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As soon as the tavern shopkeeper heard the commotion, he quickly left the counter and walked towards the source of the disturbance, bowed and said to the bearded strong man with courtesy, "Esteemed guest, there must be some misunderstanding here, as our tavern's dishes would absolutely not contain rat droppings."
"Look, look," the bearded strong man angrily prodded the stew with his chopsticks, his voice particularly loud, "Where's the misunderstanding? There are clearly rat droppings! Everyone, come and see, we came here to eat, not to eat shit!"
With the bearded strong man making such a scene, many people indeed crowded over to look, and upon seeing the rat droppings in the stew, they felt even more disgusted, some even felt like vomiting.
"Shopkeeper, what kind of business are you running!" someone rebuked, "We pay for a meal, and you serve us this?"
