Hurry up, let's eat.
That night.
Wangjiang Restaurant was packed to the rafters, every seat occupied. The clamor was more than ten times greater than usual.
After all, those who usually came to Wangjiang Restaurant to hear opera were either rich or noble. Even those seated in the main hall were mostly from comfortably well-off families.
But today's guests were soldiers who had only recently left the battlefield. Once they got drunk, their wild revelry was naturally beyond anything ordinary people could match.
In a private room on the second floor.
Seeing Sun Shaozong staring blankly downstairs, Lu Jianxing assumed he disapproved of such unruly behavior—after all, this place usually served princes, dukes, and nobles.
So he quietly asked, "My lord, shall I go down and say something? Tell the brothers to restrain themselves a little?"
"What?"
Sun Shaozong did not understand at first. Once he realized what Lu Jianxing meant, he could not help laughing. "There are no outsiders here today. Who are you making them behave for?"
After a pause, he added, "I was thinking about some matters at court just now, so I got distracted."
Bang!
Han Bang suddenly slapped the table and leapt to his feet, glaring furiously as he shouted, "Is my lord troubled by those Liaodong savages? Say no more! I, Old Han, will take some men and chop them to—"
"Sit the hell down!"
Sun Shaozong glared at him. Han Bang, who had just been brimming with heroic spirit, immediately wilted. He awkwardly sat back down and picked up his chopsticks again, but did not dare take any food. He only aimlessly poked around in his own bowl and plate.
Seeing this, Sun Shaozong casually picked up a large piece of deer tendon and tossed it into his plate. Smiling as he cursed,