Lu Wu's words made sense, but the diners wouldn't listen.

Once you get your hands on the food, you have to eat it right away, otherwise your stomach will rebel.

The diners at the front have already started eating.

The first thing you taste when you bite into it is the sweetness of the red dates. The glutinous rice is sticky but not mushy. When you take a bite of the pressed cake, your teeth sink into the layer of glutinous rice, which feels very firm.

Its oily surface is so soft that it will spring back quickly after being gently squeezed.

Some people even started playing around with it.

"Mr. Lu, can I have another one?"

Some diners ate quickly, finishing a piece or two of the cake in just a few bites. When one of them shamelessly asked Lu Wu about it, before Lu Wu could even respond, another diner pulled him away.

"Get lost, if you want to eat, go to the back of the line again."

"Exactly, it's no use regretting it if you don't buy more."

Some diners wanted to give it a try, but little did they know that this seemingly ordinary cut cake tasted so amazing.

The method of making Qiegao is very traditional. If you taste it carefully, you can see that the glutinous rice has absorbed the sweetness of the red dates and the honey has seeped into it. In addition, the glutinous rice itself has a mild aroma. The soft and glutinous taste lingers on your lips and is irresistible.

It's sweet but not cloying, and very satisfying.

It tastes different from grilled skewers. Only children make choices; adults want it all.

The chef's dedication is evident in the fine grinding of the teeth.

The sweetness of the glutinous rice cake is just right, with a subtle nutty aftertaste.

Diners crowded around, eager to get a taste as soon as possible.

With a swift stroke of her knife, Lu Wu divided the cake into portions and served them to the diners.

The three Qingdi were also mixed in with the group.

They wanted to use their status to take shortcuts, but unfortunately the others wouldn't cooperate.

Identity is useless; if you arrive late, you can only stand in line and watch longingly as the stalls open.

"Why is it so slow?"

The impatient Sword Emperor wished he could draw his sword and chop all those people in front of him down.

Despite yesterday's experience of everyone scrambling for kebabs, he didn't seem to learn his lesson and leisurely came to buy them today.

Those wonderful days when I could eat whatever I wanted and as much as I wanted are gone forever.

Thinking about this, he felt like slapping himself.

I was so attentive to you yesterday.

Now look what's happened, you have to resist your cravings.

The Sword Emperor was reflecting, his gaze wandering.

"Oh my god, it smells so good."

Someone was talking, and a faint aroma of rice wafted over.

When the Sword Emperor came to his senses, he saw a junior squatting a few steps away, taking a big bite of a piece of cut cake.

If you tear it with your teeth, you can see the stringy texture at the break.

The younger generation ate with gusto, their mouths bulging, and even though they were completely stuffed, they kept chewing.

I ate too much and I'm choking a bit.

He patted his chest to catch his breath, and then continued his charge.

"It's so delicious, sweet and soft. The glutinous rice is very chewy, and there's so much flesh in these dates."

"Smack smack".

The Sword Emperor was not a stingy person.

If you're going to eat, then eat! Why are you smacking your lips in his direction? Your eyes are darting around, and you're deliberately praising the cut cake louder. It looks like you're showing off on purpose.

The Sword Emperor's face darkened.

The Azure Emperor and the Flame Ancestor beside him glanced at him, their killing intent beginning to gather.

"You brat, get lost!"

Yan Zu, with a stern face, drove the other party away. He spread out his palm and a ball of flame flew past the junior's head, burning a bald patch off his head.

This little guy deserves a beating.

"Oh dear, Yan Zu hit someone!"

The younger generation wasn't afraid at all; instead, they laughed and shouted. After feeling the coolness on their heads, they picked up the cut cake and pinched it with their fingers.

"It's fragrant and soft, and the portion is generous. I'm almost full."

"Oh, Yan Zu, are you hungry?"

With a small piece of cake still in his palm, the younger man took a step forward.

At that moment, the three of them lit up.

"You're quite filial."

Yan Zu's expression improved considerably. He reached out to the junior, waiting patiently with an expression that suggested the junior was teachable.

He opened his hand and found it empty; nothing fell down for a long time.

The junior, however, blinked at Yan Zu's palm, feigning confusion, and asked, "Yan Zu, what are you doing...?"

He appeared puzzled, but was actually suppressing a laugh.

"One last bite, time to eat and get back to work."

Before Yan Zu could speak, he put the small piece of cut cake into his mouth and began to chew.

That smug expression was incredibly annoying.

The Sword Emperor, who had been holding back for so long, finally snapped. He kicked the junior, sending him to heaven to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Others get sleepy after eating, but this guy gets irritable after eating.

Lu Wu looked up at the dark-faced man, completely disapproving of him.

The team is advancing.

Even though everyone present was an ancestor, they still had to follow the rules if they wanted to eat Boss Lu's food.

Outside the demon's stronghold, the imprisoned wolf demon is reminiscing about the ice cream he ate that day.

After his incompetence led to a major defeat for the demons, he was not executed, but he became a prisoner and could not be released.

After being imprisoned for two days, his cultivation level was high enough that he wouldn't go hungry.

But the memory of that day haunted the wolf demon like a nightmare, and even when he tried to appease it with empty promises, the cravings in its stomach remained relentless.

I really want to eat ice cream.

The wolf demon looked on with longing.

If he had known he would become a prisoner, he would have preferred to eat more that day and get his money's worth.

Glug, glug.

In the quiet cell, the only sound was the wolf demon swallowing its saliva.

The wolf demon's eyes were almost unfocused.

He continued to stare blankly, but his keen sense of smell, typical of demons, made him detect an unusual aura emanating from the cell.

The stench was so strong that it made him think of Boss Lu again.

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