Chapter 598
Chapter 598:
“I’ll try the signature dish,” Yelena said.
“Coming right up!” the stall owner replied.
“I haven’t seen you around for a few days. I thought maybe you’d moved,” Tessa remarked to the stall owner as they waited.
The stall owner chuckled dryly, clearly not eager to discuss the matter.
Soon, the food was ready and served steaming hot.
Tessa beamed as she saw the dish. “Wow, it smells as incredible as always!” Yelena looked down at her bowl of noodles, submerged in a rich, spicy peanut sauce. The noodles were generously topped with fresh seafood, crisp vegetables, and cloaked in the luscious satay broth.
Inhaling deeply, Yelena could already taste the blend of peanut, garlic, and chili pepper, which tantalized her senses.
She picked up her fork and gently lifted some noodles, the strands glistening with the rich satay sauce. As she tasted them, the springy texture of the noodles perfectly complemented the depth of the satay sauce, creating a symphony of flavors that danced on her palate.
With each bite, Yelena felt the stress of the day dissolve into the warm embrace of the dish.
Watching Tessa savor her food with a satisfied smile, Yelena mused that good company could make any meal more enjoyable.
However, their peaceful dinner was abruptly interrupted when a group of rough-looking men wielding clubs approached, the air immediately thickening with tension.
The stall owner, recognizing the danger, seemed ready to hide. But upon seeing Yelena and Tessa, she resolved to protect them.
“You… you should run!” she urged, clutching a pot lid defensively. She positioned herself between the men and her stall, her resolve firm despite the evident sorrow in her eyes. “I have no money left to give you,” she said, her voice steady.
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Her only son had accumulated a significant amount of debt, and she had been injured by his creditors just a few days earlier, leaving her unable to set up her stall. Her son had fled long ago, leaving her to shoulder the crushing debt alone.
Initially, the creditors had given her a few days to gather the funds for repayment. But now…
Yelena’s expression darkened with displeasure. She had been enjoying her meal, and the sudden interruption was understandably aggravating.
“What should we do? Should we call the police?” Tessa whispered, her voice shaking.
Before Yelena could respond, the men shoved the stall owner aside. “Move, don’t block the way,” one of them sneered.
The woman fell to the ground, stunned and momentarily disoriented.
What was going on? Weren’t they here for her?
To everyone’s surprise, the men bypassed the stall owner and approached Yelena instead.
The leader slammed his club onto their table, scattering Yelena’s noodles.
Yelena’s eyes narrowed, a flash of menace flickering in her gaze.
She stood up abruptly, her expression hardening. “Do you want to die p>
For a moment, the leader faltered, visibly intimidated by the intensity of Yelena’s presence. Her power seemed disproportionate for just one person—a woman, even.
However, as he regained his composure, the fear began to fade.
Convinced that Yelena was only putting on an act, he dismissed the idea that she posed any real threat.
“You’re pretty. Why don’t you join us and have a fun night? We’ll go easy on you,” he said with a smirk.
Yelena’s smile turned sly, her eyes glinting with a sharp, calculating light. “Sure p>