Ever since she contracted a strange disease that disfigured her, Xiaohua hates mirrors the most.
She resisted the urge to throw it away, and looking at the woman's surprised eyes, Xiaohua was a little suspicious.
Mother knows she cares about her face and wouldn't joke about it.
Could it be true?
Hesitantly, Xiaohua raised the mirror.
To get a better look, the woman took the candlestick over.
The lights flickered, providing ample illumination.
The little flower, having mustered her courage, was met with an ugly face in the mirror.
Feelings of inferiority and pain nearly overwhelmed Xiaohua.
She gripped the mirror tightly, her knuckles turning white, and Xiaohua, her nose stinging with tears, carefully examined herself.
Xiaohua, who hadn't looked at her face in a long time, didn't know if it was just psychological, but she really felt that the dark spots had faded a lot.
Feeling comforted, Xiaohua remembered what the woman had just said.
"Mom, you just said these steamed buns are magical. What's so magical about them?"
For some reason, she now had a feeling that the change in her cheeks was caused by that steamed bun from earlier.
Overwhelmed with longing, he grasped the woman's hand.
"I...I didn't hear..."
The woman wasn't stupid; realizing what was happening, she quickly stood up and ran outside.
"Little Flower, don't worry, Mom will go ask and then I'll buy you some more steamed buns."
Steamed buns are expensive, but if they can heal Xiaohua's face, it's all worth it.
The woman ran so fast that her knee hit a chair with a thud, but she ignored it and kept running outside.
Xiaohua failed to catch the other party.
She bit her lip, looked at herself in the mirror again, and finally got out of bed and put on her shoes.
After hesitating for a moment at the door, Xiaohua mustered up her courage and chased after them.
Her mother was her only family.
It's getting dark, and it's not safe for my mother to be out alone.
But when the woman ran back to Yanliu Street, she found that the steamed bun shop was gone.
In fact, Lu Wu's steamed buns were completely sold out 25 minutes earlier, so he packed up and went home.
The gathered diners dispersed.
The woman, still panting heavily, had disappointment written all over her face.
"how so……"
If the hope she finally found is gone just like that, what will happen to her little flower?
The woman, who had never been defeated by hardship before, was now in tears.
"mother."
When Xiaohua arrived, she saw her mother squatting on the ground crying.
In my memory, my mother, who raised me from childhood, had never been so vulnerable.
Worried about the other woman, Xiaohua, without considering whether her own face was presentable, quickly went over and helped the woman up.
"Mom, it's alright, let's go home."
Even though her face is disfigured, her mother is still alive, and she wants to live on tenaciously, just like her mother.
So what if I'm laughed at? So what if I'm looked down upon?
She's not afraid!
"Miss, do you need any help?"
Amidst the mother and daughter's tearful embrace, a kind voice rang out.
It was none other than the elusive and gossipy old man, Mr. Li.
...
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the third day of the mission.
Lu Wu was very familiar with the process of purchasing and preparing ingredients.
As it was almost time to leave, Lu Wu made a point of looking outside. This time, Grandpa Li wasn't there to ambush her.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
On Yanliu Street, Lu Wu had not yet arrived, but the street, which was only a few meters wide, was already teeming with people.
There were quite a few people there.
Besides the locals of Xiahe Town, there were also some people from other places who were attracted by the previous posts.
No one made a move today.
They gathered in small groups, all eyes fixed on the entrance of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
There was a group of people wearing masks, trying to hide themselves.
Judging from their figures, they are not very old.
Her strange attire makes one wonder.
"I heard this group started lining up before it even got dark?"
"Young Master Lou, do you know anything about these people?"
Someone asked Lou Xiaotian.
Boss Lu became incredibly famous. They came early to queue up, but still couldn't get to the front.
"have no idea."
Lou Xiaotian was also curious.
He was familiar with many of the courtesans here, and someone told him that this group of people hiding their heads had arrived gradually during the day.
It seems so, they were specifically waiting for Boss Lu.
"These people don't even dare to show their faces. Could it be that they've come looking for trouble?"
Some people speculated that Lou Xiaotian immediately perked up upon hearing this.
He carefully examined the group of people; many of them had very low cultivation levels, and some were not even old enough to start cultivating.
It seems they're not here to cause trouble.
"Boss Lu is here."
As Lou Xiaotian pondered, shouts came from the outside.
Those who had eaten Lu Wu's steamed buns were now consciously directing the crowd to part so that Boss Lu could come in.
When Lu Wu arrived, what she saw were diners with gleaming eyes and a masked man in the middle.
Lu Wu paused in his steps.
If she hadn't seen many familiar faces, she would have thought she had stumbled into some kind of evil gathering.
Good evening, everyone.
Lu Wu greeted the diners and parked his stall in the designated spot.
Without further ado, Lu Wu got straight to work.
"Just fifteen minutes will do."
She called out.
After making some money these past two days, she upgraded her stall. Now, instead of firewood, she uses fire-attribute spirit stones to provide the fire.
With sufficient heat, the buns cook more easily.
As everyone's mouths watered, the plump white buns were placed in the steamer, and a neat line formed.
Standing at the very front was a masked man.
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