CFSMS -Chapter 139 Was it a Dragon Running Off the Rails or an Octopus Cheating on Its Partner?

Lu Wu’s hamburger buns turned out to be a huge success, which filled her with confidence as she went out to set up her stall again.

Time: Noon.
Location: Beach.
Character: Lu Wu.

With all three elements in place, Lu Wu looked at the endless sea, then at the completely empty beach with not a single person in sight, and pulled her clothes tighter around herself.

A bit cold.

The sea breeze blew and blew—my pride, my reckless freedom.

Lu Wu really wanted to sing a song, but unfortunately, she was hopelessly tone-deaf.

A few of the “tool people” had rushed out early that morning, seemingly to form a party and go dungeon raiding together, leaving Lu Wu all alone.

But… why wasn’t there anyone here?

She clearly remembered that when she passed by this beach before, there had been many people laughing and playing on the sand.

So when the quest refreshed, she hadn’t been worried about progress at all.

She had even kept things mysterious for those “tool people,” waiting for their shocked reactions later.

Who would’ve thought reality would hit her so hard. Could she still take it back now?

In fact, not only were the tool people surprised—many others were too.

On a cliff not far from the beach, a group of people stared down at the lone figure on the shore, full of questions.

“Wasn’t there a barrier set here? How did she get in?”

“She looks familiar… isn’t that Boss Lu?”

“That can’t be. Didn’t Boss Lu say she never stalls in the same place twice?”

“The entrance of Xiaohai Village and the Yunhai Beach are two different places,” someone argued earnestly.

“It really is Boss Lu.”

The four “tool people” huddled together, whispering, and from their eye contact, it was clear they were thinking the same thing.

They had planned to come find Boss Lu after finishing things here—but she had come to them instead.

As for how she got here—

That brings us to a certain overly indulgent “Old Li” next door.

What sea tribe? What barrier?

“My precious granddaughter wants to go there, so of course she goes.”

With a casual wave, he had quietly broken the barrier. Easy.

“Master, what do we do?” someone asked Single Han Zhi.

Today was the day the sea tribe was supposed to come ashore. To avoid complications or disasters, they had notified residents not to come to the beach and even set up a barrier as precaution.

Who would’ve thought Boss Lu would still somehow show up.

Although the question was directed at Single Ji, Single Han Zhi’s eyes never left Lu Wu.

Yesterday she only had a bun—but Boss Lu said that was just part of what she would be selling today.

She always spoke in riddles, and they were very much looking forward to it.

Normally she would have already rushed over, but today there was serious business.

“Will the sea tribe attack Boss Lu?”

“They shouldn’t… unless they want war.”

Others voiced their opinions.

Under the leadership of the city lord and his disciples, the entire city lord’s manor had never met anyone who hadn’t tasted Lu Wu’s small pancakes.

That flavor lingered on the tongue and in the heart.

Single Ji hesitated for a moment, then waved her hand.

“Leave it be.”

The senior must be here. Maybe everything had already been arranged. There was no need for her to worry.

And the ones equally confused were the sea tribe.

Somewhere beneath the ocean surface, a group of sea folk gathered.

They had mostly human-like forms, all strikingly handsome or beautiful. Fish fins at their ears swayed gently in the water, shimmering in vivid colors.

Gills on their necks opened and closed as they breathed.

These were ordinary sea tribes.

“Why isn’t anyone coming to greet us? Did the message not get delivered?”

“It was delivered. Even the city lord replied.”

“Only one person? Are they underestimating us?”

“Damn it, are they looking down on the sea tribe? I’ll go up and rip that little girl’s neck off for fish feed!”

An especially hot-tempered sea tribe member was about to rush ashore and deal with Lu Wu on the spot—but someone stopped him.

A figure stood there, wearing all green, carrying a matching green turtle shell on his back, stroking a tiny goatee on his chin as he pondered.

“Maybe they’re trying to give us a show of force. Don’t mind it.”

“Remember our goal—we’re here to negotiate. Be polite. Try to get better terms.”

“Once we go ashore, no one is allowed to act.”

“Of course, if they push the sea tribe too far, we don’t need to endure it either. Just fight.”

If Lu Wu were here, she would definitely exclaim that this guy—no, this turtle—looked like he was cosplaying the Prime Minister Turtle.

The turtle’s words quickly calmed the group.

The surrounding seawater rippled. The pressure of the deep sea was nothing unusual to them.

He looked at the leading sea tribe member.

“Your Highness, let’s go up. We’ll know the truth once we try.”

“Alright.”

The “prince” responded and led the way upward.

Unlike the others, he had no fins on his ears. Hidden beneath his hair on both sides were small bulges, and beneath his robes, several restless tentacles occasionally slipped out.

An octopus.

The sea tribe prince was an octopus.

Whether it was a dragon running off the rails or an octopus cheating on its partner—no one knew.

Only science could explain it… maybe in a two-episode special.

……

On the shore, after the initial shock, Lu Wu could only accept this disastrous opening.

A food stall needs food—otherwise how would customers even know what you’re selling?

And the best way to spread food awareness is through smell.

Luosifen (river snail rice noodles) easily took the crown.

“Stinky baby, one bowl of snail noodles please~”

Lu Wu hung up the sign and looked at the slogan, reluctantly praising the system’s naming sense.

System: Please feed me peanuts.

Below it was another line:

“Three meals a day with no worries—if you want to eat, try Old Eight’s Secret Burger.”

Tsk. This was basically designed to randomly disgust some elementary school kid somewhere.

As for pricing, even the boss herself had to complain:

“How do you even have the face to sell this so expensive?!”

Both items were 50 mid-grade spirit stones per serving, no discount even if you bought two.

Combined with this desolate stall location, Lu Wu seriously doubted whether she could complete her mission.

But since she was already here, she might as well get started.

She rolled up her sleeves and began cooking the snail noodles.

Since they were snail noodles, snails were essential.

The river snails she bought yesterday had been left overnight to purge sand. This morning she shelled them and extracted the meat.

The soil and water of this world really were good—for both people and snails.

The snails were plump and full, the meat tender and juicy at a glance.

Lu Wu had already prepared a rich pork bone broth the day before. A deep pot was kept simmering over flame, the snail meat inside fully cooked and now set aside.

The simple bowl of snail broth was overflowing with umami, releasing an overwhelmingly aggressive aroma in all directions.

Lu Wu didn’t care—because something even more aggressive was coming later.

The glass-like flame that could normally burn heaven and earth was being obediently used as an ordinary cooking fire.

With no customers around, Big Yellow lay beside Lu Wu’s legs, tail gently brushing her skirt, while Fire Fire had no need to manage order and flew high above the sea, joyfully sighing:

“Chirp chirp!”

“The sea… why is it all water?”

Lu Wu, treating her child’s lack of education with indulgence, nodded seriously.

“Good poem. Very good poem.”

And with that, she casually dropped the rice noodles into boiling water.