu pleaded. “I know I was wrong. Don’t hit me anymore. One more blow and I’ll be finished!”

“Now you know you’re wrong?” Lin Wenyan sneered, and slapped him. “When you were bullying my mother and my little sister just now, how could you not know you were wrong?”

He slapped him again.

Niu Dazhu’s face burned fiercely. Every part of his body hurt, and his head spun. If Lin Wenyan landed a few more punches, he would surely pass out.
How did this brat have such force in his hands?
He had been defeated for good today.

“I won’t do it again. I was just confused, I was in too much of a hurry and thought up this idea. Please, spare me!”

At that moment a customer came to buy chicken legs, but seeing the scene, turned and bolted.
Lin Wenyan knew more customers would arrive soon, and he didn’t want to ruin the business. He gave Niu Dazhu another slap, pulled him up by the collar, and hauled him into the back kitchen.
Lin Beitao followed.

Another customer came.
Lin Sangqian fried chicken legs for her, with Liao Shuxia helping.
The fry pan sat outside, so everyone could watch the frying.
But the breading and the watermelon-glaze work were done in the back.
So no matter who watched them all day, no one could produce chicken like Mai-kan Chicken.

From behind came occasional screams and groans, and the customers grew a little uneasy.
“What’s going on?” they asked.

“Nothing,” Lin Sangqian said with a smile as she wrapped fresh-fried drumsticks in wax paper. “My two elder brothers are playing back there, probably having too much fun. It just sounded loud.”

The customers did not suspect much and left after buying their chicken.

After all the fried chicken was sold, Lin Sangqian closed the front door and went into the back with Liao Shuxia.
Niu Dazhu had finally been worn down by those two brothers, his nose and face bruised and swollen.
Lin Beitao even blew chili powder on him and did not allow him to sneeze—if he sneezed, there would be another punch.
He had no choice. How dare he bully Liao Shuxia and Lin Sangqian?

“Good men, let me go.” Niu Dazhu said, tears in his eyes, bitterness in his chest. “I’ll never dare to trouble you again. No—I won’t even show my face before you again!”

“Big Brother, Third Brother, I want to ask him something,” Lin Sangqian said.
Lin Wenyan and Lin Beitao made room. She looked Niu Dazhu over and asked, “Are you Aunt Niu’s husband?”

Niu Dazhu nodded quickly. “Yes. I am.”

Lin Sangqian looked helpless.
How had Aunt Niu chosen a man like this?

“You’re a grown man. Your wife works outside every day while you sit at home doing nothing. How can you have the face to do that?”

Niu Dazhu was stunned, his lips trembling. After a while, he managed, “That—that’s all what she wants. I married her, and I am her blessing; of course she should take care of me!”

When Liao Shuxia heard this, she was so angry she nearly fainted.
“Little dog, move aside. I’m going to beat him myself!”

“Mother, no need to get your own hands dirty,” Lin Sangqian said calmly, catching hold of Liao Shuxia. “Besides, this arrogance of his was taught him by Aunt Niu.
If she had not constantly indulged him—making him endure every beating and humiliation without a word—Niu Dazhu wouldn’t be so brazen.

“Let him go,” Lin Sangqian said. “He came here to make trouble. He’s learned enough.”

What happened today would likely be a shadow over Niu Dazhu for life.
If they kept pressing him, he might be driven to report them, and then they would lose more than they gained.

“Did you hear that? My little sister is kindly letting you go,” Lin Beitao kicked him once. “Now get out!”

“Ah, thank you, miss, thank you!” Niu Dazhu cried, bowing furiously.
“Go out through the back door,” Lin Sangqian said coldly.

She did not want anyone to see Niu Dazhu leaving Mai-kan Chicken with a bruised face and swollen nose, lest they wonder what had happened.
“Yes, I’ll leave at once.”

After another kick, he hurried off, slick as a fish, and fled.
As soon as he stepped out, all his strength vanished and he even tripped.

“Little dog, what are you going to do with Aunt Niu?” Liao Shuxia asked. “Just let her carry on like this?”
“I have advised her before,” Lin Sangqian said lightly. “But she won’t listen; there’s nothing I can do.”

Still, after teaching Niu Dazhu this lesson, he probably wouldn’t dare to bother them again.
As for the rest, it’s up to Aunt Niu’s own fortune.

“Little sister, are we going home?” Lin Wenyan asked.
“Let Mother and Third Brother go first. Brother, come with me to Haixing School.”

“You’re going to see Yanbei?”

“No,” Lin Sangqian smiled. “I’m going to find the tutor there.”

The upcoming contest between Ru Wen Academy and Haixing School—Hou Tianlu might very well be harboring some malicious plan.
She had to be prepared early.

As soon as the two reached the gate of Haixing School, Lin Sangqian saw a familiar figure.