TNIBFT -Chapter 139 Even Dishwashing Has Become This Competitive

So easy to talk to?

Seeing Duan Qingshan’s expressionless face, Ye Tian awkwardly shut his mouth. He glanced up and down at the injuries on Duan Qingshan’s body and said, “Um… you should go get some rest and treat your wounds. Thanks for what you did just now.”

Duan Qingshan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly and limped into the house.

“You brat, honestly—why did you insist on dragging this burden along?”

After Duan Qingshan left, Sun Wuji started acting like a hindsight critic, looking at Ye Tian with disdain. “You can’t even fight him, and I still had to step in to save him. What do you even need him for? If you just showed proper filial respect to this old man, I guarantee no one would dare lay a finger on you.”

Sun Wuji raised his eyebrows, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Ye Tian ignored him and turned to go inside. Now that he had ambitions, his team needed to grow. Sun Wuji wasn’t all-powerful—this crazy old man had brains but no emotional intelligence, and didn’t understand anything.

“Hey!”

Seeing Ye Tian ignore him, Sun Wuji stomped his foot in frustration and followed behind him, chattering non-stop, “Moving tomorrow? Why are we moving? Did you get into trouble out there? Or did you knock someone up? I’m talking to you…”

Ye Tian paid him no mind. Helpless, Sun Wuji turned and noticed Old Yang crouching in the corner, his face pale as he glanced over nervously. Sun Wuji immediately grew annoyed and waved his hand dismissively.

“Shoo, shoo! If you’ve got any bad intentions, forget about recovering your cultivation—I’ll slap you to death on the spot, believe it or not!”

Old Yang shrank his neck, his face turning even paler.

Early the next morning.

Before Ye Tian had even gotten up, the ox cart Yuan Heipang had arranged was already waiting outside.

There wasn’t much in the house to begin with, and they had already moved part of it yesterday afternoon. One ox cart was more than enough. The three children sat on the cart, Sun Wuji sat at the back, Ye Tian and the driver handled the reins, while the two heavily injured men—Duan Qingshan and Old Yang—followed silently behind with their heads lowered.

After more than half an hour, they finally arrived at the shop on Zhuque Street.

Yuan Heipang had been waiting eagerly at the entrance. When he saw Ye Tian arrive, he rubbed his hands together and hurried over with a fawning smile.

“Boss!”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it—don’t move, I’ll carry everything!”

Yuan Heipang was extremely proactive, as if he’d fight anyone who tried to take the work from him. A few young men from the shop also came out to help, and in no time at all, the entire ox cart was unloaded.

Everyone entered the shop.

Seeing Duan Qingshan limping, Yuan Heipang gave him a once-over. Where did the boss pick up this cripple from?

Then he looked at Old Yang—fierce-looking, silent, with dull eyes. Could he be mute?

But that worked out just fine—his position as shop manager felt even more secure now.

“Hehe…”

Yuan Heipang followed behind Ye Tian, grinning foolishly. When he saw Sun Wuji with his hands behind his back, looking like a grand elder, he quickly stepped forward.

“This must be the old master, right? One look and I can tell you’re no ordinary person. Seeing you feels just like seeing my late grandfather—so warm and familiar.”

Yuan Heipang grabbed onto Sun Wuji, his face full of sorrow, almost clinging to him.

He had completely forgotten how he once tried to drive Sun Wuji out of the hotpot shop. Ye Tian lowered his head, trying not to laugh, while the three children stared at Yuan Heipang in shock.

Sun Wuji kept a straight face. “Let go!”

“Let go!”

He impatiently shook Yuan Heipang off, then turned to Ye Tian with a smile. “Where’s my room? This old man wants a big one. I’ll go take a look.”

Before Ye Tian could speak, Sun Wuji had already headed toward the back door.

Ye Tian looked at the people in the shop. These workers had followed him for months, and there was some bond between them. To prevent them from bullying Duan Qingshan and Old Yang—and then getting killed in return—Ye Tian felt it necessary to give a reminder:

“This is Xiao Duan, and this is Old Yang. They’re here to work in our shop. From now on, everyone should take care of the new colleagues. Absolutely no exclusion or bullying, got it?”

Everyone nodded rapidly like pecking chickens.

Yuan Heipang laughed, “As expected of the boss. Yesterday you said we were short on staff, and today you’ve already found suitable people.”

“The boss truly plans everything in advance…”

Ye Tian was speechless. He looked up at Old Yang and said, “Your task is to wash dishes. You don’t eat until you finish washing them all.”

“Understood?”

Old Yang silently nodded, his face flushed red with unwillingness.

A renowned assassin in the martial world—who would have thought he’d end up imprisoned in a small restaurant, washing dishes? If word got out, how could he ever show his face in the jianghu again?

But with that crazy old man around, he could be killed at any moment.

To stay alive, he had no choice but to endure humiliation for now.

The workers in the shop were stunned. Yuan Heipang, Xiao Wang, and the others thought they had misheard and looked at Ye Tian in shock.

“He’s washing dishes… alone?”

“That’s right.”

Xiao Wang and Yuan Heipang exchanged glances, their expressions complicated.

After all, in a hotpot restaurant, the most-used items are tableware—small bowls, small plates. After one table of customers finishes eating, there are at least forty plates to clear. And with the business doing so well, there are easily over a thousand plates a day.

Since when did even dishwashing become this competitive?

…

After the lunch rush, customers gradually left the hotpot restaurant.

“Strange, why hasn’t he come yet?”

Ye Shuangxue stood at the entrance, her hair tied into two little buns, wearing the embroidered Chang’e flying to the moon dress that Ye Tian had bought for her.

Dressed in traditional clothing, the little girl stood in the sunlight, her fair face almost glowing. From behind the counter, Ye Tian watched her small figure, a smile he couldn’t suppress spreading across his face.

He tugged Duan Qingshan beside him and said, “See that?”

“That’s my daughter. Cute, right? My daughter…” Ye Tian beamed. Seeing no reaction from Duan Qingshan, his expression darkened. “You wouldn’t understand. You don’t have children—you can’t know how I feel.”

Once dressed up, Ye Shuangxue’s cuteness skyrocketed.

As expected of his daughter—perfect genes. The more Ye Tian looked, the more beautiful she seemed.

“We agreed to go find Sister Ling’er this afternoon. Why hasn’t he come yet?” Ye Shuangxue paced at the doorway, her little brows furrowed.

After thinking for a moment, she waved at Ye Tian. “I’m going out to play.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

Before she even finished speaking, by the time Ye Tian chased out, his daughter had already disappeared.

Wearing her elegant outfit, Ye Shuangxue ran through the streets, drawing everyone’s attention. This outfit had been from the first time Ye Tian took them to a clothing shop—she had deliberately asked for it to make things difficult for him. Later, when they were about to leave, Ye Tian secretly bought it anyway.

She had been too shy to wear it, but last night her red cotton jacket got torn while climbing a wall, so today she had no choice but to wear this.

Holding up her skirt with both hands, she ran swiftly. Just as she passed through a small alley and was about to reach little chubby Shi Hao’s house, she heard Shi Xuan’s voice:

“Was it you who snitched? Was it you or your mother? Did you tell Father that I skipped class to attend the poetry gathering? Who else would do something so disgusting besides you? Shi Hao, don’t think that just because you’re the youngest son, you can take a share of the family property. Everything in the Shi family is mine. Even if I don’t want it, I’d rather give it to a dog than to you!”

Shi Xuan forced Shi Hao into a corner, craning his neck as he spoke, raising his hand again and again, slapping Shi Hao’s chubby face repeatedly.