CFSMS -Chapter 109 Lu Wu Said Nothing, Only Kept Waving the Jianbing Spatula

A sinister aura spread through the air.

Being “stared at” by the blind old man, Lu Wu recalled the information she had gathered earlier.

The villagers were all ordinary mortals.

When the aura of a mortal intertwined with ghostly energy, it really gave off the feeling of some hidden-story final boss.

If I beat the boss, would that clear the village?

Lu Wu’s imagination ran wild, leaving her silent for a moment. Meanwhile, Lou Xiaotian was busy stuffing his face.

Compared to Boss Lu’s jianbing, the one he had made earlier was nothing more than a lump of garbage. He desperately needed this level of deliciousness to cleanse his taste buds.

The scene suddenly fell quiet.

“What are you selling?”

The old man broke the strange atmosphere by speaking first.

“Jianbing. Would you like one, Grandpa?”

“They’re really delicious.”

As a vendor, one had to warmly welcome every potential customer.

Pushing aside her fanciful thoughts, Lu Wu performed a classic scene—

Smiling at a blind man.

The gray eyeballs in the old man’s sockets shifted slightly. The cloudy white film covering them sent chills down one’s spine.

Seeing the old man apparently playing a game of “One, Two, Three, Freeze” with her, Lu Wu pointed at Lou Xiaotian.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

As she spoke, she kicked Lou Xiaotian, signaling him to step up.

“Oh! Right!”

Lou Xiaotian snapped out of it, wiped his mouth, and wore an expression of lingering satisfaction.

He had made the same mistake as Lu Wu.

The old man couldn’t see his passionate performance.

After receiving a glare from Lu Wu, Lou Xiaotian chuckled and resumed his duties as Toolman No. 2.

Since Qin No. 1 wasn’t around, he had to carry the team.

“Grandpa, Boss Lu really isn’t lying to you. This jianbing is amazing.”

“Boss Lu uses only top-quality ingredients. Once this high-grade wheat batter is grilled, the aroma is incredible.”

“And the texture? Absolutely unbeatable.”

“The outer layer is chewy and springy, while the inside is crispy. Every bite goes crunch.”

The more he talked, the more excited he became. Lou Xiaotian walked over to the old man, threw an arm around his shoulders, and continued his sales pitch.

“Especially Boss Lu’s sweet-spicy sauce. I’m telling you, every other sauce out there is trash compared to it. It smells so good it nearly knocked me unconscious.”

“When you bite into it and the sauce flows out, you’ll even lick the sauce off your fingers clean.”

Growing increasingly animated, he even patted the old man’s shoulder, causing him to stumble.

Just from his tone, anyone could tell how much Lou Xiaotian loved the jianbing.

Seeing this extroverted masterpiece in action, Lu Wu gave him a thumbs-up.

I’ve learned. I’ve truly learned.

“Grandpa, meeting is fate. How about this? This jianbing is on me. If you like it, come back later.”

“Boss Lu, what are you waiting for? Start cooking!”

“Make five. Four of them are mine.”

The wealthy young master waved his hand grandly and placed spirit stones on the stall.

The old man’s attempt to refuse was completely ignored by Lou Xiaotian.

A rich man’s generosity didn’t care whether you wanted it or not.

Lu Wu said nothing.

She simply kept waving the jianbing spatula.

After ten minutes of practice, Lu Wu presented the fruits of her labor. Lou Xiaotian placed a freshly made jianbing into the old man’s hands.

“Give it a try.”

“Careful, it’s hot.”

Lou Xiaotian kindly reminded him.

Though the old man couldn’t see, he could feel the warmth of the pancake in his hands.

The fragrance of wheat and eggs drifted through the air, making his already empty stomach churn hungrily.

His body’s honest reaction filled his face with a complicated expression.

After a long sigh, his lips moved slightly.

“Thank you.”

“No need. Go ahead and eat.”

Bringing the jianbing closer, the old man could also smell the sesame seeds, the scallions, and the unique aroma of the sweet-spicy sauce.

It was a scent he had never experienced before.

His greedy stomach urged him to hurry and eat.

Amid the clean fragrance of wheat, the old man slowly opened his mouth and took an experimental bite.

Crunch!

A crisp sound rang out.

The young man hadn’t been exaggerating.

The pancake offered both softness and crispness at the same time.

What moved the old man most was the sauce.

The thick, silky sauce coated the pancake and gradually infused every ingredient wrapped inside with its flavor.

Sweetness came first.

Spiciness followed.

The sweetness wasn’t cloying.

The spice wasn’t overwhelming.

The rich layers of flavor completely awakened the old man’s appetite.

No further encouragement was needed.

He began eating in large mouthfuls.

A few crumbs fell.

The old man casually caught them and tossed them into his mouth, smacking his lips afterward.

That single move stunned the two spectators.

An expert!

Seeing the old man’s expression of enjoyment, Lu Wu gave Lou Xiaotian a look that clearly said, Well done.

The sun rose in the east, casting endless rays of morning light.

The gloomy, dilapidated Little Sea Village that had seemed so dark in the night was now draped in a beautiful golden glow, dispelling much of its cold and sinister atmosphere.

More villagers emerged from their homes.

The villagers living near the eastern entrance were drawn by the aroma, yet none approached.

Instead, they stood quietly at the village entrance, gazing toward the stall.

Their faces carried curiosity—

And a lifeless stillness that Lu Wu couldn’t understand.

Several children clung to the hands of their elders, peeking out from behind them with innocent eyes as they looked toward the outsiders.

The adults, however, wore expressions filled with grief.

Though only a dozen meters separated them, Lu Wu felt as though they existed in two entirely different worlds.

The sense of isolation couldn’t be explained merely by the word closed-off.

Such an intense contradiction had transformed into invisible chains that bound the entire village.

A prison drawn upon the ground.

That phrase suddenly came to Lu Wu’s mind.

“Grandpa…”

Lou Xiaotian opened his mouth, wanting to ask something.

But the old man raised his head.

Though he couldn’t see, he always seemed uncannily perceptive.

“Don’t ask.”

Two words immediately shut Lou Xiaotian up.

At this moment, the old man’s face held a complexity even Lu Wu couldn’t decipher.

Perhaps shock.

Perhaps sudden enlightenment mixed with a trace of melancholy.

“This pancake…”

His voice was very soft.

Lu Wu thought he disliked it.

Then, unexpectedly, the old man laughed.

“I see now. So that’s how it is.”

The smile was bitter and heavy.

“Little girl, this pancake of yours is indeed the finest pancake I’ve ever eaten.”

“But don’t come here again.”

As if understanding Lu Wu’s confusion, the old man straightened up and looked toward the village.

His tone returned to calmness.

“They won’t buy your pancakes.”

With those words, he carried the remaining half of the pancake and walked back toward the village.

Once the old man returned, the villagers withdrew their gazes and dispersed.

Only the old man remained, seated at the village entrance.

Motionless.

Like a statue devoid of sorrow or joy, quietly guarding the entire village.

Yet…

Was it protection?

Or imprisonment?

As an outsider, Lu Wu couldn’t tell.

“Wait, that’s it? He just left?”

“Has everyone already had breakfast? Come on, at least buy something!”

Lou Xiaotian shouted, desperately trying to retain potential customers.

But none of the villagers looked back.

His grand plan of using the old man to help Boss Lu make a successful debut in the village had failed miserably.

“How can they do this?!”

Having been freeloaded off, Lou Xiaotian felt deeply wronged.

A cold wind brushed against their faces, bringing a faint sting.

Feeling the warmth of the fire, Lu Wu rubbed her cheeks.

This weather…

It’s really cold.