“Mmm, delicious! Sweet but not cloying, with a hint of sesame fragrance. In a word, divine!”
The old regular, who had long been mentally prepared, was still stunned by the bun.
He didn’t even have time to show off, quickly devouring the whole thing.
The hot bun made his cheeks puff out as he blew on it continuously, his tongue burning from the heat.
Under the numerous devouring gazes, he took a bite of the Tofu Bun.
If the White Sugar Sesame Bun’s main feature was its sweet fragrance, then the Tofu Bun’s was its tenderness.
The tofu wasn’t minced too finely; the fingernail-sized cubes were perfectly intact, their tenderness visible to the naked eye. After being left to sit, the tofu was thoroughly steeped and flavored by the chili oil.
As his tongue rolled a piece of tofu, a gentle press against his palate clearly released the spicy fragrance at the moment the tofu was crushed.
The tofu, having soaked up the spicy juices, was steaming hot, its spicy aroma bewitching.
The old regular’s mouth was slick with oil.
At this moment, he completely ignored everyone else’s existence, single-mindedly savoring the experience.
The sublime taste immersed him completely.
In that instant, his thoughts became clear and unobstructed.
The myriad things of the world became lucid before his eyes. In a flash of inspiration, the spiritual power within his body began to circulate on its own.
“Damn, he’s having an epiphany.”
“Does Boss Lu’s buns have this kind of effect?” someone exclaimed in shock.
A Spiritual Energy Vortex appeared above the old regular’s head. The violent spiritual energy, after being compressed, gently entered his body, raising his cultivation realm.
The old regular’s aptitude was average. He would have needed to strive for decades to break through this minor realm.
But today, stimulated by Lu Wu’s bun, he had drifted into a state of epiphany and broken through with ease.
After the Spiritual Energy Vortex subsided, the old regular opened his eyes, a smug and satisfied smile on his face.
“Hahahaha, I am the chosen one! All you mortals, stand back!”
The result of this arrogant shout was a footprint on his rear.
“Don’t think we won’t beat you up just because Boss Lu is here. Keep blabbering and we’ll crush you,” someone said with a fierce expression.
It was just too infuriating.
It was bad enough they didn’t get to eat any buns, but to have someone break through right in their faces was the ultimate flex.
How demoralizing.
“Hehehe!”
The old regular chuckled and bowed toward Lu Wu.
From this day forward, Boss Lu was his mother by choice, though not by blood. He would be filial to Boss Lu in the future.
As the old regular was lost in his wild assumptions, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
“Friend, would you like to learn about the Baozi Cult?”
Wang Changgui had appeared from somewhere, handing a piece of paper to the old regular.
“Join the Baozi Cult, and not only can you get closer to Boss Lu, but if you complete missions with distinction, you might even get personally fed by Boss Lu.”
Wang Changgui’s tone was full of temptation.
Seeing the man’s eyes waver, he continued to appeal to his emotions and reason.
“You must know that this is Boss Lu’s last day setting up a stall on Yanliu Street. You don’t want to miss out on Boss Lu’s food in the future, do you?”
“Join the Baozi Cult, and we’ll get firsthand news about Boss Lu. You’ll never make a wasted trip again.”
Wang Changgui coaxed him persuasively, his tone exceptionally passionate.
The Grand Elder had said that if he recruited three more people into the Baozi Cult, he would be promoted to an Official Disciple.
Who else but him could shoulder the great responsibility of expanding the Baozi Cult!
“Will the food in the future be as delicious as these buns?”
The old regular smacked his lips.
He wasn’t asking for an epiphany every time, just a satisfying meal every time.
“Of course. Don’t you trust Boss Lu’s skills?”
Wang Changgui was just short of thumping his chest in assurance.
“Alright, I’ll join.”
The old regular made his decision, and Wang Changgui couldn’t help but jump for joy.
Recruitment progress plus one.
He was awesome!
