My tongue felt slightly numb, and my whole body was enveloped in a fiery sensation.
His thoughts were wandering uncontrollably. If he had another bowl of ice jelly, would he be able to experience the extreme contrast of hot and cold?
"Gulp, gulp!"
This old diner was eating so heartily that even though he became so engrossed in his meal that he stopped showing off, his overly enthusiastic eating habits only made the people behind him more anxious.
"When will it be my turn? Maybe I'll come back later."
New customers in the crowd were complaining.
They had used a certain app to get information about a celebrity who had come to the area, so they came to join in the fun.
Who knew there would be so many people?
It's so crowded, when will we be able to eat?
Little did he know that as soon as he said that, a group of diners with wolfish eyes stared at him.
"Fellow Daoist, are you selling your spot? I'll offer one hundred spirit stones."
Someone made the first offer.
"Get lost, you poor bastard! I'll offer five hundred, don't try to take it from me."
"Tch, I'll offer six hundred."
"Seven hundred!"
As prices kept rising, the new customers who were still standing there were getting a little dizzy.
Did he stumble into some kind of rare and precious auction? It's just a queue spot, why are so many people fighting over it?
As for it!
Every regular customer would give the same answer to this question.
"Fifteen thousand, I'll offer fifteen thousand!"
A portly man appeared in the crowd. With a wave of his hand, he doubled the price, clearly a nouveau riche.
These skewers only cost ten low-grade spirit stones each, yet someone is willing to spend 1,500 to buy one.
"What a sucker!"
The man chuckled inwardly, then nodded emphatically.
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