Part 1

Experiencing tranquility in the commonplace, realizing selflessness in tranquility. Xiao Chen sat in an outdoor teahouse, looking at the people come and go, listening to the peddler hawking their wares, he felt that it was so lively.

Everyone in this world was always pursuing the extraordinary, they were always discontent being nothing special. However, what would they get in return after completely exhausting themselves?

Perhaps being ordinary was a true blessing. Looking at the stream of people bustling with activities, Xiao Chen tasted the fragrant tea and felt that the life of the common folks were very rich.

A medium sized man with thin clothes rocked his body as he walked over. He had a slightly above average look, but judging from his att.i.tude, he was an extremely vulgar person. His eyes would occasionally stick to a beautiful woman on the street like a hook. He arrived at the table in front of Xiao Chen and threw his b.u.t.t onto the chair. Then he said with a stutter, "B-b-bro… you se-se-se-seem… rather free now."

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Xiao Chen smiled and said, "You are?"

"M-m-me, p-p-p…-people call… m-me the butcher, n-n-n-n-no, I mean, I am a tiger slaughtering… sp-sp.. specialist."

Xiao Chen suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He didn't say anything and looked at him with a smile.

This average looking yet extremely vulgar guy was chasing after the sight of beautiful girls with his slitted eyes. He poured tea for himself without second thought and downed it in one go.

"G-g-go-good tea… t-th…this is definitely the first grade v-ve-vermi-vermilion tea. I-i-it is said that… y-y-young ladies… i-i-in the early m-mo-morning… h-h-harvested… t-th-these… these… these…"

"These soft shoots!" A big guy at the side let out a thunderous roar. He said angrily, "Let me finish your words for you. I almost choked to death because of your stuttering!"

The extremely vulgar and stammering guy nodded and said, "T-th… that's… that's r-r-right… That's what I wa-wa-wanted to say!"

"O-o-oh… my G.o.d!" Even the big guy was influenced by his stuttering. After that, he jumped up in anger and said, "If I am to hear you say a few more words, if I don't' die from choking, I'll die from impatience!" The impatient big guy left immediately.

"T-t-that guy… i-i-is… terrible, he l-l-lacks… training!" The self-proclaimed tiger slaughtering specialist unexpectedly revealed a disdainful expression and looked at the big back's rear view with fury. It was a little out of place when paired with his vulgar look.

"I-i-i-isn't that… right?" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the people all around.

As a result, everyone quickly finished their tea and left. Listening to him speak was one kind of torture. It felt as if there was a lump of air trapped in their throat.

"W-w-why… why i-i-is… e-everyone… l-l-leaving?" The vulgar guy stood up and tried to detain the other people.

"Shoo! Shoo! Let go! It's stifling with you around!" The last official looking guy shook him off and left with a huff and a pull. ⌈1⌋

"H-h-how… how r-r-rude!" The vulgar guy slapped the table in fury and said, "N-n-n… no manners. N-n-no self-restraint. N-no… ethic!"

"Gulp! Gulp!"