Several diners arrived early, eager to eat, but dared not urge Lu Wu to get up.
They could only wait and wait, until the sun was almost high in the sky, but the tent still didn't move.
"Could it be that Boss Lu has fallen into a deep sleep?"
The diners expressed their doubts, but eventually mustered up the courage to knock on the tent door.
"Knock knock knock, Mr. Lu, wake up."
The diners were very polite, but Lu Wu still did not respond. The three men looked at each other, and although they dared to raise their swords against demons, they did not dare to be forceful towards Lu Wu.
"Should we continue to wait?"
Some people offered their opinions, while the rest nodded silently.
"Can you smell anything?"
A diner with a keen sense of smell waited for a while and then began to sniff around.
Actually, what he wanted to say was that about half an hour ago, he smelled a fragrance in the air, the light aroma of rice, not strong, but faint, and he thought he was mistaken several times.
But during this agonizing wait, his sense of smell kept reminding him of the fragrance, making him somewhat distracted.
Could it be that another cook has appeared on this battlefield?
"It seems so."
"I can smell it too, but I can't find the direction."
As the group talked, their eyes met, and considering that Boss Lu hadn't yet made a comeback, they began to have a bad feeling.
"What are you waiting for? Go now!"
The group jostled each other, urging the one with the sharpest nose to lead the way, and sprinted towards the source of the fragrance.
When they finally found the source, they were all practically petrified.
"how so?"
One of the diners suddenly knelt on the ground, looking ahead with tears in his eyes.
Good heavens, you're being unreasonable! They went to wait for the rabbit to run into their trap early in the morning, only to find that the rabbit had already moved to a different spot.
What does their waiting amount to?
Not far from the human territory, Lu Wu's stall was set up, and many customers were queuing in front of it. Compared to yesterday's hectic situation, Lu Wu seemed to be in complete control today.
"Don't cry, if you don't go now, you won't get any food later."
In just a short while, dozens more diners joined the queue.
Not far from the main camp, the others received the news and rushed out.
Some people weren't even dressed properly, and some still had sleepy eyes. It was clear that many of them had been startled awake from their sleep.
These people dared not cry anymore, wiped their eyes, and ran over to grab a spot.
Many people were standing on tiptoe, gazing longingly ahead.
"It seems like they're selling a kind of pastry today."
"Pastries? Well, I don't really like them... Hey, why are you pushing me? Let go of me!"
As soon as the diner finished speaking, someone grabbed his arm, trying to pull him out of the line.
"You don't like it, but I do. In that case, why don't you give me this seat?"
Some people spoke with righteous indignation.
Even diners who don't like the food get swollen necks.
"I was just talking nonsense."
He just wanted to appear more reserved.
Yesterday, I almost got into a fight with my sweetheart over getting some barbecue skewers. It took me ages to coax her before she finally gave me a look, the kind that rolls her eyes at me.
To avoid being kicked out, the diners reluctantly revealed their true feelings.
"Tsk, then why are you talking nonsense?"
Someone snorted and punched the diner.
The diner, covering his panda eyes, pouted.
I want to cry.
But he had promised his beloved girl that he would buy Boss Lu's food today to apologize, and a man can't break his promise.
Latecomers all hoped to find a loophole to cut in line, but the other diners were on high alert.
After the example of the panda-eyed diner, the rest of the people dared not make any more pronouncements, for fear of being dragged out.
"Yes, yes, don't rush."
Lu Wu called out.
Today's food doesn't need any further processing, many tools have been put away, and the stall is quite spacious.
All I could see in the very center was a large, rice cake-like mass, covered with a damp cloth strip to keep it moist.
This is today's main dish: cut cake.
"Selling cut cakes, 999 per slice!"
It's likely that there were a few unlucky souls who were tricked by an assassin known as "Qiegao" (切糕).
You ask the shop owner how much it costs, and he says twenty yuan.
Cheap!
You excitedly direct the shopkeeper to cut off a large piece, and when you get it, the shopkeeper asks you for two hundred yuan.
When you ask why, the shopkeeper says, "It's twenty yuan per 50 grams."
Many people suffered a great loss but dared not resist, tearfully handing over two hundred yuan.
This rap is dedicated to those unlucky souls who got scammed by "cut cake" (a type of sweet rice cake).
It's all tears when you talk about it. Lu Wu, who has been tricked but refuses to admit it, is determined to make the ancestors shed tears too, and that's when the cut cake makes its grand entrance.
Lu Wu is different; based on honesty, Lu Wu sets clear prices.
Two top-grade spirit stones, one tael.
What? You think it's expensive? Then why don't you ask why others can afford it but you can't? Doesn't that just mean you're not working hard enough?
Smiling face!
Lu Wu dismissed some internet jokes from her mind and twirled the knife in her hand, weighing it in her hand.
The cake doesn't require secondary processing, but it's not easy to make, so she got up early this morning to prepare it.
It has a mixed flavor of nuts and red dates. The ingredients are simple: glutinous rice, sugar, red dates, and various kinds of nuts. There are no extra additives. The steamed cake is very fragrant.
The cut cakes on the stall were still steaming hot.
"Boss Lu, give me an ounce."
A customer placed an order, and Lu Wu nodded, then wielded the knife to cut the cake.
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