"Don't be angry, Uncle Hua."
Cheng Yang chuckled dryly, and only after seeing Uncle Hua nod did he stammer out his answer.
"I'm going to dig up a grave."
"Digging up a grave? Whose grave?"
Uncle Hua's voice suddenly rose as he looked at Cheng Yang with a surprised expression, truly not expecting that this honest young man could do such a wicked thing.
"My own grave."
Uncle Hua's anxiety is finally subsiding...
Cheng Yang smiled shyly: "And Uncle Hua's grave."
...completely dead.
"You little brat, I'll kill you!"
Without saying a word, Uncle Hua started beating Cheng Yang mercilessly. Cheng Yang, knowing he was in the wrong, dared not fight back and could only run away with his head in his hands.
Uncle Hua only stopped after the two had moved away from the main group.
"Alright, stop pretending. I didn't even use any force."
At the pancake stall, many villagers stopped crying because of the friendly exchange between the two, but their faces were ashen, like ghosts.
Oh, they were ghosts all along.
That's alright then.
"Boy, how many spirit stones are left in my grave?"
Uncle Hua asked, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
“There’s still quite a bit left, I didn’t take any more.” Cheng Yang made a gesture, earning a sullen and amused look from Uncle Hua.
As he laughed, Uncle Hua lost his voice.
He stood silently in place, the aroma of the pancake sauce still lingering on his lips and tongue. He felt a sense of relief after a long dream, but also an indescribable sense of loss.
"Let's not let us ghosts wreak havoc on the human world."
"I'm always causing trouble for others, I don't have that kind of thick skin."
"Take me to the cemetery."
Uncle Hua sighed deeply, barely managing to muster some energy to follow behind Cheng Yang.
He planned to dig out all the remaining spirit stones from his grave so that everyone in the village could have some pancakes.
This is so delicious, I have to share it!
When people get ruthless, they'll even dig up their own graves.
The food stalls were bustling with activity.
The diners first complained to Lu Wu, and then hoped that Lu Wu could add more ingredients to their pancakes.
The story is full of twists and turns, and Lu Wu says she's thoroughly enjoying herself, but adding anything extra is out of the question.
Lu Wu, who treats everyone equally, ignores the diners' tearful little eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, my garlic sauce is really spicy! One bite is so satisfying. You can smell it if you don't believe me."
One cheeky male customer, after finishing his garlic sauce pancake, sneakily approached a female monk and started talking and breathing loudly.
A sour smell wafted over, and the female cultivator who hated the smell of garlic slapped the other person across the face.
"I will be back!"
call out!
The male diner flew into the sky, leaving behind a classic quote.
The batter was scooped up and spread out repeatedly, and the aroma of wheat lingered for a long time.
Golden and crispy pancakes were handed to the diners, who then compared their choices to see who could taste the best.
Lu Wu's latest attempt at making wasabi sauce has received unanimous praise.
The sauce has a vibrant green color and is made entirely by hand, without any added technology or heavy labor.
The sauce, with its delicate texture and fresh plant fragrance, captivated the hearts of many female cultivators with its appearance alone.
Only after they actually tasted it did they truly feel the impact of the wasabi.
It's an extremely refreshing spiciness. While your taste buds are still savoring the wonderful flavor, the spiciness rushes straight from your nasal cavity to the top of your head.
Wasabi doesn't burn your mouth like chili peppers, and its spiciness doesn't last long, but it's very addictive.
First-time diners of wasabi shed glistening tears.
Look, they're so hungry they're crying!
The novel sauce gave the cultivators of Qingyuan Realm a small shock, and Lu Wu left satisfied.
When Cheng Yang and Uncle Hua returned, they saw some cultivators eating pancakes while wiping away tears and muttering.
These people aren't villagers from Xiaohai Village either.
Confused, the two noticed that there were only a few people left in the queue, so they quickly went to join the line.
The two of them worked hard for half a day, getting covered in dust and dirt.
To avoid being disliked by other diners, the two stood at the back, but they were still given strange looks.
One after another.
Standing in the sunlight, Cheng Yang was scrutinized by many diners, and inexplicably felt as if he had been taken advantage of a thousand times over.
"What are you looking at?"
Uncle Hua, however, had a short temper and angrily asked the question.
If you're already a ghost, what are you afraid of?
"Don't you know?"
After a kind customer said something, he saw two blank faces and then explained.
"The reason there are only a few people left in the queue is because Boss Lu ran out of pancake batter, and even if we continued to queue, we wouldn't be able to get any."
Yes, Lu Wu once again misjudged the diners' appetite.
These people are all complaining that one pancake isn't enough, two pancakes aren't enough to fill them up, three pancakes aren't enough to share, and four pancakes won't be enough for lunch...
In short, they would find all sorts of strange excuses to buy more pancakes.
Later, even with a limit of five pancakes per person, Lu Wu couldn't keep up with the overwhelming number of customers.
On the third day of setting up the stall, customers from even farther away came.
The stalls were even more popular than the previous two days.
Lu Wu, whose supplies were insufficient, was so busy that her back ached. When she looked up, she was met with two round faces that looked like the sky had fallen.
It was Cheng Yang and Uncle Hua.
The two unleashed a mental attack on Lu Wu with resentful eyes, which Lu Wu couldn't withstand for a moment.
My hand trembled, and a spoonful of batter fell to the ground.
*Snap*
The previously noisy scene of diners quieted down considerably.
Seeing the redness in the eyes of the last diner, Lu Wu quickly tried to salvage the situation.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, it was my mistake. Tomorrow, when you come back, I'll give you two pancakes for free, okay?"
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