"Hey, Fellow Daoist Zhang, how about you try one?"

Jiang Yunhe's gaze was not subtle, and Zhang Xiu could hardly ignore it at such close range.

He pulled out a pork knuckle and handed it to Jiang Yunhe, seemingly very generous, but in reality, he was heartbroken.

Mr. Lu really didn't want to share his food.

However, if one can get to know the disciples of the Divine Doctor Valley through this, it doesn't seem like a bad deal.

"No need," Jiang Yunhe refused, not because he didn't want to eat, but because...

His gaze shifted downwards, his expression subtle.

"You're welcome."

Jiang Yunhe thought the other party was still "putting up a last-ditch effort" and was about to tell the other party that he still had a lot left, but then he realized that the weight of the things in his hands was wrong.

Looking down, my whole body instantly turned red.

He wanted to kill someone.

"Who told you two to steal my pork knuckle!"

Zhang Xiu's voice was even more desperate than when he was injured.

He clearly bought ten pork knuckles, and now, apart from the one he wanted to hand to Jiang Yunhe, the rest were gone.

Inside the oil paper bag, only a shallow layer of meat juice remained.

Behind him, his two younger brothers were eating a pork knuckle in each hand, enjoying it immensely, with a few bones lying around their feet.

"Waaaaah."

The second brother, Zhang Wei, did not put down the elbow when faced with his enraged older brother; instead, he grinned.

"Brother, this braised pork knuckle is really delicious."

Now that his older brother was alright, Zhang Wei, who had long been unable to resist the temptation of braised pork knuckle, was bound to try this delicacy.

The reason I eat Zhang Xiu's food is simply because I'm used to it.

The three brothers have always shared good things with each other.

Zhang Jun, the younger brother, shared the same idea.

Faced with his two younger brothers' nonchalant attitude, Zhang Xiu was furious. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could pounce on them and tear them apart.

"Can't you buy them yourselves?"

He wanted to keep a few more.

"Boss, give me five more pork knuckles."

While the three brothers were crossing their eyes, the one with the most vivid imagination licked the soup off his fingertips and mumbled something unintelligible.

He stood in front of the stall, his eyes filled with urgency.

At this moment, all he could see was this pork knuckle.

He had only wanted to help out his boss's business out of guilt, but now he just wanted to say that he was wrong and that he had let Boss Lu down.

If he could, he would be willing to buy all the pork knuckles to make up for his mistake.

Unfortunately, there were other hungry wolves around him.

In no time, the crowd of onlookers gathered around.

This stuff smells so good it's making their noses tingle.

If it weren't for that imaginative kid's crazy antics, this pot of braised pork knuckle would probably have been gone before Jiang Yunhe even showed up.

"Okay."

Business suddenly improved, and Lu Wu was all smiles.

When she packed the food for the "brainstorming emperor," she pettily added a little less broth.

The "imagination master" seemed to have noticed and was secretly watching him, but Lu Wu was completely unfazed.

She's the boss; she has the final say.

Who told her to suffer?

"My esteemed fellow healer, how many do you wish to buy?"

Lu Wu asked Jiang Yunhe, who seemed to have a protagonist's aura from the moment he appeared.

She thought of that kid, Qin Zhan.

Speaking of which, Da Huang is here too. If Qin Zhan were to show up, we might even witness a battle between humans and dogs.

Jiang Yunhe looked at the few remaining pork knuckles in the pot, pondered for a moment, and then held up five fingers.

"You want five pork knuckles too, right? And you want more broth?"

After Jiang Yunhe nodded, Lu Wu quickly packed up the food.

After finishing two orders, the pork knuckle in the pot was almost empty.

She had originally made fifty, but at home she shared ten with Grandpa Li and the two children.

Regular customer Zhang Xiu was also very helpful, just bought ten.

If you include the remaining bits and pieces of pork knuckle that were consumed, there are less than twenty left in the pot.

Lu Wu, who thought she wouldn't be able to sell out today, is now working with all her might.

"Next!"

She called out, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiu appeared before her.

"Mr. Lu, is there a purchase limit this time?"

Zhang Xiu asked in a low voice, while also exchanging glances with Lu Wu behind the backs of the other customers in line.

"There are no purchase restrictions for now, but..."

She glanced behind Zhang Xiu and saw several customers eagerly waiting, so it was impossible to sell the rest to Zhang Xiu.

Zhang Xiu, who understood the situation, was very disappointed.

He turned his head, counted the people behind him, and then chuckled.

"Boss Lu, I'd like eight more pork knuckles."

He ate three, and kept the remaining five for later use in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.

Those present were already tacitly aware of the detoxifying effect of the pork knuckle; keeping it could save their lives.

Suddenly, there were even fewer pork knuckles left in the pot.

Lu Wu looked up and found that the number of people remaining in the pot matched exactly.

This was clearly Zhang Xiu's little scheme.

He has already given enough of the quantity, which is already very considerate of the others. Whether the next customer will be willing to give him face is not something he can guarantee.

The remaining diners quickly noticed this little trick.

"Hey, that's the right amount. Let's each have one."

"Yes, one for each person is very fair."

The people behind them surrounded the stall, chatting amongst themselves. They seemed to be discussing things with Lu Wu, but in reality, they were glaring at the customer at the front.

Fellow Daoist, I advise you to try rat tail juice.

Faced with the brutal threats from his fellow Daoists, the guest had no choice but to swallow his anger and submit to their grievances.

In the end, the remaining pork knuckle was divided up.

Even the last bit of thick broth at the bottom of the pot was scooped away.

If Lu Wu hadn't intervened, she would have suspected that these people would have licked the bottom of their pot clean.

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