After sitting down, Zhang Yi ordered a serving of pickled cabbage fish, several other dishes, and a bottle of white wine.
The pickled cabbage fish and the other dishes Zhang Yi had ordered arrived quickly. After all, there were not many people in the restaurant at the moment. Zhang Yi soon finished eating, but he did not get up to leave. Instead, he continued sitting there and waiting for Xiao Hua. Although Xiao Hua was not large and stood only 1.4 meters tall, her appetite was considerable—more than twice Zhang Yi's.
When Zhang Yi had worked outside, people had already called him a bottomless pit. Every meal, he ate at least two large bowls of rice. But compared to Xiao Hua, his appetite was nothing. Xiao Hua needed at least four bowls of rice, plus a bottle of white wine. Most of the dishes on the table would basically be wiped out by her alone, while Zhang Yi could not eat much at all.
Just then, a burst of noisy commotion came from outside the restaurant. A group of seven or eight young men walked in. Zhang Yi recognized the one in front—he was Zhang Yi's high school classmate, Wang Lin.
However, Zhang Yi had not gotten into college after high school and had gone out to work instead, so they had not kept in touch afterward. He had not expected to run into Wang Lin here.
Although Wang Lin and Zhang Yi had been high school classmates and had not seen each other for years, even back then, their relationship had not been good. It could even be said that they had never seen eye to eye. So, even though Zhang Yi saw Wang Lin, he did not greet him.
However, Zhang Yi's seat happened to face the main entrance. Even if Zhang Yi did not greet him, Wang Lin would spot him as soon as he entered.
After entering, Wang Lin immediately saw Zhang Yi and walked toward his table.
"Yo, isn't this Zhang Yi? Why didn't you greet an old classmate when you saw me?" Wang Lin said as he approached Zhang Yi's table. "I heard your dad got into some trouble a while back. Is he dead yet? How do you still have the mood to sit here and eat?"
"Get lost. Do you think the lessons I gave you before weren't enough? If you keep running your mouth, be careful—I'll discipline you in your father's place." Back in high school, Zhang Yi had not been much of a student, and fighting had been a regular occurrence for him. Otherwise, he would not have failed to get into college and gone out to work.
Back then, Wang Lin had also been extremely arrogant at school, so Zhang Yi had taught him a lesson many times.
Hearing Zhang Yi's words, a flicker of fear appeared on Wang Lin's face. But he turned to look at the group that had come with him before speaking. "You? What a joke. If anyone's getting taught a lesson, it'll be you."
Before Wang Lin could finish, a crisp voice rang out beside him, cutting him off. "Get lost. You're interrupting my meal."
Only then did Wang Lin notice that sitting across from Zhang Yi was a doll-like little beauty, and lust immediately rose in his heart.
"Zhang Yi, tell me honestly—where did you kidnap this little beauty from? How about this? As long as you let this little beauty keep us guys company today, we'll call it even for the past. Otherwise, we won't be done with you today." As Wang Lin spoke, the people who had come with him surrounded the table where Zhang Yi and Xiao Hua sat. Clearly, if Zhang Yi dared to refuse, they would not hesitate to use force.
"I'll say it one last time. Get lost right now. Don't interrupt my meal, or I won't be polite." Before Zhang Yi could say anything, Xiao Hua spoke again, and an unmistakably displeased expression appeared on her face.
Seeing the happy expression on Xiao Hua's face, Zhang Yi grew nervous. He knew that whenever Xiao Hua showed that expression, it meant she was about to make a move. Xiao Hua was no delicate little girl—ordinary women could not compare to her strength. Even a fully grown man was not as strong as her.
The environment on the Dwarves' planet was not very good, and they could face unexpected danger at any moment. Therefore, Xiao Hua's fighting skills were far beyond those of ordinary people. Ten or eight ordinary people like Wang Lin posed no threat to Xiao Hua at all.
Although Zhang Yi was still somewhat nervous, he did not speak up to stop Xiao Hua, nor did he try to stop Wang Lin. He knew that things had reached this point, and even if he spoke, it would be useless.
Sure enough, just as Zhang Yi had expected, Wang Lin did not care about Xiao Hua's words and even threatened her further. "Yo! Not happy, are you? What's so good about being with a poor loser like Zhang Yi? As long as you keep us guys company today, we'll make sure you eat and drink well from now on. Otherwise, once we start using force, this won't be so simple."
"Since you won't get lost, I'll help you. What I hate most is people interrupting my meal. Not even my boss can do that, let alone trash like you with combat power below five." After saying that, before Wang Lin and the others could react, she grabbed the belt of one of the men beside her and threw him straight out the door.
Seeing this, everyone in the restaurant, including Zhang Yi, was stunned. The table where Zhang Yi and the others sat was five or six meters from the restaurant entrance, yet Xiao Hua had used only one hand to throw a young man weighing over a hundred jin straight out the door, five or six meters away. How could such a scene not shock them?
Before the others could react, Xiao Hua grabbed two more men by their belts and continued throwing them outside.
In less than half a minute, everyone Wang Lin had brought, including Wang Lin himself, had been thrown out the door by Xiao Hua.
Xiao Hua herself acted as though nothing had happened. She clapped her hands and sat back down to continue eating. The people in the restaurant still stared blankly at her as if she were an alien. Some had been eating when they saw the scene and had even stuffed food straight into their nostrils, yet they did not notice at all.
Only then did a series of screams come from outside. Clearly, the people Xiao Hua had thrown out had taken quite a hard fall. After all, how could being thrown five or six meters not hurt?
"Xiao Hua, are you okay?" After Zhang Yi came back to his senses, the first thing he did was ask whether Xiao Hua had been hurt.
"Boss, you're overestimating this group's combat power. How could trash with combat power below five possibly hurt me?" Xiao Hua answered while eating. Her face was covered in grains of rice, and she looked no different from an ordinary little girl. If not for what had just happened, no one would have known that the little girl before them possessed such formidable combat power.
Hearing Xiao Hua's words, Zhang Yi was left speechless. Even if he faced that many people himself, he would not have been able to get away unscathed.
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