The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"My two elder brothers have arrived. Please, have a seat."

When the proprietress saw the two, her face paled slightly, and a hint of disgust and helplessness flashed in her eyes. But she quickly forced a smile, stood up, and went to greet them: "What would you like to eat?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Bring me all the good food from your restaurant!" Yellow-haired thug sat down at a table, propped his feet up on the stool next to him, and flicked the cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Such things as braised pork, stewed pork knuckle, spicy chicken, boiled fish... give me seven or eight of them first, and two bottles of good wine! Hurry up!"

The proprietress's heart skipped a beat. Seven or eight dishes?

There were only two of them; it was obvious they were there to take advantage of the wealthy and waste their money.

"Gentlemen, look at the two of you, you can't possibly finish all this food, it's such a waste."

With a forced smile, she cautiously said, "How about we order a few dishes first, and try them out? We can always add more if we're still hungry?"

"Just do what I tell you to do, stop talking nonsense!" The bald thug next to him slammed his hand on the table, his eyes wide. "Hurry up, or I'll wreck this lousy shop."

"Okay, I'll go cook it right away, I'll go right away..."

The proprietress trembled with fright and dared not say anything more. She could only respond repeatedly and quickly walk into the kitchen, her back view revealing panic and helplessness.

Yang Shuisheng sat in the corner, watching all of this with a cold eye, and slowly ate his meal.

Soon, the sound of spatulas clattering and oil sizzling came from the kitchen, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

Not long after, the proprietress brought out two steaming dishes: braised pork and spicy chicken.

She made several trips back and forth, bringing out all seven or eight dishes that Huang Mao had ordered, and also took two bottles of locally produced bulk liquor.

"Gentlemen, the dishes are all ready. Please enjoy your meal." The proprietress put down the last dish and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She was so busy that her face flushed, and the collar of her floral shirt loosened, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage that was particularly eye-catching.

The blond-haired and bald men stared at her chest for a few moments, then swallowed hard.

Huang Mao picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of braised pork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and glanced sideways at the uneasy proprietress standing to the side.

"Boss lady, what about this month's food expenses? Shouldn't we pay them?"

The proprietress froze, rubbing her hands together, and pleaded in a low voice, "Brother Gang, Brother Long, business has been really bad this month. You've seen it yourself, it's deserted."

"Could you perhaps grant me a few more days? I'll definitely make it up next month!"

"Grace period?"

The bald man chuckled, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp.

"If we give you leniency, who will give us leniency?"

"If you don't give us this money, we won't be able to explain it to Brother Leopard when we get back."

"If Brother Leopard blames you, can you handle the consequences?"

"I...I really have no money..."

The proprietress was so anxious she was almost in tears.

No money? That's fine too.

The blond-haired man's eyes darted over her, then he put down his chopsticks, a lewd smile spreading across his face. He beckoned to the proprietress, "Proprietress, come over here and have a few drinks with us."

"If we've served you well, the price is negotiable."

"You can give me half now, two hundred dollars! We can talk about the rest next month, how about that?"

The meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer.

The proprietress blushed instantly, feeling both ashamed and angry, her body trembling slightly.

She glanced at the two bottles of liquor on the table, then at the malicious faces of the blond-haired and bald men, gritted her teeth, as if she had made a great decision.

"I can't hold my liquor, so I can only have one drink with the two older brothers."

She walked to the table, picked up an empty glass, poured in about half a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), then raised the glass and gave a forced smile to the blond-haired and bald men.

"Brother Gang, Brother Long, I salute you..."

After saying that, she tilted her head back and gulped down the small glass of spicy liquor. It made her cough repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes. Two unnatural blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks, and her chest heaved violently from coughing.

"Haha! That's great!" The blond-haired man clapped his hands and laughed, his gaze lingering on her heaving chest.

"Brother Gang, here's two hundred yuan."

The proprietress put down her cup, suppressing the churning in her stomach and dizziness, and took out an old handkerchief bag from behind the counter. She carefully opened it, counted out two crumpled hundred-yuan bills, and handed them to the blond-haired man: "I'll give you the rest next month."

"Fine, you know what's good for you."

Huang Mao took the money, twirled it, and stuffed it into his pocket with satisfaction, but said, "The remaining two hundred can't be delayed any longer next month."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Brother Gang, thank you, Brother Long."

The proprietress thanked her repeatedly, but her heart was bleeding.

These two hundred yuan were the little bit of money she had saved up this month by working hard from dawn till dusk and living frugally.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to retreat to the counter when the bald man pointed to the almost untouched dishes on the table and asked again, "Boss, how much does this meal cost?"

The proprietress was taken aback, thinking they had a change of heart and wanted to pay for the meal.

"Fifty-eight yuan in total!"

"boom--"

"Fifty-eight?"

Yellow Hair glared and slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes bounce around.

"What? You actually dare to say that just because I asked?"

"I'm doing you a favor by coming here to eat! And you still want to charge me for my meal?"

"What the hell do you mean? Huh!"

The proprietress trembled with fright and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

"It's an honor for me that you two gentlemen came. Please enjoy your meal; it's on me! It's on me!"

"That's more like it!"

The bald man snorted, but then a mischievous idea popped into his head. He pointed at the empty wine glass that the proprietress had just drunk from, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

"But boss lady, you only took such a small sip when you offered the toast, that was really insincere."

"And what you just said made us very uncomfortable."

"Okay, come over and have three more drinks to apologize to your brothers, and we'll call it even today, otherwise..."

He pointed to the bottle of baijiu that had just been opened on the table.

The proprietress turned pale when she saw the bottle of strong liquor.

She was already dizzy and had a burning sensation in her stomach after just that small cup. If she drank three more cups, she would definitely throw up on the spot, and she wouldn't be able to do any business in the afternoon.

"Brother Long... I... I really can't hold my liquor. I already had one glass, and I really can't drink any more."

The proprietress's voice was trembling with tears, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. The collar of her floral shirt was stained darker with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin and outlining an alluring curve.

"Isn't that perfect?"

The blond-haired man's smile grew even more lewd, his gaze crawling like insects across the landlady's slightly open neckline and her heaving chest.

"If you've had too much to drink, just close the door and take a nap in the shop."

The bald man next to him also let out a lewd laugh and said, "Don't worry, we two will make sure you sleep comfortably!"