"It's not just not working, it's completely unresponsive."
"You don't know, this sect leader came to our building a few days ago with a different face and asked my sisters to serve him. But once they got into bed, he turned out to be a softie, neither good-looking nor useful."
"What's even funnier is that this sect leader had a birthmark on his butt. Even after the face was changed, the birthmark was still there. My sister recognized him right away."
"I had a really hard time pretending that night."
"I racked my brains, but the money I earned wasn't even enough for my compensation."
As she spoke, the girl wiped her eyes, seemingly feeling sorry for her sister.
The change from referring to "sisters" to "I" simply indicates who the protagonist of the story is.
Flower girls sometimes have it pretty tough.
Clapping sounds.
Lu Wu, who was eating melon seeds with gusto, held the melon seed kernels given to him by the girl Furong and ate them with great joy.
It will be cloudy, mostly cloudy.
"You, you've gone too far!"
Elder Huang, lying on the ground, blushed with shame after seeing his sect leader's secret exposed in front of everyone.
He raised his hand, trembling, as if to hurl some curses, but then a kind person happened to pass by and stepped on his hand.
Lu Wu seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.
"We, the Yellow Fist Sect, will not let you get away with this!"
Elder Huang, who was spitting out a mouthful of blood, threatened in a fit of rage.
His bloodshot eyes stared coldly at the crowd, clearly showing he was determined not to give up.
A surge of spiritual energy erupted and slammed into Elder Huang's head with a loud thud, completely knocking him unconscious.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, there will never be any bullying within the territory of Xiahe Town."
Lou Batian patted his chest and assured him, fearing that Lu Wu would abandon Xiahe Town because of this.
Without these delicious steamed buns, his family would be in turmoil.
"I believe in the town lord."
Lu Wu nodded emphatically.
After selling out of steamed buns and finishing her melons, Lu Wu went home.
It was still early, so Lu Wu lay on the bed browsing through Yijietong. She saw some interesting posts and laughed so hard she rolled around on the floor.
"Why would the leader of a sect resort to force and robbery?" Lu Wu clicked on the post and saw that it was the joke about the Yellow Fist Sect that night. Below the post, a group of people were mercilessly mocking him.
Lu Wu also joined in the fun with a few "hahaha" comments, but when she refreshed the page, good heavens, the comments were gone.
Is the Qingyuan Realm also resorting to controlling online comments?
Lu Wu, who felt the scheme was too elaborate, saw another very domineering headline.
"I am an elder of the Baozi Cult, and I hereby declare that anyone who offends the Baozi Cult, no matter how far away, will be punished!"
The extremely childish topic made Lu Wu shudder and quickly scroll past it.
She remembered that the Baozi Cult was a newly emerged cult that seemed to have been making headlines lately, the kind that would try to eradicate its members at any time, so it was something she couldn't afford to mess with.
Leisurely time always flies by. An hour later, Lu Wu, who was starting to doze off, reluctantly put down the Yijietong and went to sleep.
Ever since the steamed bun stall became famous, a large number of customers have been waiting for Lu Wu to arrive every time the stall opens.
The mission was completed smoothly, and Lu Wu made a small fortune.
The seven-day period stipulated by the system has come to an end.
Lu Wu, who had just gotten up at midday, was diligently preparing the ingredients.
On the last day, to thank both new and old customers, Lu Wu decided to prepare more varieties of products.
Today's batch was the largest ever, and Lu Wu was so busy preparing the ingredients that she didn't even have time to try out the new flavors.
When she rushed to her stall location, she found that the entire alley was completely blocked.
As soon as she appeared, she naturally became the focus of attention.
Amidst countless stares, Lu Wu was able to calmly walk in.
"Selling steamed buns!"
Lu Wu greeted the guests and hung up the menu.
"Spicy kidney buns... black sugar sesame buns, tofu buns to eat while they're hot, wow, all the previous ones are here, and there are two new ones too."
"A family portrait of steamed buns? Mr. Lu is so generous."
"It's great, but Boss Lu has a purchase limit. There are so many other kinds I haven't tried yet, sob sob... I can't make a choice."
Someone was biting a small handkerchief, looking at the abundance of different kinds of food, with tears welling up in their eyes as they pleaded.
"Mr. Lu, can we not impose purchase limits today?"
He had heard that today was Boss Lu's last day setting up his stall here.
"That's right, Mr. Lu, let's not limit purchases today. We're old acquaintances, please do us a favor."
After someone took the lead, many people begged Lu Wu to relent.
"Boss Lu, I want to eat this, this, and this... Please, have mercy on me."
The girl, Furong, pressed herself against Lu Wu, her delicate, green fingers touching his shoulder, her charming voice making one's bones melt.
Her fragrant breath sprayed into Lu Wu's ear, making him feel like he couldn't stand it.
Furong, the top woman on Yanliu Street, would use her superb charm to seduce a girl just to eat a few more buns. If word got out, probably no one would believe it.
"cough!"
Lu Wu almost choked when she saw the flirtatious look in Lu Wu's eyes.
She took a breath, looked at the pitiful diners in front of her, and thought for a moment before speaking.
"I know everyone is very supportive of me, so here's the deal: four per person today, no more."
To ensure that more people can access the food, it's impossible to have no purchase restrictions.
"Furong thanks Boss Lu."
Two became four, doubling the number, and she was content.
Feeling like the air was filled with pink bubbles, Lu Wu quickly distanced herself, her face full of rejection.
She really doesn't like women.
Really!
"Come on, let's start selling!"
"Make way, everyone. I'm first. I want a 'cunning bun,' a hot tofu bun, a 'pure little meat bun,' and a soup dumpling."
This is a regular customer.
He had tried all the flavors before, so he definitely had to try the new one.
After receiving the hot buns, amidst envious glances, the regular customer took the buns, walked up to the people behind him in line, and cheekily broke open a white sugar bun.
Lu Wu uses soft white sugar, which melts into crystal-clear syrup after being steamed at high temperature. Plump black sesame seeds are nestled inside, making it particularly eye-catching.
Unlike the subtle sweetness of red bean paste buns, the sweetness of white sugar sesame buns is irresistible.
High concentrations of sweetness can be cloying for many people, but you don't have to worry about that with these steamed buns, because some of the sweetness is absorbed by the flour during the sugar melting process.
Those that remained were just right.
The regular diners' throats bobbed as they smelled the aroma.
"Gulp, gulp."
Many people around him are like him.
Amidst those wolf-like gazes, the old diner grinned smugly, then used his spiritual power to fan the air, spreading the sweet aroma.
"Damn it, you old bastard, you're killing me with your spirit! Get out of here!"
The diners who were already worried about not getting a table were now so tempted that they wanted to rush up and beat the old diner to a pulp.
Isn't this deliberately stirring up hatred?
"whee."
The regular diners winked and showed off their spoils.
Amidst the envious and longing gazes of those around him, he slowly stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and began to eat, every move exuding an air of envy.
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