The Cultivation Food Stall: Sold Out Every Night

Chapter 87: Tool Person No. 4 Activate


Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Tool Person No. 4, Activate

Just as Lu Wu finished preparing the skewers, another uninvited guest arrived.

It was Uncle Li.

"I live next door."

Uncle Li took his usual route, hopping over the wall. He pointed to the courtyard next to the City Lord Mansion, which happened to be separated from Lu Wu’s residence by just a single wall.

Facing Lu Wu’s confused expression, Uncle Li lifted his chin proudly. For an old man like him, Old Man Li, who had traveled far and wide over the years, it was perfectly normal to own a bit of property.

To the side, Cang He Guang remained silent.

’Would he mention that he had been forced to sell a courtyard in a prime location to this bandit for the lowest possible price?’

Uncle Li wasn’t short on money; he just enjoyed seeing Cang He Guang seething with hatred but utterly helpless.

Unaware of the scheming between the two, Lu Wu was pleasantly surprised by Uncle Li’s arrival.

Being in an unfamiliar place, Uncle Li’s appearance gave Lu Wu a great sense of security.

"Come on, eat! Don’t be shy."

Uncle Li sat down as if he owned the place and gestured for Cang He Guang to eat the skewers, acting as if he were the master of the house.

The skewers were crowded together in the fiery red chili oil.

Uncle Li "thoughtfully" separated the various skewers, then placed the kinds he didn’t like in front of Cang He Guang.

"Li—"

Just as Cang He Guang was about to stand up for himself, Uncle Li shot him a fierce glare.

"You’re lucky to have anything to eat at all. Don’t be picky."

’Just who is the one being picky?!’

Cang He Guang desperately wanted to roar in frustration, but alas, the weak have no voice. He could only tearfully gnaw on the skewers, his eating speed increasing with every bite.

The two men’s hands flashed across the table like blurs. With every move, several skewers would disappear.

A faint fluctuation of Spiritual Power made Lu Wu move her chair back a little.

’Good thing I was smart enough to set aside my own portion beforehand.’

Lu Wu, who was feeding her two beasts, simply treated the open and secret struggles of these two big shots as dinner entertainment.

’Man, that move was so cool. I’ve got to learn it.’

After a storm-like sweep, only scraps were left on the table.

Uncle Li rubbed his stuffed belly, picked his teeth, and stood up contentedly.

"Cleaning up is on you."

After ordering Cang He Guang around, Uncle Li sauntered away.

As for Lu Wu, after giving Cang He Guang a helpless smile, she also slipped away.

’Utility Man No. 4, activated!’

Lu Wu, who had spent the afternoon enjoying the drama, only headed to Free Street with her stall and two beasts after nightfall.

As before, a cold wind swept through the streets.

Free Street was empty, giving it a strange, desolate air.

Lu Wu arrived at her spot and was just about to sigh about the situation when she heard a commotion.

"Boss Lu! It’s really Boss Lu!"

"SOB, I finally found Boss Lu! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these past few days?"

"Boss Lu, you’re so cruel! Your stall hours are so unpredictable. The love is gone, isn’t it?"

All of a sudden, a crowd of diners emerged from all directions.

Lu Wu couldn’t even fathom how some of them had managed to squeeze out from the most obscure nooks and crannies.

Every one of them had eyes like searchlights that instantly locked onto Lu Wu.

Surrounded, Lu Wu was quite startled.

She opened her mouth, looked at the customers’ accusing stares, and desperately wanted to ask just how she’d been exposed.

"Ahem, so everyone’s here."

"I just had faith you’d all be able to find me. This is the special bond we share."

Having no good excuse, she pulled out the "bond" card. Unleashing her ultimate move only made the customers even more plaintive.

’Boss Lu, so heartless!’

"Alright, alright, everyone line up. Let’s not make things difficult for Boss Lu."

A regular customer took it upon himself to organize everyone into a line, conveniently using his role as a traffic director to snag a spot at the very front.

In an instant, Free Street was packed with people.

Such a large crowd left some of the locals who were passing by rather stunned.

’A lot of bad things have happened on this street.’

’Besides those desperate gamblers, who would ever pass through here? Why is it packed with people now?’

Some curious onlookers, just going with the flow, also joined the line.

Listening to the chatter of the others, they learned that a certain Boss Lu of a food stall was setting up here, and these were all customers who had tracked her down.

"You’re not all paid actors, are you?"

the passerby asked doubtfully.

She craned her neck to stare at the long line ahead, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Those words sounded familiar.

A certain Wu Dalang who sold sesame seed cakes had once asked the same question, and in the end, he fell headfirst into the trap named "Boss Lu" and could never climb out.

"If I’m a shill, may I be struck by lightning."

The customer scoffed and made a solemn oath.

For a taste of this food, he had chased her from Xiaohe Town to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.

After seeing news about Lu Wu on One World Communication yesterday, he had taken a Teleportation Array overnight to Hong’an City just to lie in wait.

The moment Boss Lu appeared, his life had meaning again.

Seeing the utter devotion on the customer’s face, the woman was skeptical but intrigued.

With nothing better to do, she followed the crowd as it slowly shuffled forward, and then she heard cries of excitement from the front.

It turned out Lu Wu’s skewers were finally ready.

Gou Aotian squatted in front of the stall, diligently watching the customers to make sure they paid.

Meanwhile, Huohuo flew back and forth maintaining order. Anyone who tried to cut in line was met with a puff of fire, which quickly taught them to behave.

The first regular to get his food held up a beef skewer, showing it off to the other customers still waiting.

The paper-thin slices of beef, fragrant with the light scent of scallions from the marinade, perfectly complemented the rich, succulent meat.

With one bite, the savory juices slowly trickled out.

The fresh, savory, numbing, and spicy flavors of the broth instantly exploded in his mouth, making him let out a sigh of pure satisfaction.

He forgot all about showing off and began to inhale his food like a storm.

The tip of his tongue tingled slightly, and a fiery warmth enveloped his entire body.

’My mind is starting to wander. If I had a bowl of ice powder right now, could I experience the legendary heaven of ice and fire?’

"GULP! GULP!"

The regular was eating with such relish that even though he was too engrossed to show off anymore, the sight of him devouring the food up close made the people behind him even more anxious.

"When is it ever going to be my turn? Forget it, I’ll just come back later."

A new customer in the crowd complained.

They had seen on One World Communication that a popular figure was here and had come to join the hype.

’I can’t believe there are so many people.’

’It’s packed shoulder to shoulder. When will I ever get to eat?’

He had no sooner said the words than a pack of diners with wolf-like eyes locked onto him.

"Fellow cultivator, are you selling your spot? I’ll offer one hundred Spirit Stones."

Someone was the first to make an offer.

"Get lost, you cheapskate! I’ll bid five hundred! Don’t even try to compete with me."

"Tch, I’ll bid six hundred."

"Seven hundred!"

Watching the price climb higher and higher, the new customer, still standing in his spot, felt a bit dizzy.

’Did I stumble into an auction for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures? It’s just a spot in line. Is it really worth all this fuss?’

It was!

Every single regular customer would have given the same answer to that question.

"Fifteen hundred! I’ll bid fifteen hundred!"

A pot-bellied man appeared in the crowd. With a wave of his hand, he essentially doubled the price, looking every bit the nouveau riche.

The skewers only cost ten low-grade spirit stones per portion, yet someone was willing to pay fifteen hundred for a spot in line.

’What a sucker!’

The new customer sneered inwardly, then nodded emphatically.

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