"Old Qin, I've eaten the best food in the world today. Call me senior brother, and I'll reluctantly let you have a taste."
Thinking of his old friend, Jiang Yunhe couldn't wait to share.
"What a coincidence! I've also found something good. If you call me senior brother, I can give you a bite too."
The reply came quickly, but the tone was arrogant and confrontational.
Jiang Yunhe elegantly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, the delicious taste still lingering on his lips, savoring the aftertaste. He didn't believe his old friend's words at all.
There is absolutely no more delicious pork knuckle in the world.
His brother probably boasted because he was afraid of being inferior to others.
He and Lao Qin had known each other since childhood. Although they were disciples of different sects, they were of the same generation.
The two sects had a good relationship, so the two continued to interact frequently.
They have been arguing about who should call whom "senior brother" for decades, and there is still no resolution.
After all, they were all chosen ones, and naturally, none of them would submit to the other.
This time, however, Jiang Yunhe believed he could win even more.
"Old Qin, let's start the war. If you're not convinced, come and debate."
This time, he's determined to use Boss Lu's elbow to make Lao Qin willingly submit.
Meanwhile, Qin Zhan on the other side had the same plan, but instead of directly accepting the challenge, he went to the Xi Jinping cult.
Has anyone found Boss Lu?
Yesterday, some people still didn't believe it and went to stake out Yanliu Street, but after a whole night, they still didn't see any sign of Boss Lu. Only then did they believe that Boss Lu really only set up a stall on Yanliu Street for seven days.
Last night, the streets of Yanliu were filled with wails of despair, and the courtesans had lost all their energy to drain the men dry.
I've heard that many men have been kicked out of the house by courtesans at crucial moments, almost losing their dignity as men.
He has searched all over Xiahe Town since yesterday, but has not seen any trace of Boss Lu.
He dared not go to where Boss Lu lived, so he could only hope that there was some news from the Xi Jinping cult.
"Not found."
Lou Xiaotian was also disheartened.
Having not seen Boss Lu for almost two days, he was afraid that Boss Lu might really just disappear.
"Elder, do you have any news about Boss Lu?"
Qin Zhan had no choice but to privately message Grandpa Li, but the other party's cold reply greatly disappointed Qin Zhan.
"Old Qin, answer me! Are you chickening out?"
Seeing his friend's increasingly arrogant attitude, Qin Zhan gritted his teeth.
"Whoever backs down is a dog, just wait!"
Once he finds Boss Lu, he'll make sure that brat surnamed Jiang bows down and kowtows to him, calling him "senior brother."
However, as Qin Zhan's old friend, Jiang Yunhe could sense Qin Zhan's guilty conscience. He let out bursts of laughter, which made Lu Wu look at him again.
Lu Wu had come to accept the fact that some of his diners were somewhat mentally unstable.
"Mr. Lu, will you be coming again tomorrow?"
While Lu Wu was tidying up, Zhang Xiu came over and asked a question.
"Come on, same as always, I'll be setting up a stall here for seven days."
Lu Wu nodded, noticing Zhang Xiuyan's wicked expression, as if he was plotting something.
"Hehe, see you tomorrow, Mr. Lu."
Zhang Xiu stroked his chin, then grabbed his two younger brothers and headed towards the diners from earlier.
A group of people gathered together, and no one knew what Zhang Xiu had said. The diners were initially bewildered, but then, as if waking from a dream, they all nodded.
This group of people must have made some shady deal.
Lu Wu rubbed his hands together and patted Big Yellow's head.
"Come back with me?"
At least she saved this dog's life herself, so Lu Wu decided to take Da Huang back with her.
From now on, she will be a dog owner.
"Woof!"
Big Yellow happily rubbed against Lu Wu's leg, its tail wagging joyfully to express its happiness.
Then he stepped back a few paces and walked towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons again.
He, Gou Aotian, is a dog with ambition.
Now that he has acknowledged Boss Lu as his master, he must learn to support his family.
He needs to go and earn capital for tomorrow's braised pork knuckle.
"Woof woof!"
Elbow, wait for me, I will definitely come back.
Watching Da Huang's swift figure, Lu Wu opened her mouth but couldn't call out to it.
Lu Wu understood and offered moral support to Da Huang's ambition. Seeing that Zhang Xiu was still brainwashing the group of diners, Lu Wu patted his behind and slipped away.
After Lu Wu left, Zhang Xiu emphasized it again.
"Remember this, all of you: you absolutely must not spread the word that Boss Lu has set up a stall here, otherwise a bunch of gluttons will come after us to steal our food."
Thinking back to the days when he could only buy two steamed buns after queuing for half a day on Yanliu Street, Zhang Xiu felt like crying.
He just checked Yijietong, but there's no new information about Boss Lu yet.
Even many followers of the Baozi Cult failed to find any trace of Boss Lu.
It's very likely that he was the first among those regular diners to encounter Boss Lu, so he wanted to have Boss Lu all to himself for seven days.
Just thinking about being able to eat whatever he wanted for the next few days made Zhang Xiu feel like he had reached the pinnacle of his life.
To prevent a repeat of the food-grabbing frenzy on Yanliu Street, he made an agreement with these new customers outside Wandu Valley.
"Boss Lu, don't blame me, blame this braised pork knuckle for being too delicious."
He, a carnivore, had a really good meal today.
Business was better than expected, which gave Lu Wu a lot of confidence.
After a long day of work, Lu Wu didn't go out for a stroll. Instead, she lay at home picking her toes.
At Xiaopangdun's house, Wang Er, who was delayed by something, only came home for lunch at this time.
As soon as Wang Er entered the room, he smelled a meaty aroma that was different from usual.
"It smells so good! My dear wife, your cooking skills have improved!"
He swaggered in, only to find his wife holding their son down, her eyes fixed on a bowl on the table with a lecherous glint in her eyes.
In that bowl was a large pork knuckle that was still steaming hot.
Wang Er couldn't take his eyes off it.
The closer he got, the clearer it became; the aroma of the braised pork knuckle was almost intoxicating. His wife's cooking skills had improved considerably.
Aunt Wang looked resentful when she saw her husband return.
"You're finally back."
His hoarse voice sounded as if he had been through a major battle.
In fact, Aunt Wang had been enduring this for a long time.
Ever since her son brought home this pork knuckle, Aunt Wang has been unable to tolerate anything else.
You could tell from the two plates of slightly charred vegetarian dishes that Aunt Wang's heart had long been won over by the braised pork knuckle.
Originally, Aunt Wang was furious about her son encouraging the young girl to climb the wall, and she almost gave the chubby boy a good beating.
But the chubby boy was clever and offered up his harvest.
Aunt Wang, who prided herself on her cooking skills, easily forgave the chubby boy after taking a bite of the delicious and juicy braised pork knuckle.
This deliciousness made the braised pork in her pot taste bland, and for that, she could forgive the whole world.
If it weren't for their decades-long marriage, she would have already divided the pork knuckle with her son. Why would she endure the constant temptation to wait for him to come back?
Even now, Wang Er's once decent-looking face has become repulsive in Aunt Wang's eyes.
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