CFSMS -Chapter 127 I Want to File a Complaint!

“I’m telling you, Uncle Hua, don’t get mad.”

Cheng Yang chuckled awkwardly. Only after seeing Uncle Hua nod did he stammer out:

“I went grave-robbing.”

“Grave-robbing? Whose grave did you rob?”

Uncle Hua’s voice instantly shot up an octave. He stared at Cheng Yang in shock, never expecting such an honest kid to do something so morally bankrupt.

“My own grave.”

The worry in Uncle Hua’s heart was halfway to settling down when—

Cheng Yang smiled shyly.

“And yours too, Uncle Hua.”

The heart that had just started to relax died completely.

“You brat! I’ll beat you to death!”

Without another word, Uncle Hua launched into a barrage of punches and smacks. Feeling guilty, Cheng Yang didn’t dare fight back and could only run around with his head covered.

Only after the two had gotten far away from the main group did Uncle Hua finally stop.

“Enough with the act. I wasn’t even hitting that hard.”

Back at the pancake stall, the villagers had paused their crying thanks to the pair’s friendly exchange. Looking at their faces, however, they were pale as ghosts.

Oh right, they actually were ghosts.

Never mind then.

“Kid, how many spirit stones are left in my grave?”

Uncle Hua asked, his emotions a tangled mess.

“There are still quite a lot. I didn’t take much.”

Cheng Yang gestured with his hands, earning a glare from Uncle Hua that was half amusement and half annoyance.

But after smiling for a moment, Uncle Hua fell silent.

Standing there quietly, he could still taste the savory sauce from the pancake on his tongue. What filled his heart was both the relief of waking from a long dream and an indescribable sense of loss.

“We ghosts shouldn’t keep causing trouble for the living.”

“We’ve already burdened people enough. I’m not thick-skinned enough to continue.”

“Take me to the graveyard.”

With a long sigh, Uncle Hua forced himself to perk up and followed Cheng Yang.

He planned to dig out all the spirit stones remaining in his grave.

As for the villagers, every last one of them was getting a pancake.

Something this delicious had to be shared.

When a person got ruthless enough, even their own grave wasn’t safe.

The snack stall was lively as ever.

The customers first poured out their grievances to Lu Wu, then begged her to add extra toppings to their pancakes.

The stories were dramatic enough that Lu Wu thoroughly enjoyed listening to them, but extra toppings were out of the question.

Treating everyone equally, she ignored the pitiful looks in the customers’ eyes.

“Fellow Daoist Feng, this garlic sauce of mine is seriously spicy. One bite and it’ll blow your mind. Don’t believe me? Smell it.”

One particularly mischievous male customer, having just finished a garlic-sauce pancake, sneaked up to a female cultivator and deliberately spoke right in front of her face.

A wave of pungent garlic breath drifted over.

The female cultivator, who hated the smell of garlic, slapped him square across the face.

“I’ll be back!”

Whoosh!

The man flew into the sky, leaving behind a classic one-liner.

Spoonful after spoonful of batter spread across the griddle.

The fragrance of wheat lingered in the air.

Golden, crispy pancakes were handed out one after another, and customers immediately started arguing over whose chosen flavor was the best.

Lu Wu’s latest experiment—wasabi sauce—received unanimous praise.

The sauce was a vibrant green, entirely handmade and free of any “technology and additives.”

Its smooth texture and fresh botanical aroma won over many female cultivators before they even tasted it.

But the moment it entered their mouths, they finally experienced the true power of wasabi.

It was an exceptionally fresh kind of spiciness.

Before their taste buds could fully appreciate its delicate flavor, the sharp sensation had already shot from their noses straight to the tops of their heads.

Unlike chili peppers, wasabi didn’t burn the mouth.

The heat didn’t last long, but it hit hard.

The first-time wasabi eaters all shed sparkling tears.

Look at that.

They were crying because it was so delicious.

The novel sauce gave the cultivators of the Qingyuan World a small but memorable shock.

