Zhang Chen retched in disgust, and the girl across from him wasn’t much better off, her face as white as a sheet, stomach churning.
"Is this the Young Master from the Academy? Truly... truly..." Zhang Chen thought for a long time but couldn’t find any words to describe it.
"This person can eat anything in life, but there’s one thing he can’t stomach, and that’s being at a disadvantage!" Even Xie Lingyun was disgusted.
Zhang Chen’s mouth twitched. He was convinced now! Completely convinced!
And at this time, Huang Chao on the street was also stunned, his face swollen like a pig’s head, staring dumbfounded at the Young Master, his eyes full of disbelief.
The Young Master looked at the bewildered Huang Chao with a smug expression: "Kid, to play this kind of trick in front of me is like showing off one’s skills with an axe at the gate of Lu Ban. Back in the day, I could play better than you!"
The Young Master finished his lamb offal, then walked past Huang Chao, stepping on his face, his voice filled with cold harshness: "You wretch, you don’t even have the right to die at my hands, I’d despise you even if you stuck to the soles of my shoes. You got lucky this time, but next time you won’t have a place to die."
The Young Master walked away, leaving Huang Chao lying dumbfounded on the ground, his body too pained to stand up.
Xie Lingyun, watching the Young Master’s departing back from the upstairs, quickly stood up: "I have something to ask the Young Master, Huang Chao is here, decide for yourself."
Xie Lingyun stood up and chased after the Young Master, while Zhang Chen leaned against the window of the pavilion, his eyes on Huang Chao curled up on the ground: "Brother, can you get up?"
Huang Chao glanced at Zhang Chen but didn’t respond.
"I’ve prepared some wine, why not come up and have a chat?" Zhang Chen said with a smile.
Hearing this, Huang Chao raised his head again, then struggled to get up, spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his face impassively, and headed towards the inn.
The waiter saw Huang Chao about to enter and quickly moved to stop him: "Beggar, this is not a place for you..."
Huang Chao pushed the waiter aside without a word and went up to the pavilion, seeing Zhang Chen sitting at the table, and his eyes lit up at the sight of the food and wine, then he unceremoniously sat down opposite and began to devour it.
The waiter was so shocked by this scene that he broke out in a cold sweat. Although Zhang Chen wore plain clothes, he had come with that nobleman before, and they sat on equal terms, indicating Zhang Chen’s status was certainly not simple. If the beggar offended Zhang Chen, the inn might not open tomorrow.
The waiter nervously stepped forward to scold him, but Zhang Chen waved the waiter away.
Sending the waiter away, Zhang Chen’s eyes fell on the beggar opposite, who was disheveled, his face black with grime, making it difficult to discern his true features, though he had a tall but very thin frame.
At this time, Huang Chao was wolfing down the food, totally behaving as if he were at home, taking big bites of roast chicken.
"You really don’t stand on ceremony." Zhang Chen said with a smile.
"You called me up here; there must be something you want from me. Although I don’t know what you want me to do, or what I can do for you, I know I probably can’t refuse you. Since that’s the case, I might as well eat; I’ll help you with your task after I’m fed." Huang Chao said.
"Can you do any kind of work?" Zhang Chen asked.
Huang Chao swallowed a mouthful of roast chicken: "If I could do any kind of work, I wouldn’t need to beg and end up so down-and-out. I absolutely cannot do the work of trafficking women and children. Don’t even mention it!"
"You do have some moral backbone, willing to go hungry rather than do something without conscience." Zhang Chen praised.
Huang Chao smiled, but didn’t respond, simply stuffing braised pork into his mouth.
"Do you know who you just offended?" Zhang Chen leisurely poured Huang Chao a cup of wine.
Huang Chao downed the wine in one gulp, astonished: "Seeing him dressed in ordinary fabric, I thought he was just a rich household. Don’t tell me he has a significant background?"
"The Young Master from the Academy." Zhang Chen said.
Huang Chao shuddered, the cup dropping onto the table: "Can’t be???"
"Would I lie to you?" Zhang Chen replied.
Then Zhang Chen saw Huang Chao across from him become excited: ’The Young Master ate my saliva?’
Huang Chao suddenly felt somewhat thrilled, his face flushed, maybe from the wine or from excitement.
As for the cup falling, it was purely from excitement.
Zhang Chen laughed: "I don’t know whether to say you’re lucky, or what else."
Huang Chao picked up the cup again: "The Young Master from the Academy tasted my saliva, this calls for a big toast!"
Hearing this, Zhang Chen looked at Huang Chao in amazement: "I thought you’d be scared."
"Why should I be scared? A poor life like mine, if I can get a noble to taste my saliva, it wouldn’t be a loss even if I died." Huang Chao directly grabbed the wine jug from Zhang Chen’s hand and took a big swig excitedly.
Zhang Chen looked at the beggar in front of him, suddenly feeling that this beggar had a bold and unrestrained air about him, unfortunately born in the wrong era, never to stand out.
Huang Chao was eating roast chicken, seemingly remembering something, with his dirty hand tearing off a drumstick and handing it to Zhang Chen: "Do you want it?"
Zhang Chen’s gaze fell on Huang Chao’s filthy hand, his stomach started churning, so he shook his head to decline Huang Chao’s offer.
Huang Chao continued eating happily, and before long, all the food and wine were devoured, then picked up a toothpick and lazily picked his teeth: "Brother, whatever you command, just say it. As long as it doesn’t go against morality, I, Huang Chao, will definitely do it for you."