"Uncle..."
Xiao Si shouted at Scarface, his eyes full of accusation.
He wanted to eat it too.
His uncle was no longer the uncle who loved him.
"Sigh, let's go back!"
With a feigned serious expression, the scarred man turned and walked away, though his retreating figure seemed somewhat flustered.
To put on such a show in front of so many people, how ugly!
There were significantly more people today, with many bringing their families to queue up in order to circumvent the purchase restrictions.
Lu Wu's hands never stopped moving.
Next to her stall, Lou Xiaotian also set up a stall, selling nothing but rice.
A spirit stone and a bowl of ordinary white rice—that's already an astronomical price.
There are plenty of people who come to buy them.
Taking advantage of Boss Lu's influence, Lou Xiaotian earned some pocket money.
Lately, his father has been giving him less and less money, and he's been keeping a low profile, as if he's hiding from him.
Touching his bulging purse, Lou Xiaotian found some comfort.
Just as Lou Xiaotian was about to finish his rice, Lu Wu's braised pork knuckle also sold out.
After stretching his sore shoulders, Lu Wu felt much better after circulating his spiritual energy throughout his body.
There are still many diners staying here.
Some had finished eating early and stayed here to chat with other like-minded people.
Lu Wu vaguely heard the words "Baozi Cult".
When she listened carefully again, it was gone.
It must be my imagination.
Lu Wu pondered to himself.
Scanning the diners, everyone's eyes were quite open and honest.
There shouldn't be any strange or cult proselytizing here.
Rubbing his hands together, Lu Wu put away the signboard.
Closing down!
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