The Cheat Emperor of the Culinary World

”When I was in school, our class monitor was a stellar student, but he was introverted and didn’t talk much. There were a few mischievous students in the class who often intercepted him after school, wouldn’t let him go home, and demanded money. Eventually, one day, the monitor suddenly tailed after the leader of the group and smashed a brick directly on his head, sending the student to the hospital.”

”My eldest son, Zhiyuan, has been rebellious since he was young. When he got into fights at school and came home, I would pin him down on a bench and whip him with a belt.”

”People aren’t born willing to be bullied. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.”

”You all are still young and not adults yet. When you make mistakes, getting scolded or hit a few times can serve as a lesson and prevent bigger mistakes in the future.”

”There’s still time to change.”

”If my son does something wrong, I will definitely discipline him, but I need to know the reason first, so I can discipline him properly and to the necessary extent.”

”When our class monitor hit someone, even though it was the other student’s fault, the school and the teachers got involved, and after a thorough investigation, he was found to be the victim. However, he injured the other student, so his family had to cover the medical expenses.”

”But afterward, those students who bullied him initially just received a disciplinary record. However, the monitor’s family wouldn’t let it go, repeatedly lodging complaints to the education bureau, accusing the school and teachers of being irresponsible and negligent, submitting to TV programs, and protesting at school demanding justice.”

”The issue became very public, and in the end, the student who led the bullying was persuaded to leave the school.”

Zijing was stunned, looking at Wang Zhanjie with uncertainty.

Who’s being scared here!

Just because of bullying a classmate, they were persuaded to leave?

But looking at Wang Zhanjie’s expression, he inexplicably felt that everything he said was true.

If he were to be persuaded to leave the school, he didn’t even dare to think about it.

Zijing’s face turned red, wanting to say something, but instinctively glanced at his companion.

The companion had been hanging his head, staring at his feet.

Zijing was annoyed; at a critical moment, he suddenly played the weakling.

He couldn’t accept this accusation; he had to defend himself: ”You’re blocking us from going home today, just because your son paid for the treat, right? We came to eat together with our classmates, there were over ten of us, why are you blocking us and not letting us leave?”

”If your son didn’t treat, would we have followed? If he didn’t want to treat, why did he pay?”

”We’re just classmates and friends. Friends treating each other to meals is completely normal, and now that parents found out, it becomes our fault?”

”Fine, then I won’t hang out with your son anymore! We’ll cut ties and pretend we were never friends!”

”It’s not like anyone cares; in our class, nobody likes him! I’m the only one who talks to him!”

”From now on, I won’t bother with him anymore; let him play by himself!”

”You’re the ones bullying us now! If my dad were here, let’s see if you’d dare to block me and not let me leave!”

Wang Zhanjie only spoke after Zijing finally stopped: ”Do you want to know what I would do if your dad were here?”

”Then I’ll tell you now, I would feel ashamed for your dad and argue with him about today, asking why your son bullied my son, extorted him to pay for the meal, and incited classmates to ostracize my son.”

”We’re not from the same generation; I’m your elder, and you’re someone else’s child. I can’t possibly lay a hand on you.”

”But if your dad stood in front of me today, I definitely wouldn’t let him off easily.”

”Your son bullies my son, fine, then I’ll bully you!”

As he spoke, Wang Zhanjie reached for the bag on his eldest son Wang Zhiyuan’s shoulder, unzipped it, and let Zijing see the contents inside.

Zijing leaned over and saw a wooden handle of a knife poking out of the bag opening, the blade wrapped in paper, but its shape unmistakably a kitchen knife.

Zijing’s pupils contracted, fear creeping into his eyes: ”What, what do you intend to do?”

No matter how unruly he was, Zijing was just a high school student, inexperienced with the ways of the world, essentially still naive.

At the moment he discovered the kitchen knife in the bag Wang Zhanjie was holding, he felt the hair on his back stand on end.