[Charged to 0.007%, selectable stay time: 06:54:00 (plane time)]

Nearly seven hours means Xu Milu has more time to explore.

On her second visit, Xu Milu had overcome the dizziness that kept recurring. When she finally settled down, sure enough, it was the same black grassland and the same fiery red fruit tree as before.

Before she could react, Xu Milu adapted to the air of this dimension while collecting black needle grass. When she felt she could no longer bear it, she immediately jumped back to Earth.

After repeating this process three times, Xu Milu finally adapted to the oxygen concentration in that plane and collected nearly two pounds of black needle grass, as well as ten blue fire mulberry fruits.

The system panel immediately displayed information about the ingredients in her hands:

Black needle grass: a precious seasoning ingredient, non-toxic, and loved to be eaten directly by the Dululu aliens.

[Fire Mulberry Fruit: A miraculous fruit tree; the fruit is non-toxic, and high-quality fruit displays various colors when ripe and can be eaten directly.]

Perhaps because these records were left by the previous owner, Xu Milu had to explore a lot of information on her own.

She tried several times, and the black needle grass, when made into a cold salad, didn't have the overpowering aroma of seaweed soup. Instead, it tasted crisp and refreshing, with a texture similar to lotus root shoots and a hint of seaweed flavor, making it perfect for a cold side dish.

Xu Milu plans to wait until she has collected enough seaweed before making any further plans; for now, she intends to use it to make seaweed soup.

The fruit of the Fire Mulberry has a smooth exterior with dreamy yellow spots. The skin is like a thin film stuck to the flesh, and with a slight shake, you can almost see the azure juice flowing inside the fruit.

Xu Milu only dared to try it herself after feeding the rabbits and chickens. Although the new history records in the dimensional jumper contained some basic information about the food in that dimension collected by the previous owner, she still chose to be cautious.

After all, nobody knows whether these things will cause any adverse reactions in humans.

After Xu Milu spent two whole days researching how to cook these two ingredients, Liu Hongmei called.

"Have you finished your work? Your Uncle Sun is going to the shop to pack things up tomorrow. Go take a look and see if anything can still be sold. If not, just sell the rest to a scrap dealer..."

Liu Hongmei had been resting at home for two days. Xu Milu glanced at the glossy feathers of the seven old hens in the coop and chuckled.

She catches an old hen, bleeds it, boils water, and plucks its feathers—all in one smooth motion; she's already quite skilled at it.

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Xu Milu and Sun Zhi discussed it privately and decided to keep the breakfast shop for Xu Milu for half a month without telling Liu Hongmei. If Xu Milu could manage the shop, they would tell Liu Hongmei then.

Actually, Sun Zhi didn't want to take back the shop, but Liu Hongmei insisted, and he couldn't go against her wishes.

Liu Hongmei has been running this breakfast stall for several years. She built it brick by brick, bit by bit, and it can be said that she has put a lot of effort into it over the years.

Although Liu Hongmei can no longer run the breakfast shop, and Sun Zhi doesn't want to rent out the shop, he also has some selfish motives. He thinks that maybe Xu Milu can keep the breakfast shop.

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Liu Hongmei's breakfast stall is located in Nanqiao, near the park. The area is frequented by white-collar workers going to work early, elderly people doing morning exercises and taking walks, and students going to school. Liu Hongmei has been making breakfast for several years and has a good reputation, so business is usually decent.

Xu Milu had only worked as an assistant before and had never run her own shop.

On her first day in business, she hadn't gotten anything done. She just steamed the steamed buns she had bought wholesale from the market the night before, but there were no baozi (stuffed buns). She also made some black needle grass and egg drop soup and hurriedly opened for business.

Around four or five in the morning, there were hardly any people on the street, except for a street cleaner who bought two steamed buns and left.

Xu Milu was shy and didn't dare to greet passing customers. After thinking for a moment, she simply carried the cooked seaweed and egg drop soup to the shop entrance. Soon, the unique and delicious aroma wafted out on the wind.

Before long, the whole street smelled of this fragrance.

The streets were starting to fill up, but many people just glanced at the steaming breakfast stall and walked past it.

Some people smelled the aroma and scratched their heads trying to find the source of the fragrance, only to find it was just an ordinary pot of seaweed and egg drop soup, and then waved their hands and left.

Everyone knows how to make seaweed and egg drop soup. Just grab a handful of seaweed, throw in a few dried shrimp, add salt and chicken bouillon, pour in boiling water, and you're done. But whose seaweed and egg drop soup smells so good? You must have put something in it!

I dare not drink it.

Although some people were attracted by the aroma, very few actually made a purchase.

"Hey, you're open for business! Give me a mutton bun."

A bald old man in sportswear watched Xu Milu's flustered movements with a smile:

"Xiao Liu sold the shop? Hey? Aren't you Xiao Liu's daughter? Why hasn't your mom opened the shop these past few days?"

The old man was the first customer of the day, but steaming buns was too difficult, so Xu Milu had to explain the reason to him:

"My mom injured her arm and is recovering at home. I'm really sorry to be back for two days of work. There are no steamed buns today, but we have steamed bread. Would you like to try our freshly made seaweed soup? It's so comforting to have something hot in the morning."

"Your arm is injured, oh dear, you'll have to take good care of it. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone."

The old man pointed to the steamed buns, indicating that he wanted two:

"Two yuan, right? Here's the money—seaweed soup...it smells pretty good—"

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