The group of handsome young people waiting for treatment did not rush out after eating. Some people were lying on the table to take a rest, and some people were secretly glancing at Yin Yu who was sitting on the counter, making the same mistake that all men make.
An Xin didn't say anything, but Yin Ren, who had just come out of the kitchen with the food, was anxious. Mainly, this group of people had filled up the hall, leaving them no extra table to eat.
As for taking the food to the wing on the second floor to eat, Yin Ren was too lazy to move.
So after thinking about it, he shouted to the hall:
"Get out of here after eating. This is an inn. If you want to rest, you have to pay for the hotel."
This group of young people had obviously never suffered such grievances since childhood. When they heard Yin Ren's words, they immediately became excited.
The main reason is that they rarely go out in the world of martial arts, and their husband often tells them stories about low-level arrogant Jianghu people who are crooked and slapped in the face. They finally passed the family screening and came out of the world, and met a living treasure like Yin Ren.
Of course, when my husband told them these stories, he just wanted to tell them to keep a low profile. In this world, there are people, and there is heaven. At that time, my husband just took a quick look and concluded that none of the protagonists in this group of young people was dead.
People who listen to the story will naturally put themselves into the role of the Dragon King with a crooked mouth.
Hmm~ That's right, they regard themselves as the Crooked Dragon King that Mr. said. He regards Yin Ren as a low-level arrogant Jianghu person who does not know how to live or die.
Perhaps it was the ending of the story my husband told me about the crooked-mouthed dragon king who suppressed the arrogant Jianghu people, that he embraced the beauty. So they got excited.
Of course, the result was a little different from what they imagined.
......
When Yin Ren carried the last young Dragon King out like a chicken.
Everyone outside the inn was shocked.
A young man with fine features was about to reveal his background in order to frighten the devil in front of him, who made his group of people look like chickens without even using a single move.
But he was stopped by the sharp-eyed young man next to him. This fat man was obviously not someone he could mess with. People like him only needed to complete their tasks at home.
......
At noon, An Xin and the three of them were eating. Yin Yu glanced at a group of young people sitting across from the Divine Doctor Pavilion. The corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and he started yelling at An Xin's ear.
After An Xin listened to Yin Yu's plan, he didn't rush to answer. He just said calmly:
"I want all the proceeds."
"I'll give you whatever money I have."
After the three of them finished eating, Yin Yu returned to the Divine Doctor Pavilion opposite.
And An Xin closed the door of the inn first. He also ordered Yin Ren not to open the door no matter who he heard opening it in the afternoon.
Although Yin Ren was confused, he still nodded. As a qualified chef, not disturbing the boss to make money is the most basic quality. Obviously Yin Ren already possesses this quality.
After An Xin finished giving instructions to Yin Ren, he returned to the wing on the third floor to rest.
Yin Ren also shook his head and went back to the utility room in the back hall to rest.
.....
When it was almost time, An Xin yawned, stretched, and opened the door of the inn.
I saw a neat queue in front of the inn door.
When the young man with a weak look at the head saw the door of the inn opened, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said:
"Boss An, we are here to disturb you again. We were wrong about what happened at noon. Please forgive us, Boss An."
"Oh, you said that, I forgot about it. By the way, you are here to eat. It's a bit early at this hour. But the shop has always been people-oriented. I will ask the chef to cook for you now."
"No, no, Boss Anxiety, please don't disturb Mr. Yin's rest. We will wait at the door. When will Mr. Yin get up? Besides, we are not in a hurry."
The weak young man quickly waved his hand and said.
"Hey, I haven't found out yet at noon. Why is my chef so aggressive? He actually used his unique technique to deal with you. This technique can't be looked at by just a doctor. You have to use my chef's unique technique. The secret cures it.”
"Ah, Boss An is indeed very discerning. The Medical Immortal said the same thing just now."
"Hey, without further ado, people's lives are at stake. I'll quickly go ask my chef to show you."
After saying that, he ignored everyone and walked slowly to the back hall. On the way, he picked up the sword left by Yin Ren's ancestor from the shelf and performed a sword dance.
After a while, An Xin returned to the inn lobby with a sad look on his face, holding three sets of medicine and an envelope in his hand and said to everyone:
"I'm sorry, I don't know where my chef has gone, but he may have known that you were coming, so he left three sets of medicine and a letter in the back hall."
As he spoke, he ignored everyone and opened the envelope in his hand and read aloud:
"Boss, I'm very sorry. I treated the customers a little too hard at noon. I used an exclusive inner strength method. This method requires taking my unique medicine within one day. Unfortunately, I only have three doses of medicine when I come out from home. Each dose can treat one person. .
But people who don’t take medicine don’t have to worry. If you don’t take medicine from our exclusive pharmacy within one day, although it will cause meridians throughout the body to be disordered, if you can get the medicine within three days, you can save your life. I have rushed home to get some more medicine to take. "
After An Xin read it, he shattered the letter in his hand with his internal force, and said helplessly to a group of dumbfounded young people outside:
"Hey, my chef is the same. Why don't you bring more medicine when you go out? Look at the three sets of medicine now. Who do you think it would be better to give it to?"
As soon as An Xin finished speaking, the young man in the first row immediately said anxiously:
"I'm the first, so of course I have a share."
After listening to the young man's words, An Xin nodded and was about to hand a pair of medicine to the young man in front of him.
I heard someone in the crowd shout:
"Huang Fei, you have the nerve to get a dose of medicine first. I don't know that I am the senior one here."
The voice was urgent, and one could tell at a glance that he was an elder who cared about the younger generation.