Satisfied, Lu Wu continued working.

When Cheng Yang and Uncle Hua finally returned, they found a group of cultivators eating pancakes while wiping tears from their eyes and hissing from the spice.

These weren’t villagers from Little Sea Village.

Unable to make sense of it, the two noticed that only a handful of people remained in line and quickly joined the queue.

They had spent half the day digging graves and were covered in dirt from head to toe.

To avoid being disliked by the other customers, they deliberately stood at the very back.

Yet they still received strange looks.

Again.

And again.

Standing in the sunlight, Cheng Yang felt the gazes of numerous customers sweeping over him.

For some reason, it felt like he had been taken advantage of a thousand times over.

“What are you looking at?”

Uncle Hua wasn’t nearly as patient and immediately snapped.

They were ghosts now.

What was there to be afraid of?

“You don’t know?”

A kind-hearted customer looked at their bewildered expressions and explained:

“The line’s almost empty because Boss Lu ran out of batter. Even if you keep waiting, you won’t get a pancake.”

That’s right.

Lu Wu had once again underestimated just how much her customers could eat.

Everyone claimed one pancake wasn’t enough.

Two pancakes wouldn’t fill them up.

Three pancakes weren’t enough to share.

Four pancakes weren’t enough for lunch…

In short, they came up with every excuse imaginable to buy more.

Even after Lu Wu imposed a limit of five pancakes per person, she still couldn’t keep up with the flood of customers.

By the third day of the stall’s operation, even the farthest customers had arrived.

Business was hotter than it had been on the previous two days combined.

After working nonstop until her back ached, Lu Wu looked up and found herself staring into two faces that looked as though the sky had fallen.

Cheng Yang and Uncle Hua.

The two directed resentful gazes at her, launching a full-scale mental attack.

Lu Wu failed to withstand it.

Her hand trembled.

A spoonful of batter fell onto the ground.

Splatt.

The bustling crowd instantly became much quieter.

Seeing the redness gathering at the corner of the final customer’s eyes, Lu Wu hurried to make amends.

“Ahem, sorry about that. It was an accident. Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you two pancakes for free, alright?”

After running her stall for so long, she had only rarely done business at a loss.

“But what am I supposed to do now?”

The customer rubbed his eyes and spoke in a choked voice.

“I bought five pancakes. One for my wife, one for me, one for each of my parents… Now I can’t divide them properly.”

“I want to file a complaint!”

A grown man.

Crying on the spot.

What was he supposed to do?

If his wife didn’t get one, he’d be sleeping in the study tonight.

If his parents didn’t get one, he’d be scolded for being unfilial.

Lu Wu opened her mouth.

She really wanted to say:

Then just eat one less yourself.

But seeing the man sobbing so pitifully, she didn’t dare.

A customer complaint was serious business.

She had to salvage the situation somehow.

Lu Wu cast pleading glances at the surrounding customers.

She clearly remembered that many of them had bought all five pancakes for themselves.

Surely one of them could sell her a single pancake?

The moment her gaze landed on them, the customers collectively looked away.

Boss Lu, it’s not that we don’t want to help.

Ask for spirit stones and we’ll throw money at you.

Ask for pancakes?

Absolutely not.

“Um… I’ll compensate him.”

In the end, it was Uncle Hua who awkwardly pulled out a perfectly preserved pancake from his robes.

Beside him, Cheng Yang’s expression changed.

Since when had Uncle Hua become so crafty?

The man was secretly stockpiling food?

“I just… wasn’t full earlier.”

Uncle Hua explained quietly.

After all, the batter had only fallen because they startled Boss Lu.

Otherwise, he would never have revealed his hidden reserve.

The complaint was successfully resolved.

The customer immediately retracted his crocodile tears and happily accepted the pancake.

The remaining four pancakes were carefully packed away.

When he got home, he’d simply claim that he had only managed to buy four.

That way, he could secretly eat an extra one himself, and his family would never know.

He was a genius!

Chomp, chomp.

Stolen pancakes really did taste better.