While Lu Wu’s buns were selling like hotcakes, in a large city a great distance from Xiaohe Town, Qin Zhan was anxiously scratching his head.
Beside him stood an elder with the air of a transcendent immortal.
This was his master, Tianfeng Daoren, who was also a Supreme Elder of the Saint Sword Sect and a renowned figure in the Qing Yuan World.
The incident of him fighting with Big Yellow over food in Xiaohe Town had caused a huge stir on the Universal Realm Communicator. Some idle members of the sect who had nothing better to do saw it and felt he had disgraced the sect, wanting to summon him back for questioning.
In all his years of roaming the Qing Yuan World, Qin Zhan feared no one except his own master.
Although he wasn’t afraid of punishment, he knew that once he returned, his master would grab him and force him to continue his secluded cultivation in the sect.
Having finally gotten a chance to go out, Qin Zhan was unwilling.
So, he came up with a good idea.
Before returning, he bought two of Boss Lu’s buns, resisted the temptation to eat them, and brought them back as a filial gift for his master.
He still remembered the situation clearly.
His master, who usually had little desire for food, had a drastic change in expression after eating the buns.
He kept asking who had made them.
He told his master everything about Boss Lu.
Originally, he had planned to make a deal with his master: let him go out, and he would deliver Boss Lu’s delicious food back to the sect for his master to enjoy on a regular basis.
Who would have known that his master would readily agree, only to follow him out just as he was happily packing his bags to leave.
His master said nothing, just watched him with a smile.
Unable to curse at him and unable to beat him, Qin Zhan could only offer to take his master to taste the food in person.
However… an outing for a Supreme Elder was a major affair.
The sect came up with numerous plans for it, which inevitably caused a significant delay.
As a result, he was only setting out on the last day Lu Wu was setting up her stall on Yanliu Street.
Looking at the time, Boss Lu was already at her stall.
And he was still a great distance from Xiaohe Town.
To make matters worse, the teleportation array was crowded. He had arrived at an inconvenient time and could only wait for the next one.
He knew very well that Boss Lu’s business was booming. The line of people was ridiculously long, and the buns were snatched up the moment they came out of the steamer. There would be none left over.
If he arrived late, he would have nothing but the northwest wind to drink.
Anxious and frustrated, Qin Zhan wished he could tear through space to get there.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have that ability yet. And while his master could do it, he didn’t know the precise coordinates of Xiaohe Town and couldn’t lock onto the location.
“It’s here, it’s here! Master, let’s go.”
Qin Zhan couldn’t be bothered with respecting his master at this point. The moment the teleportation array was empty, he grabbed Tianfeng Daoren’s sleeve and flashed into it.
With a jolt, the teleportation array activated.
After a wave of dizziness, Qin Zhan’s feet were once again on solid ground.
This was the closest major city to Xiaohe Town. He had transferred here last time and was very familiar with the route to Xiaohe Town.
He took out his Flying Spiritual Treasure and pushed his spiritual power to its maximum efficiency.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The Flying Shuttle let out a sonic boom as it streaked across the sky above the city.
Rushing as fast as he could, he finally arrived at Yanliu Street.
But when he saw the situation clearly, his entire demeanor deflated.
The spot where Lu Wu usually set up her stall was already empty, the stall gone and the people with it. The familiar fragrance lingering in the air told Qin Zhan that Lu Wu had been here.
He was too late.
“I’m late. It’s over.”
He still hadn’t made it in time.
Dejected, Qin Zhan squatted on his Flying Shuttle, clutching his aching little heart.
My heart is bitter, I want to cry.
“Disciple, do you know where this Boss Lu lives?”
“We can go to her door. I can use treasures to trade with this Boss Lu.”
Tianfeng Daoren’s thinking was very simple.
Since she had packed up and gone home, he would just follow her.
He wanted to eat, and he had to eat today.
If worse came to worst, he’d use his reputation