"Have you heard? Treasure Pavilion opened a branch called Peace Pavilion, and they actually sell pancakes."

"I heard about it. They say it's called a cold-repelling cake, and they cost one silver coin each. It's too expensive."

"I heard that Mr. Li from the west end of the city bought some, took one bite and vomited, saying that even dogs wouldn't eat it."

"I don't know what's going on at Zhenbao Pavilion. They want to make this kind of money. Aren't they afraid that the people infected by the epidemic will come and shut down their store?"

As the news of the sale of cold-repelling cakes spread, different opinions arose in various parts of the city.

Some ordinary psychics bought one out of curiosity to try, but after a few bites they all cried out that they had been cheated, threw the pancake away, and turned around to angrily accuse Heping Pavilion of cheating them.

The merchants who had dealt with the Treasure Pavilion were all taking a wait-and-see attitude. They didn't believe that eating such a heavy cake could cure a cold, but they also knew that Qian Duoduo was not a fool, not to mention the extremely shrewd father behind him.

As for those who were well-informed, they either accidentally or took the initiative to find out that it was "Senior Wang" who cured Long Jiaochang, and they all sent their men to buy a few cold-relieving cakes to study them, wanting to see if there were any ingredients in them that could dispel the cold.

For the whole morning, there were many people watching the excitement at the entrance of Heping Pavilion, but few people came to buy cold-repelling cakes.

At noon, Qian Duoduo glanced at Chen Wangping, who was practicing, and reported with some uneasiness, "Senior, the sales of the cold-repelling cakes are not very good. Do you want me to publicize the fact that I cured Long Jiaochang to stimulate sales?"

Chen Wangping waved his hand. "No need. Here, you can have someone throw some cold-repelling cakes into trash cans throughout the city. Make sure they're visible."

"Throwing cold-repellent cakes?"

Qian Duoduo found it difficult to understand. When selling things, one always has to raise the price. How could one voluntarily throw his own things into the trash?

Chen Wangping didn't explain his confusion and continued to ask, "Have you received the new batch of coarse potatoes and rice bran? Make another 3,000 kilograms of pancakes."

Qian Duoduo nodded and said, "Got it. I'll arrange it right away. I'll take care of throwing and making the pancakes. Don't worry, senior."

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, turned around and began to explain.

I don’t know why, but even though I haven’t been dealing with my seniors for long, Qian Duoduo already has a sense of dependence on them. He feels at ease doing things with them without having to think about anything.

Qian Bujin, who was secretly observing his son, also discovered this.

But he didn't stop it.

After all, he knows his son's capabilities well, and it is basically impossible for him to let his son take his career to the next level with his own ability.

I finally met a noble man like Senior Wang, so of course I have to seize the opportunity.

Just follow it!

Right now.

Next to the trash can in the west of the city, Old Liu, who is in his fifties, is about to faint from hunger.

He never thought that a chef like him would almost faint from hunger on the street.

Ever since he caught a cold, he had tried everything to find a way to treat himself but couldn't. Buying medicine was useless, and neither was finding a water-based mutant. He finally bought a flame crystal, but he couldn't awaken his abilities, and couldn't withstand the scorching heat of the flame crystal. It seemed as if he was in a desperate situation.

In just a few days of infection, he had seen many of his old friends turned into corpses.

In order not to burden his family, he secretly ran away early, thinking that it would be fine if he died alone, so as not to infect others and not to burden his family.

With his heavy head hanging down, Old Liu felt hot all over. He walked while muttering: "This is my fate. I have lived to this age and have a son and a daughter. It's worth it. I'll just die."

Of course, even though he said this, he still couldn't help but reach into the trash can and rummage around, trying to find a chance.

As he was flipping through the pages, something fell and hit his hand. He cursed in pain, "Damn, what hit me?"

Old Liu reached out to pick up the thing that hit him and found that it was actually a pancake with a tooth mark on it, as if someone had bitten it.

"A dog wouldn't even eat such a rough biscuit!"

Old Liu couldn't help but curse, but after cursing, he felt sad that the pancake was thrown away for no reason.

What a waste of food.

It's neither moldy nor dirty.

Old Liu sighed, "Forget it, I caught a cold and I'm worse than a dog. I'll just eat it." He took the pancake and walked to the side and picked up a piece of cleaner white snow. He first stuffed a piece of snow into his mouth, and after it melted, he broke off a piece of pancake and put it in his mouth, dissolving it into a paste with the snow water and swallowing it.

After taking a bite, he looked at the pancake in confusion and muttered, "Strange, can't such a fragrant egg be eaten as is? Why mix it with rice bran? What a waste."

Since he had plenty of time, Lao Liu squatted on the side of the road and, relying on his professional advantage as a chef, tried his best to scoop out the egg powder from the pancake bit by bit and put it into his mouth.

Gradually, he found that the more egg powder he ate, the more relaxed he felt.

My originally heavy head felt much lighter, my face was no longer so hot, and I felt much better.

Old Liu's desire to survive immediately came to his mind. He rummaged through the garbage dump while digging out egg powder to eat.

After he had rummaged through all the trash cans in the west of the city, he ran to the north of the city.

When he arrived in the north of the city, Lao Liu found that he was not the only one rummaging through the trash cans. There were several people with colds fighting for cakes next to each trash can. They did not have Lao Liu's ability to pick out egg powder. As long as they found a cold-relieving cake, they would stuff it directly into their mouths. If they choked, they would eat a few mouthfuls of snow and swallow it hard.

Old Liu cursed, it was all over now, he couldn’t get in.

Fortunately, at this moment, some curious people passing by were discussing: "What are these sick and sick people stealing?"

"Well, what could it be? It's the cold-repelling cakes sold at Peace Pavilion, one silver coin each. I think many people bought them but couldn't finish them, so they threw them in the trash. It's just right for these sick ghosts to eat. It's enough to fill them up."

"Tsk tsk, a treasure that can really keep away the cold is sold like this? Heping Pavilion really takes people for fools."

When Old Liu heard this, he turned around and ran back home, shouting through the door, "Son, don't open the door. Throw ten silver coins over the wall and your father's illness will be cured."

Inside the wall, upon hearing his father's voice, Old Liu's son immediately stood up excitedly and said, "Dad, don't run away anymore. We don't despise you. Come home soon."

When Old Liu heard the noise, he immediately shouted angrily, "What are you waiting for? Don't come out. I'm not fully recovered yet. Hurry up and throw the money. I'll be back when I'm well."

Old Liu's son stopped and fished out his money bag from under the quilt. He left two silver coins for himself and threw away the remaining fifteen silver coins. He cried, "Dad, I won't go out. You eat something delicious. If you want to find me a stepmother, go ahead. I won't stop you anymore. Go ahead and have fun if you want."

Old Liu took the purse and ran towards Heping Pavilion with a red face.

That was his hope.