After leaving those words behind, Ye Xingchen turned his gaze to Tang San.
His expression calm, he shook his head slightly and walked outside.
"Husband, hurry up! I just put the beef tripe in. I'm waiting for you to come back and eat..."
Hearing Ning Rongrong say that, Tang San, who stood frozen in place, felt fury surge through his chest all the more.
Looking at this arrogant bunch, he charged outside.
"Rongrong, beef tripe cooks in just a few seconds. Aren't you rubbing it in for Tang San?"
Seeing Tang San leave, Zhu Zhuqing, who stood nearby, asked with a smile:
"Where's he supposed to put his pride as a man?"
Unconcerned, Ning Rongrong smiled, glanced at the beef tripe held between her chopsticks, and teased:
"It's called psychological warfare. My husband taught me. He said something about how, if you want to defeat an enemy, you have to start with his psychological defenses!"
"That way, the scales of battle will tip in your favor from the very beginning!"
Zhu Zhuqing marveled a little. Glancing at the others heading to the window to watch the show, she followed them.
Outside the house,
Ye Xingchen stood in the courtyard in white robes, as dazzling as an Immortal fallen into the mortal world.
Zhao Wuji, who had come to watch the fight, silently clicked his tongue. Seeing this bearing only made him more certain that this young man's future was limitless.
By contrast, Tang San, gnashing his teeth with his pointed mouth and monkeylike cheeks, seething with rage, cut quite a different figure!
"Grandmaster, shall we make a bet? If Ye Xingchen wins, you give me ten thousand gold coins!"
"If Tang San wins, I'll give you ten thousand gold coins. How about it? Guaranteed profit, no losses!"
*Guaranteed profit, no