Luo Haiqing was wearing the same style of vest as Zhao Xixiang, with a flat board stretched across her chest by a straw rope, on which were placed small pieces of pastry.

Both mung bean cake and rice pudding are available.

There weren't many cultivators willing to eat at this time; most people just rolled their eyes at him.

Old Luo, with his thick skin, was completely unaffected, shouting, "Special pastries from the Hundred Beasts Garden, brimming with spiritual energy, 100,000 per serving, helpful for cultivation!"

The female cultivator clearly recognized Luo Haiqing and had a past grudge against him. She gritted her teeth and pulled out her magic weapon: "You old beast, you've finally met your match!"

Luo Haiqing was once a tyrant of the Five Spirits Sect, and he did countless things to harm others by relying on his status as an elder.

It's truly gratifying that they've been reduced to selling pastries on the street that even immortals wouldn't eat.

Old Luo remained unfazed, puffing out his chest and raising his head: "I am now a member of the Hundred Beasts Garden. If you wish to have a match, I will fight you during my free time after I finish selling my pastries."

"Ha, your spiritual root is destroyed, what's the point of fighting me?! I'll chop you into mincemeat right now!" The female cultivator picked up her magic weapon and was about to strike him.

Luo Haiqing raised his hand, and a glowing ball of lightning appeared in his palm.

Female nun: "How is that possible?!"

Luo Haiqing: "Thanks to the director, I have recovered seventy or eighty percent of my cultivation."

The nun was extremely surprised, looking at the small pieces of pastry on the small wooden board on his chest.

Old Luo used a toothpick to take a small piece of pastry from the small wooden board on his chest and handed it to the female monk, earnestly promoting it: "Try taking a bite."

The nun took the toothpick with some skepticism, glanced at the lightning ball in his hand, and put the soybean cake into her mouth.

What melted in her mouth?

shock!

For seven hundred years, she has been drinking bland and tasteless spiritual spring water and eating bitter pills.

Occasionally, I would go to a teahouse for tea and order specially prepared spiritual plants, but the taste was quite strange...

This is food!

It was just a tiny bite of food that she always disliked because it contained impurities!

So this is the taste of the food she had forgotten for so long!

The sweetness spread throughout my body, like a lightning strike, bringing a tingling sensation straight to the top of my head.

There seemed to be a subtle stirring of spiritual energy in my dantian.

Eating just this small piece has such an effect; what if you ate a whole piece?

One hundred thousand spirit stones is only the price of one Yuan Shen Pill.

She can still afford it!

"This!" The female cultivator moved with almost teleportation speed, rushing to the stall and stopping in front of it. She looked down at the pastries on the wooden table, trying her best to make her tone emotionless.

She bought the mung bean cake first, then hesitated for a moment before deciding to buy the cute bear-shaped rice pudding as well. "I want this too! Are you sure this isn't soap?"

"It's definitely edible."

Zhao Xi gently pushed the plate under the rice pudding to observe its texture.

It seems to have melted a bit.

Zhao Xi took out some pre-made ice cubes from her ring, placed them in the groove of the wooden table, and added, "I suggest you find some ice cubes to chill them before eating."

The female cultivator snorted and ascended into the sky on her sword with the two pieces of food: "These are just mortal things, not presentable at all!"

Zhao Xi thought: "..."

Is it common in your immortal realm to say one thing but do another?

At first, it was a little difficult to sell, but soon all the monks who had bought before returned and bought more than ten yuan's worth at a time.

I knew the business would be booming.

She made another batch of raw materials overnight and stored them all in the ring along with the ice.

The inventory was about to run out.

Zhao Xi wanted to place the array that Feng Xiaoxiantong had made for her beside her, pour the rice milk into the bear mold, and freeze it on the spot with a wind talisman.

Mung bean cakes need to be steamed, which is too troublesome to make. She doesn't even have time to collect money, so she doesn't make them on the spot.

"Luo Haiqing, stop pulling people, come back and help me collect the money!" Zhao Xi wanted to shout.

"It's terrible, Principal! Xiao Jia was beaten by Mao Qiu'er at the end of the alley!" Luo Haiqing rushed over.

"?!"

Shouldn't Xiao Jia be taking classes with the other kids in the animal park?

How did I end up here?!

...

Xiao Jia once visited Seven Star Town when there were still zookeepers at the Beast Park.

In his memory, this was a small town with hardly anyone around, a place for cultivating immortality.

The most bustling places, besides the Yuan Shen Dan (元神丹) area, are the teahouses where you can watch the bloody and cruel battles of demonic beasts.

But now almost everyone is next to the herbal medicine shop, wanting to buy the pastries made by the headmistress.

That's right!

The pastries made by the headmistress are so delicious! They can't get enough of them every day, and even the immortals would love them.

"Are you still going to look for Mao Qiu'er?"

"Yes!" Xiao Jia hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The zoo director once said that once wild animals move into a home, they lose their hunting habits and may starve to death if released back into the wild.

If they don't want to raise it anymore, it should be returned to Sister Mao Qiu'er.

"They're at the end of the alley, you can walk there yourself."

"Hmm~"

At the end of the alley.

"I've already said that old bastard Luo Haiqing has switched sides, so why are we still leaving him any trouble?"

“Miss, you said you wanted to see what it would be like if they couldn’t sell their pastries, that’s why we stayed…”

"Is it my fault?!" Mao Qiu'er, dressed in a gorgeous brocade dress, raised her hand and slapped Xiannu. She used too much force, and the turquoise hairpin on her head shook violently, sparkling in the sunlight, which was quite beautiful.

With that one slap, Xiannu coughed up blood, half of her face swelled up, and she could barely open her eyes.

"It's not Miss's fault, it's this servant's fault!"

The maidservant, dressed in plain clothes, knelt on the ground, pleading, "Miss, please stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, you'll have to find other servants to serve you..."

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