As soon as Qi Xianfeng shouted, the curtain of the inner room was lifted, and a woman in a cotton jacket walked out from the kitchen.
This woman's face was pale, her head wrapped in a scarf, her cotton jacket bulky, making her look like a pitiful person abused by her husband.
She walked over with a face full of tension: "Dear guests, I truly apologize, our small town hasn't seen so many guests in such a long time... we don't have enough ingredients, so service is a bit slow..."
"You've ruined my mood, what's your punishment!"
Qi Xianfeng was furious. In the clan, he's a top Elder, worshipped by thousands of disciples, what Spirit Pills or splendid words and fancy food did he not have?
And now, he couldn't even get a bowl of noodles.
Apparently frightened, the woman knelt to the ground and kowtowed, "Please, dear guest, show mercy, I'll... I'll make it for you at once!"
She spoke in a thick Qian Gui dialect, which sounded both comical and fearful.
