"Selling steamed buns! Freshly baked xiaolongbao, filled with Beihai Jiaolong pork."
"Selling tofu! White and tender tofu. You have to pay whether it tastes good or not."
"Selling steamed buns! Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, they're delicious and my daughter Jinlian's favorite."
"Chicken for sale! Chicken for sale! Chicken for sale!"
"................"
The town was bustling with people.
The shouts and calls of vendors on both sides of the street rose and fell, never ceasing.
Qin Shou and Wen Qing stopped in front of a steamed bun shop.
"Boss, are your steamed buns filled with Beihai dragon meat?"
Qin Shou uttered a question.
Could the owner of this steamed bun shop be a hidden immortal cultivator, living a carefree life?
"Haha, it's genuine, guaranteed authentic, or I'll pay ten times the price back."
The owner greeted him warmly, "Are you from out of town, sir?"
"Yes. "
"Would you like a basket of steamed buns, sir? Our steamed buns are the best in town!"
"Okay, two baskets of steamed buns, please."
"Fifty yuan per cage, one hundred yuan for two cages."
"OK. "
Qin Shou responded with a smile, then took out one hundred top-grade spirit stones and tossed them to the shopkeeper.
Shopkeeper: ? ? ? ? "Sir, are you here to cause trouble?"
Qin Shou was taken aback. "Didn't you say one hundred? Is it too little?"
The shopkeeper said, "I said one hundred coins, what are you going to do with these broken stones?"
Qin Beast: ? ? ? ? ?
Qin Shou silently put away the spirit stones and looked at Wen Qing.
With a gentle smile, she took out a small piece of silver and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying, "Keep the change."
"Okay, objective."
The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he received the money and quickly brought out two baskets of hot steamed buns.
Qin Shou took a bite and silently put down his chopsticks.
I suddenly felt a bit emo.
"Boss, come here for a moment."
"What's wrong, objectively?"
"Boss, this isn't dragon meat filling either."
"Okay, please wait a moment, sir." The boss turned around and shouted, "Fatty, quickly give this customer another ten baskets of steamed buns, vegetable filling."
"Okay, Uncle, I'll bring it right away."
A short while later, a chubby little boy brought over a large stack of steamed buns.
Qin Beast: ? ? ? ? ? Goodness, I've been naive for so long, haven't been down the mountain.
"Boss, have you ever been assaulted while doing business like this?"
Qin Shou looked at the boss out of pure curiosity.
The shopkeeper patted his large belly and chuckled, "Hehe, you jest, sir. The local magistrate is my second uncle."
"Good heavens!"
Qin Shou slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Boss, your steamed buns smell amazing! Give me another basket, and remember to pay me ten times the price!"
"Alright, please wait a moment, sir." The owner bowed and scraped, then shouted to the kitchen before he'd gone far, "Fatty, Fatty, this customer's going to get ripped off again!"
Qin Beast:............
"Hehe, Master, please don't be offended. This shop is just like that. When they encounter well-dressed outsiders, they'll overcharge them a bit more. It's a tradition. I remember when I was a child, this shop had already been passed down for seven or eight generations, so it's probably over two hundred years old now."
Qin Shou was stunned. "How could it still be running like this? Didn't the previous magistrate do anything about it?"
He smiled gently and said, "The previous magistrate was his second maternal uncle's father."
Qin Shou asked, "Didn't the previous magistrate do anything about it?"
A touching detail: "The magistrate before him was his second maternal uncle's grandfather."
Qin Beast, “Then…”
Wenqing said, "Master, you don't need to ask. The Great Duan Dynasty has been established for over three thousand years. The first magistrate of Tianshui County is said to be a descendant of a founding general. It's just that I don't know why such a prominent person would become the magistrate of this county... However, since then, the position of magistrate has been 'held by one family.'"
Qin Beast:............Goodness, I've heard of the throne being hereditary, but I've never heard of a county magistrate's position being "hereditary".
"Haha, Master, actually this shop isn't so bad. They only rip off rich people passing through from out of town, never the locals or the poor. And it's said that the money they get is converted into steamed buns and distributed to refugees and poor people outside the town every day."
This is also the unique family tradition of this steamed bun shop; although it's a bit eccentric, it's deeply respected by the locals, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to stay here for over a decade.
"Haven't you ever been hit by anything?" Qin Shou asked curiously. "There must be some hot-tempered outside cultivators passing by, right?"
Wen Qing smiled warmly and said, "We smashed it, then waited for them to leave before continuing."
"Good heavens!"
Qin Shou only knows how to say "Good heavens" today.
The world is truly full of wonders.
After finishing the steamed buns, Qin Shou walked down the street with Wen Qing.
The two had only walked about ten meters when they saw another steamed bun shop calling out:
"Selling steamed buns! Pork buns are five coins a basket, vegetable buns are three coins a basket."
Qin Beast:............
Wen Qing covered her mouth and smiled when she saw her master's appearance.
"Buying rouge, the prettiest rouge, for the prettiest girl."
"Master, Master, I need to buy rouge."
"Young lady, what kind of rouge would you like? Our shop offers a wide variety of rouge, including light red, pale red, bright red, ostrich red, rose red, crimson... In addition, we also have peach blossom pink, chrysanthemum yellow, pear blossom white... And this, our newest products, ice red and fairy red..."
The proprietress introduced the place with great enthusiasm.
"Someone as ethereal as me should naturally wear ethereal red!"
"Okay, I'll pack it up for you right away."
"Wait, there's also this, this, and this... I want them all."
"Okay, okay, welcome back next time, young lady."
On the way, Wenqing happily carried a large stack of rouge boxes.
Qin Shou asked, "Little lover, why did you buy so much rouge?"
"Master, didn't you say Da Mei loves beauty? I'll bring her a lot back. Oh, right, I also need to buy some candied hawthorns for my junior sister later; I promised her that when I went down the mountain."
Qin Shou laughed, "It's been so many years, and you still remember?"
Wen Qing laughed and said, "Haha, Master, Junior Sister can't do anything except eat, how could I forget her?"
"Selling candied hawthorns! Big, round candied hawthorns, only five coins a skewer. You won't regret buying them!"
"Boss, here it is."
Wenqing waved and squeezed through the crowd to get there.
"Boss, I'll take all your candied hawthorns."
"Oh, thank you, beautiful young lady."
"Hehehe, how beautiful am I?"
"Miss, you are more beautiful than a fairy!"
"Boss, have you ever seen a fairy?"
"We've seen it now."
Qin Shou, carrying a large bag of rouge boxes in his arms and a stalk of rice sticks covered with candied hawthorns on his shoulder, complained, "Little darling, why don't you just put these in your storage ring? Why do you have to carry them around?"
Hachi!
Wenqing took a bite of a candied hawthorn and ate it with relish.
"Master, you don't understand. This is how you feel when you're shopping."
Qin Beast: ... "Then you carry me?"
Wen Qing immediately stopped in her tracks, put her hands on her hips, and shouted, "Master, I'm a fairy! Have you ever seen a fairy carrying stalks of rice all over the street?"
Qin Beast: ...Good heavens, it's like stepping back into a steel planet, a bustling metropolis.
"Hey, this chick's pretty good-looking. How about coming back with me for some fun?"
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