Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

The atmosphere on the boy's side was very solemn. Lin Qing continued to eat at his table and did not join in.

Lin Qing had just seen the two people when they came in. He couldn't tell the cultivation level of the young man holding the folding fan, but it was probably higher than his own.

The bearded man behind him was in the middle stage of foundation building, just like Xiao Jin. If the other party came to pick a fight with him, he might not win or lose if the two sides started fighting.

The young man at that table is currently only in the Qi Refining Stage, and the young man in white next to him cannot tell his own cultivation level.

Although it seemed that there was a teenager with a lower cultivation level at that table who was easier to bully, it was obvious that the young men at that table were mostly those in the Qi Refining Stage.

At first glance, he is obviously a young master from a large sect or family who has come out to gain experience.

Under normal circumstances, provoking the teenagers at this table would be the worst option.

The young man holding the folding fan seemed easy to talk to, but when the bearded man provoked him, he did not stop him but just watched, as if he was deliberately looking for a fight.

Lin Huaijin was also quietly observing the situation at that table, but he and his brother were not prepared to take action and decided to wait and see.

The old man from the pergola came over with snacks, and seeing the tense atmosphere here, he hurriedly put the snacks on the boy's table, then walked to the side, gesturing with two fingers, trying to stop the quarrel.

The young man in white sat down to eat, and the boy also ate a little bit here and there.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the old man hurriedly moved a small table from the kitchen and placed it next to the boy's table.

This table seems to be the one he uses for his daily meals.

Although the tabletop has a lot of wear and tear, it is still relatively clean.

The old man placed the two remaining stools from the boy's table next to the small table, indicating that the two newcomers could sit here.

The small table was just enough to place some food, but it was indeed a bit small for the bearded man.

The sturdy man glared and kicked over the table.

The sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground just happened.

At this moment the boy suddenly stood up.

Although the atmosphere was heavy just now, the young man didn't say much, as if he was not aware of the tense atmosphere.

The young man put one leg on the stool, pointed at the bearded man and cursed: "Who do you think you are to meddle in your grandfather's business? It's inconvenient to say it. Don't you understand what people say? Do you want me to put you back into your mother's womb and give you a new ear to listen again? You have a stool but you don't want to sit down but come here to get scolded, right?"

The young man stood on the stool, put his hands on his hips and started cursing. He spoke in a powerful and fast voice and cursed without stopping.

Bearded man: "You..."

The boy: "What are you talking about? If you don't listen to others, then why don't you just stop being a human and be a dog. How nice it would be."

Bearded man: "I..."

Boy: "What do you mean? You're not going to apologize. Don't you have any manners at all? Aren't you ashamed?"

Bearded Man: “Why…”

Boy: "Why should I be ashamed? Don't you understand it yet? You are disturbing me. If I don't share the table, then you will fight."

Bearded man: “No…”

The boy: "Nothing. Don't you have eyes? Don't you see there's another table over there? If I don't agree, you won't ask others but just pick on me, right?"

The young man stretched out his hand and pointed to Lin Qing's table.

Lin Qing & Lin Huaijin who were caught in the crossfire: ...

Lin Huaijin curled his lips. This person was indeed annoying. He felt he was annoying at first sight, and he was even more annoying now.

It was obvious that these two men were deliberately coming for the young man, but he tried to divert the blame.

Humph! If a fight breaks out later, I definitely won't help him.

The bearded man couldn't win the argument, and after being confronted by him for so long, his face turned red. He raised the handle of the knife, ready to chop at the brat with the knife.

War is about to break out.

The young man in white who was accompanying the boy was still eating the food on the table, as if nothing was more important than this food.

There was an eerie silence in the air for a moment, with only the sound of chewing food remaining.

The sturdy man got angry. Who is this kid looking down on?

He tried to pull out the sword, but failed. A folding fan was leaning against the arm of the strong man holding the sword.

The folding fan seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the knife slowly pressed down. The veins on his arms were clearly visible, and he was obviously struggling to pull the knife out, but failed.

The knife was sheathed again.

The bearded burly man stopped sullenly.

The young man with the folding fan bowed with both hands and said to the boy, "Please forgive me, young man. I was reckless. I will apologize on his behalf."

After saying that, he picked up the bowl of herbal tea on the small table that the old man had just straightened, and flew towards the young man with his spiritual power. "Young man, please."

"Hmph!" The young man shook his head, obviously not accepting and not willing to drink the tea.

But the tea bowl was still moving forward, so the young man used his spiritual power to try to push the tea bowl back.

However, the spiritual power of the young man with the folding fan was much stronger than that of the boy, and the tea bowl did not retreat at all, but moved forward steadily.

The boy put down his hands, glared at the young man who was still eating, raised his chin towards the tea bowl, and signaled him.

The young man in white continued to eat without raising his head. With a wave of his hand, the tea bowl steadily moved back.

The young man with the folding fan was obviously trying hard, and the tea bowl moved forward a little bit.

The tea bowl stopped in the middle and trembled rapidly. After a moment, it could no longer withstand the confrontation of spiritual power and exploded.

The young man in white quickly picked up the food on the table to avoid being splashed by tea.

The young man with the folding fan unfurled his fan, fanning the wind and saying elegantly, "Since you don't want to drink, I won't force you. I'll punish myself by drinking a bowl."

The boy crossed his arms, snorted and turned his head away.

The young man with the folding fan was not annoyed. After he finished speaking, he picked up the remaining bowl of herbal tea on the small table and drank it. Then he clasped his fists and said, "I have something important to attend to. Bye, both of you."

He soon walked out of the tea stall and went away.

After walking out of the sight of the tea shed, the bearded man asked in confusion: "Sir, why didn't you take action just now? Isn't he our target?"

The young man tapped his folding fan on his other hand, shook his head and said, "That man is as strong as me, and I don't know if the other two in the teahouse are friends or enemies. We have no chance of winning if we fight. We can't kill them with one strike, which will only alert them. Let's wait a little longer."

The strong man: "Where did those two people come from? We didn't see them before when we followed them."

The young man with the folding fan shook his head: "Not sure, let's take a look."

The strong man scratched his head: "I will listen to you, sir."

At the tea stall, the boy's table was a mess.

When the bowl of tea broke, the herbal tea in it spilled all over the table, and the stool next to it was broken when the strong man kicked the small table away.

However, the plate of peanuts was still held in the hands of the young man in white and was not damaged at all.

"You only know how to eat!" the boy said gritting his teeth.

The young man in white smiled and nodded nonchalantly: "Master, eating is a big deal."

The young man glared at him: "Is it bigger than what happened just now? I was almost chopped by that rude bearded man."

The young man in white looked at him while eating, "Master, he can't cut you, and eating is a matter of life and death."

The young man didn't want to argue with him anymore. He walked to Lin Qing's table and asked:

"Young man, are you willing to share the table?"