She's been running her stall for so long, and she's hardly ever made a losing deal.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Five pancakes, one for me, one for my wife, one for me, and one for each of my parents. It's hard to divide them now."

"I want to file a complaint!"

The diner rubbed his eyes, his voice choked with emotion.

A grown man can cry whenever he wants.

What was he supposed to do? If he didn't feed his wife, he'd have to sleep in the study at night; if he didn't feed his parents, he'd be scolded for being unfilial.

Lu Wu opened her mouth, wanting to say that she could just eat one less portion herself.

But seeing the diners crying, Lu Wu dared not speak.

If diners complain, the matter could become serious.

We need to find a way to salvage the situation.

Lu Wu sent a distress signal to the diners around her with her eyes. She remembered that many diners were eating five portions by themselves, asking if they could sell her one.

When Lu Wu looked over, the diners tacitly looked away.

Mr. Lu, it's not that we don't want to help you.

Money was no problem; they readily handed over spirit stones, but not pancakes.

"Um, I'll pay you back."

In the end, Uncle Hua awkwardly pulled out a perfectly intact pancake from his pocket.

Cheng Yang's expression changed.

When did Uncle Hua become so cunning, hoarding grain?

"I didn't eat enough just now."

Uncle Hua explained in a low voice that it was because they scared Boss Lu that the batter fell on the ground; otherwise, he wouldn't have exposed himself.

The complaint was handled properly, and the diner immediately withdrew the crocodile tears and picked up the pancake to eat.

The remaining four portions have been packed up.

He went back and said he had only bought four pancakes, so his family wouldn't know he ate an extra one.

He's so smart!

Smack smack, the pancake I snatched is so delicious!