The pancake looked appealing, and the batter, once heated, carried a natural wheat aroma. When Lou Xiaotian first touched it, he felt a sense of smug satisfaction.

But when he began to reflect on it more carefully, his emotions changed.

The batter wasn't spread evenly, so some parts were very thick and sticky when you ate it.

There are too many sesame seeds.

It's dry and sticky, stuck in my throat and I can't swallow it; it makes me choke.

What Lou Xiaotian found even more unacceptable was the combination of ketchup and spicy strips.

The spicy oil from the delicious spicy strips seeped into the tomato sauce, and the sauce was spread too thickly, resulting in a taste that was neither sweet nor spicy nor sour.

The strange taste made Lou Xiaotian feel a little nauseous.

In short, it's too much to sum up in a few words.

After struggling to swallow the little bit in his mouth, Lou Xiaotian looked at the large portion of fried fruit pancakes in his hand and looked to Lu Wu for help.

"Teacher Lu..."

Lu Wu turned his head and whistled as if he couldn't hear it.

He calls her Teacher Lu, what does that have to do with her, Boss Lu?

Teacher Lu has retired.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A few lights were lit in the pitch-black village of Xiaohai behind us.

The villagers have regained consciousness.

This task is very demanding, so Lu Wu has to ensure that there is business to do every day.

With a single glance, Lou Xiaotian used magic to destroy the evidence of the jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), then obediently stood aside.

From this day forward, he will be a pure gourmet.

Hands-on activities are not suitable for him.

Wash your hands and clean up the mess on the pancake pan.

Once the temperature rose, Lu Wu made the pancakes again.

A spoonful of batter was poured on and quickly spread out, the technique was exceptionally skillful, and the thickness of the batter in every place was just right.

Crack an egg on top, sprinkle with sesame seeds...

Every subsequent step was the same as Lou Xiaotian's, but in practice, Lu Wu's technique always had a pleasing aesthetic appeal.

"Mr. Lu, you've practiced before, haven't you?"

Lou Xiaotian asked a question, unwilling to give up.

"No, it's my first time. This kind of thing isn't something you can do just by having hands."

The boomerang was thrown and struck Lou Xiaotian squarely in the heart, causing him excruciating pain.

The aroma of the batter may seem too faint at first, but it gradually permeates the nose and lingers there.

Lu Wu used a sweet and spicy sauce, along with pork tenderloin.

This kind of snack needs to be made quickly and efficiently; in just a few moments, a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) can be ready.

The pancake's outer layer, combined with the egg, has an enticing golden color.

The white sesame seeds and green scallions are sprinkled on top, and the contrasting colors make the pancake look more exquisite.

Lu Wu cut it in half.

At the cut, thin, crispy slices of meat and vegetables are stacked in layers, creating distinct visual appeal.

The buildup of internal heat causes the pancake's surface to soften, and when you eat it, you hear the crispy texture breaking apart beneath the soft yet chewy exterior.

Crunch, crunch.

It starts sweet, then sour, and finally has a hint of spiciness—that's the unique flavor of sweet chili sauce.

The spicy flavor combined with the aroma of honey makes an ordinary jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) exceptionally delicious.

The crispness of the vegetables and the tenderness of the pork tenderloin created a wonderful sensation in my mouth, and my taste buds greedily clamored for more.

The combination of various textures made Lu Wu take a second bite.

It has a rich aroma and makes a crisp sound.

As Lu Wu ate, Lou Xiaotian's eyes went from intense to dim, and finally, the flame of hope was rekindled.

He swaggered up to the stall and slapped the spirit stones onto it.

"Boss Lu, I'd like six servings of jianbing guozi. I'm not picky about the flavor; you can decide what to order."

The worker may not have anything to eat, but he can be a diner.

Sure enough, as soon as the spirit stone appeared, even Boss Lu had to put down his half-eaten jianbing guozi to serve him.

Lu Fu found Lou Xiaotian's petty revenge amusing.

However, there's a saying that's true: the customer is always right.

Lu Wu picked up his tools again and began to diligently make pancakes.

The shovel shoveled and shoveled, and the aroma of the pancakes wafted towards the village.

The blind old man is very old and wakes up very early. The first thing he does every day after waking up is to go to the village entrance.

He knew he looked frightening, and his appearance scared away many people who wanted to come to Xiaohai Village.

He was in the east of the village yesterday, and he's going to the west entrance today.

Perhaps because he had lost his sight and could not see, his other senses were enhanced.

As soon as he stepped out of the thatched hut, he smelled the odor in the air.

It smells so good!

At this hour, some villagers did get up to prepare breakfast. An old man who had lived in the village for decades was sure that no one in the village could replicate this aroma.

The source is at the east entrance of the village.

The old man, leaning on his cane, walked towards the east.

There aren't many roads.

Over the years, the village population has become increasingly sparse, and the village area has continued to shrink.

As I walked, I could still hear voices coming from over there.

"Boss Lu, are you done yet? Hurry up!"

"Boss Lu, I've finished this one, why haven't you packed up your second one yet?"

"Mr. Lu..."

The above is just Lou Xiaotian's rambling.

Judging from Lou Xiaotian's expression, you can tell he was just joking.

But the old man couldn't see, so he could only judge from the impatient tone that this was an unpleasant guest.

Someone set up a stall here, and this stall owner even encountered a rude customer.

The old man was unsure whether to chase the stall owner away or to sympathize with him.

To ensure the purity of their bloodline and thus better serve the sea god, Xiaohai Village does not intermarry with outsiders.

They also do not accept outsiders.

After hesitating for a moment, his devout faith over the years led him to make a decision: he went over and decided to drive the person away.

He was surrounded by darkness, but he could feel himself getting closer to the stall.

Flames were rising, and the spatula was scraping the pot.

The eggshell was cracked, and there was the sound of a brush sweeping across it.

The world as perceived by the old man, composed of numerous sounds, is not noisy but rather orderly.

And accompanying these sounds was a fragrance he couldn't ignore.

The aroma wasn't very noticeable in the village, but now that we've arrived, the fragrance of the ingredients after cooking is fully revealed.

The old man's keen sense of smell allowed him to better detect the aroma.

He remembered that the unpleasant customer had said "pancake."

But how come a pancake made from a batter smells so good?

The old man, who hadn't eaten breakfast, couldn't stand the stimulation and immediately started growling in protest.

The old man, who had lived for decades, blushed instantly.

How shameful!

How can he possibly ask them to leave now?

With Lu Wu's current cultivation level, he could sense the person approaching from such close range.

After she finished making the last pancake for Lou Xiaotian, she looked at the blind old man.

The surrounding sky was still somewhat dark. In the early morning light, the old man, dressed in black with a dark face, stared at him with a pair of grayish-white eyes.

The word "seeing ghosts" popped into Lu Wu's mind.

It's not a description, but an intuition.

There are ghost cultivators in the Qingyuan Realm, and they are often covered with a lot of ghost energy.

Gloomy and damp—that's how those ghost cultivators are described.

After getting up close, she felt that the old man was like a ghost cultivator.