CFSMS -Chapter 108 Teacher Lu Retires on the Spot

The pancake itself looked decent enough. Once the batter was heated, it released a natural wheat aroma. As his lips touched it, Lou Xiaotian felt rather pleased with himself.

But when he started paying attention to the taste, his expression gradually changed.

The batter hadn’t been spread evenly, so some areas were too thick and sticky.

There were too many sesame seeds.

They made the pancake dry and rough, sticking to his throat and making it hard to swallow.

What Lou Xiaotian found most unacceptable, however, was the combination of ketchup and spicy strips.

The chili oil from the delicious spicy strips seeped into the ketchup, while the sauce itself had been spread on too thickly. The result was neither sweet, nor spicy, nor sour.

The strange flavor made him feel slightly nauseated.

In short, it was impossible to describe in a few words.

After struggling to swallow the bite in his mouth, Lou Xiaotian looked at the huge pancake in his hand and cast a pleading glance at Lu Wu.

“Teacher Lu…”

Lu Wu turned her head and started whistling as if she hadn’t heard him.

He was calling for Teacher Lu. What did that have to do with Boss Lu?

Teacher Lu had already retired.

By now, dawn was beginning to break.

A few lights flickered on in the dark Little Sea Village behind them.

The villagers were waking up.

The workload for this mission was enormous, so Lu Wu needed to make sure she had business every day.

One look from her was enough.

Lou Xiaotian immediately used a spell to destroy the evidence—his pancake included—then obediently stood to the side.

From this day forward, he would be a pure customer.

Cooking clearly wasn’t for him.

After washing her hands and cleaning the mess on the griddle, Lu Wu waited for the temperature to rise before starting over.

A spoonful of batter was poured onto the hot surface and spread out in one swift motion. Her movements were incredibly practiced, ensuring every part of the pancake was perfectly even.

An egg was cracked on top.

Sesame seeds were sprinkled.

…

Every subsequent step was exactly the same as Lou Xiaotian’s, yet when Lu Wu performed them, there was an effortless beauty to her movements.

“Boss Lu, you’ve practiced this before, haven’t you?”

Lou Xiaotian asked unwillingly.

“Nope. First time. Isn’t this the kind of thing you can do as long as you have hands?”

The boomerang she had once thrown came flying right back and struck Lou Xiaotian square in the heart.

It hurt.

The aroma of the batter seemed faint at first, but gradually seeped into one’s senses, lingering gently in the air.

Lu Wu used sweet chili sauce and added pork loin.

The key to making this kind of street food was speed, precision, and decisiveness.

Moments later, a pancake was finished.

The golden pancake skin had fused perfectly with the egg, creating an enticing color.

White sesame seeds and green scallions dotted the surface, the contrast making it look even more refined.

Lu Wu cut it in half.

At the cross-section, crispy crackers, meat slices, and vegetables were layered neatly together.

The trapped heat inside had softened the outer skin slightly. When bitten into, the soft yet chewy exterior was accompanied by the crisp crack of the thin crispy layer breaking apart.

Crunch. Crunch.

First sweet, then tangy, and finally carrying a hint of spice—that was the unique charm of sweet chili sauce.

The fragrance of chili blended with the sweetness of honey, transforming an ordinary pancake into something extraordinarily delicious.

The crisp freshness of the vegetables and the tenderness of the pork loin turned her mouth upside down, while her taste buds greedily demanded more.

The combination of textures prompted Lu Wu to take a second bite.

Rich aromas filled the air.

Crisp crunches sounded one after another.

As Lu Wu ate, the expression in Lou Xiaotian’s eyes shifted from intense despair to dull resignation before finally reigniting with hope.

He swaggered over to the stall and slapped a spirit stone onto the counter.

“Boss Lu, six pancakes. Any flavor is fine. You decide.”

A tool worker might not get to eat.

But a customer certainly could.

And sure enough, the moment the spirit stone appeared, Boss Lu had to put aside the half-eaten pancake she was enjoying and serve him.

Lu Wu found his petty revenge amusing.

Still, there was a saying:

The customer is king.

Picking up her tools again, Lu Wu diligently returned to work.

Scrape.

Scrape.

With every movement, the aroma of pancakes drifted toward the village.

The blind old man woke up very early.

Every morning, the first thing he did after getting up was head to the village entrance.

He knew his appearance was frightening. Over the years, he had scared away many people who tried to enter Little Sea Village.

Yesterday he had guarded the eastern entrance.

Today he planned to patrol the western one.

Perhaps because he had lost his sight, his other senses had become exceptionally sharp.

The moment he stepped out of his grass hut, he smelled something in the air.

It smelled amazing!

At this hour, some villagers would already be preparing breakfast. Having lived in the village for decades, the old man could guarantee that none of them could produce a scent like this.

The source was…

The eastern entrance.

Leaning on his cane, the old man headed east.

The village wasn’t large.

Its population had steadily declined over the years, and the village itself had shrunk accordingly.

As he walked, he heard voices ahead.

“Boss Lu, are you done yet? Hurry up!”

“Boss Lu, I’ve already finished one. Why isn’t the second one packed yet?”

“Boss Lu…”

All of the above came from Lou Xiaotian’s endless chatter.

Anyone who saw his expression would know he was only joking.

But the old man couldn’t see.

Judging solely from the impatient tone, he concluded that this was a troublesome customer.

Someone was running a stall here, and the stall owner was being bullied by an unreasonable guest.

For a moment, the old man didn’t know whether to drive away the vendor or sympathize with them.

To preserve the purity of their bloodline and better serve the Sea God, Little Sea Village never intermarried with outsiders.

Nor did they welcome them.

After some hesitation, years of devout faith helped him make his decision.

He would go over and drive them away.

His world was cloaked in darkness, but he could feel himself drawing closer to the stall.

Flames crackled.

A spatula scraped against iron.

Eggshells cracked open.

A brush swept across the griddle.

The sounds blended together into the old man’s “vision” of the world.

Far from chaotic, everything felt orderly.

And accompanying those sounds was an aroma he simply couldn’t ignore.

Back in the village, it had been subtle.

Now that he was close, the fragrance of cooking ingredients revealed itself without restraint.

His keen sense of smell captured every detail.

Pancakes.

He remembered the troublesome customer mentioning pancakes.

But how could a pancake made from simple batter smell this good?

The old man hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.

His stomach couldn’t withstand such temptation and immediately growled in protest.

The decades-old elder instantly flushed red with embarrassment.

How humiliating!

How was he supposed to tell them to leave now?

With her current cultivation level, Lu Wu could sense anyone approaching from such a short distance.

After finishing Lou Xiaotian’s final pancake, she looked toward the blind old man.

The surroundings were still dim in the early dawn.

Bathed in the first light of morning, the old man stood there dressed in black, wearing a dark expression, his pale gray eyes fixed directly on her.

The words ghost surfaced in Lu Wu’s mind.

Not as a figure of speech.

As an instinctive reaction.

Ghost cultivators existed in the Qingyuan Realm, and they were often shrouded in dense ghostly energy.

Cold.

Gloomy.

That was how ghost cultivators were usually described.

And after sensing him up close, the feeling this old man gave her was remarkably similar to that of a ghost cultivator.