Princess Against the World

The shopkeeper hurriedly responded, pulled his money bag from his waist with a shake, and poured all the coins inside into Feng Chenglin's money bag.

Fengchenglin→_→

Fuck! !

What the hell kind of way is this! ?

Holding the money bag, Feng Chenglin looked at the restaurant manager in astonishment, his hands frozen there.

The restaurant owner also looked into his eyes with a startled expression. When he saw that his money bag was not moving, he suddenly had a look of understanding on his face.

"Less, less...I understand, I understand..."

Understand? !

You know what a furball! !

Before Feng Chenglin could react, he groped around on his body a few more times, and found some gold leaves one after another, and carefully put them into his money bag.

"Sir, I just opened the door at noon, and before it was officially opened, I met you guys... I really have no money..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

I kinda understand it! !

This person is treating him as a robber!

"No...I don't want your money..."

Feng Chenglin quickly gave the money bag in his hand to the restaurant owner.

"I……"

"Master..."

The restaurant owner cried out, grabbed Feng Chenglin's hand, and knelt down with a "pop".

"I really have no money...I swear! Really..."

"No, that's not what I really meant..."

Feng Chenglin was speechless.

"I want to give you money... I broke the stairs, so this is compensation for you..."

Restaurant manager: "..."

What? !

Compensate him? !

real or fake? !

Just now in the back kitchen, he heard the crackling outside, and wondered if he didn't entertain those people well, so that the house was demolished.

Just as he was doubting in his heart, Feng Chenglin strode over and took out his money bag before he finished speaking.

The moment he saw the money bag, his first instinct was to rob the house.

So he took out all his belongings without hesitation.

Who would have imagined that as soon as this style of painting changed, it would become the compensation money for the other party.

It wasn't until Feng Chenglin put the money bag into his hand again that it felt a little real.

"No, Master... you are..."

"I said it was compensation!! By the way, here are the food and drinks I asked you to prepare just now..."

The restaurant owner's smile froze instantly: "I..."

He was like that just now, with swords and guns drawn out, looking at the head of the person he was about to beat, his brains bursting, how could he still think about cooking and drinking.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Chenglin looked at the pots and stoves in the kitchen and frowned.

"You didn't do it!?"

"It's not...it's because I don't know what tastes good..."

The restaurant owner twitched his mouth and smiled.

"How about... I can make you some more... side dishes?"

"Forget it, let's have a bowl of noodles first..."

Feng Chenglin guessed that Ling Luoyu was also hungry and just wanted to fill his stomach, and how could he still be in the mood to tinker with food and drinks.

"Hurry up and use big fish and meat. Just make it lighter..."

"Okay, okay..."

The restaurant owner breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to boil the water.

When Feng Chenglin walked out of the kitchen with the hot noodles in hand, he realized that he was still a little embarrassed——

In the hall downstairs, people were holding swords, guns, swords and crossbows, preparing for a big battle.

The stairs leading to the second floor were broken, and they were still filled with smoke and dust.

"Third Young Master..."

With a smile, Feng Chenglin covered his face.

"Let's go up there and eat?!"

"Eat at the door..."

Ling Luoyu tilted his head and took over.