“It’s not just that he can’t get it up, he doesn’t react at all.”
“You guys have no idea. A few days ago, that sect leader came to our establishment with a new face, looking for one of my sisters to serve him. But once he got in bed, he was a total softie. Useless, and not even good to look at.”
“What’s even funnier is that this sect leader has a birthmark on his butt. He can change his face, but the birthmark is still there. My sister recognized him right away.”
“I had to put on such a convincing act that whole night.”
“I practically wracked my brains. The money I earned wasn’t even enough to compensate for my troubles.”
As she spoke, the girl dabbed at the corner of her eye, seemingly pitying her “sister.”
But her switch in pronouns from “my sister” to “I” revealed who the real protagonist of the story was.
Sometimes, being a Flower Girl really wasn’t easy.
Munch, munch.
Lu Wu, who was enthusiastically “eating melon,” cupped the sunflower seeds Furong had given her and ate them with relish.
Spill the tea, spill more tea.
“You… you people are going too far!”
Lying on the ground, Elder Huang’s old face flushed with shame as he saw his sect leader’s secret laid bare before everyone.
He raised a trembling hand, about to spew curses, when some kind soul happened to pass by and stomp that hand back down.
Lu Wu thought she heard the sound of bone shattering.
“The Huang Quan Sect will not let you get away with this!”
Elder Huang coughed up a mouthful of blood and threatened them furiously.
His bloodshot eyes stared coldly at the crowd, a clear sign that he hadn’t given up.
A blast of spiritual power shot out and slammed into Elder Huang’s head with a thwack, knocking him out cold.
“Boss Lu, don’t you worry. Within the borders of my Xiaohe Town, I will absolutely not allow anyone to bully others with their power.”
Lou Batian patted his chest in assurance, terrified that Lu Wu might abandon Xiaohe Town over this.
Without these delicious baozi, his family life would be in turmoil.
“I believe you, Town Lord.”
Lu Wu nodded emphatically.
With her baozi sold out and the gossip finished, Lu Wu packed up and went home.
It was still early, so Lu Wu lay on her bed and scrolled through the Universal Realm Communicator. She saw some interesting posts and laughed so hard she rolled around.
“Why Would a Sect Leader Resort to Robbery?” Lu Wu clicked on it and saw that it was the joke about the Huang Quan Sect from that evening. Beneath the post, a crowd of people had left mercilessly mocking comments.
Lu Wu joined in the fun and typed a few “hahahas.” When she refreshed the page, poof, the comments were gone.
So the Qing Yuan World plays the comment moderation game too, huh?
Feeling that the world was full of schemes, Lu Wu saw another very domineering headline.
“I am an elder of the Baozi Cult. I hereby declare that anyone who offends our Baozi Cult shall be hunted down and executed, no matter how far they are!”
The extremely chuunibyou-esque topic made Lu Wu shudder, and she quickly swiped past it.
She remembered that this Baozi Cult was a newly emerged evil cult. It seemed to be in the news a lot recently, the type to eradicate entire families at the drop of a hat. Best not to provoke them.
Leisurely time always passed quickly. An hour later, Lu Wu started to feel drowsy and reluctantly put down the Universal Realm Communicator to go to sleep.
Ever since her baozi stall’s reputation had spread, a crowd of customers would be waiting for Lu Wu’s arrival every time she was due to set up.
The mission was completed smoothly, and Lu Wu had become a little bit rich.
The seven days stipulated by the system had reached their final day.
Lu Wu, who had woken up when the sun was high in the sky, diligently prepared her ingredients.
For the last day, to show her appreciation for new and old customers, Lu Wu decided to prepare more varieties.
Today’s batch was the largest yet. Lu Wu was so busy preparing the ingredients and fillings that she didn’t even have time to try out new flavors.
When she rushed to her stall location, she found the entire alley packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through.
The moment she appeared, she naturally became the focus of the crowd.
Under countless gazes, Lu Wu was already able to walk in with a calm demeanor.
“Baozi for sale!”
Lu Wu called out to her customers and hung up the menu.
“Spicy Kidney Bun… Scheming Brown Sugar Sesame Bao, Eat-It-Hot Tofu Bao… Wow, all the previous ones are here, and there are two new kinds.”
“A Baozi Family Feast? Boss Lu is so generous.”
“She is, but Boss Lu has a purchase limit! There were so many kinds before that I never got to try. Boo hoo… I can’t choose.”
Someone bit on a small handkerchief, their eyes welling up with tears as they pleaded at the sight of the fully-stocked menu.
“Boss Lu, can you lift the purchase limit for today?”
He had heard that today was Boss Lu’s last day setting up her stall here.
“That’s right, Boss Lu, don’t limit us today. We’re all regulars, do us a favor.”
After one person took the lead, many others began to beg Lu Wu to relent.
“Boss Lu, I want to eat this one, this one, and this one… Please, be a dear.”
Furong pressed herself against Lu Wu, her slender, scallion-like fingers tapping Lu Wu’s shoulder. Her charming voice was enough to make one’s bones melt.
Her fragrant breath tickled Lu Wu’s ear, making it almost unbearable.
For Furong, the top courtesan of Yanliu Street, to use her superb bewitching arts on a young woman just to eat a few more baozi—if word got out, no one would believe it.
“Ahem!”
Lu Wu, on the receiving end of those flirtatious glances, nearly choked.
She caught her breath and looked at the pitiful-looking foodies before her. After a moment of thought, she said, “I know everyone is very supportive. How about this: today, the limit is four per person. No more than that.”
She had to let more people have a taste, so lifting the limit entirely was impossible.
“Furong thanks Boss Lu.”
Two had become four, a twofold increase. She was content.
Feeling as if the air was starting to fill with pink bubbles, Lu Wu quickly put some distance between them, a look of refusal on her face.
She really wasn’t into women.
Really!
“Come, come, we’re open for business.”
“Make way, make way! I’m first. I want one Scheming Baozi, one Eat-It-Hot Tofu Bao, an Innocent Little Meat Bun, and a Guan Tang Bao.”
This was a regular customer.
He had tried all the previous flavors, so of course he had to get the new ones.
Once the hot baozi were in his hands, he walked over to the people at the back of the line under a sea of envious gazes and, in a very punchable manner, broke open a brown sugar baozi.
Lu Wu used soft white sugar. After being steamed at high temperatures, the sugar melted into a crystalline syrup, with plump black sesame seeds embedded within, making it exceptionally eye-catching.
Unlike the light sweetness of a Dousha Bao, the sweetness of the brown sugar sesame bao could pierce right to the heart.
A high concentration of sweetness could be cloying for many, but there was no need to worry about that with this baozi. During the melting process, some of the sweetness was absorbed by the white dough.
What remained was just right.
The regular customer smelled the fragrance, and his throat bobbed.
Gulp, gulp.
Many people around him did the same.
Amidst those wolf-like stares, the regular customer grinned smugly, then used his spiritual power to fan the air, spreading the sweet aroma even further.
“Damn it, you old coot! You’re killing us! Get lost!”
The customers at the back of the line, already worried they wouldn’t get to eat, were now so tempted that they wished they could rush over and grind the old customer into the dirt.
Wasn’t he just deliberately trying to stir up hatred?
“Hee hee.”
The old customer winked and squinted, showing off his spoils of war.
Under their jealous and longing gazes, he slowly stuffed the baozi into his mouth and began to eat. His every move exuded an air of “deserving a beating.”