CFSMS -Chapter 146 What Kind of Human-World Little Chili Is This?

“Damn, this is so spicy.”

“Boss Lu, are you giving out chili for free or what?”

“I can handle spicy food, this is nothing… okay fine, sorry, I lied, I can’t, oh my god, it’s killing me!”

As the diners gradually tasted the luosifen, they finally understood what “human-world little chili” meant.

One bite made them drenched in sweat, two bites and they were practically seeing their ancestors.

Those bright red chilies made it clear for the first time that Boss Lu’s food wasn’t something just anyone could handle.

Did anyone give up?

Not a single one.

Even those who couldn’t handle spice were still unwilling to put down their chopsticks, alternating between noodles and water as they suffered.

There was no helping it—because it was too delicious.

That sour, crisp, and fresh flavor was completely addictive.

The plump river snails had a chewy texture, and the richly flavored broth soaked deep into every ingredient.

Even the much-criticized pickled bamboo shoots turned out to have a unique charm.

Later on, some people even got used to that “strange smell,” and after repeated tasting, they still found it refreshingly new.

Compared to the overwhelming impact of luosifen, the crab-yolk burger became a savior for those who couldn’t eat spicy food.

Soft bread hugged a juicy meat patty.

When the patty was seared, juices could be seen bursting out under pressure, and the tender texture carried the rich umami of crab roe, making it impossible to stop eating.

The sauce and ingredients blended perfectly, with no hint of fishiness—only an addictive savory richness.

The flavor of the crab-yolk burger quietly bloomed on the tongue. It wasn’t as flashy as luosifen, but in its silence, it still drew many diners’ attention away.

After seeing the earlier “casualties,” some truly non-spicy diners reluctantly gave up on luosifen and turned to the crab-yolk burger instead.

By the seaside, slurping noodles and eating burgers.

The laughter of diners and the curling smoke painted a warm, lively scene that caught the attention of the seafolk.

Today, Long Zhang dressed very low-key.

He didn’t want others to treat him differently because of his identity as the sea clan prince.

To ensure his octopus tentacles wouldn’t accidentally slip out, he tied them up and hid them under his robe hem.

This made his walking look a bit strange.

A sort of wobbling sway.

Combined with the yellow robe he somehow found, the moment Lu Wu saw him, she thought a little spirit duck had arrived.

“Quack!”

Noticing he had been seen, Long Zhang got nervous, and the greeting he intended turned into an actual duck sound.

Had he changed species again overnight?

“What would you like to eat today?”

Thinking of yesterday’s big pearls, Lu Wu smiled professionally—her smile so standard it looked almost mechanical.

Eight teeth gleamed blindingly under the sun.

“Everything. Three of each.”

Last night he had a good discussion with Qin Zhan about experience. Qin Zhan told him that when buying from Boss Lu, you must not hesitate.

Move too slow, and it’s gone.

If there’s no purchase limit, you must buy as much as possible at once. With so many diners, there’s no chance to come back again the same day.

Long Zhang trusted his newly acknowledged “younger brother.”

By the way, at five hundred years old, he had proudly become the “older brother.”

“Alright, just a moment.”

Lu Wu signaled for him to wait.

The burger buns were being warmed; their milky aroma made them seem delicious enough to eat alone.

The meat patties sizzled into a mouthwatering brown, slightly crisped at the edges. With a light press of the spatula, Long Zhang saw juices seep out and drip into the pan with a sizzling sound.

Gulp.

He swallowed.

The city lord had warmly hosted them yesterday, preparing many dishes.

They were good.

But compared to Boss Lu’s cooking, something always felt missing.

Originally, the two sides were supposed to continue discussions today—but he couldn’t resist and snuck out.

Anyway, he only provided military strength. The brainwork was handled by the turtle prime minister.

Just then, the turtle prime minister’s voice sounded beside him.

“Your Highness, let’s share a table.”

Today, even the huge shell on his back had been hidden.

But he still wore green clothes and a matching hat.

He said it was his favorite color.

“Ah?”

Long Zhang was confused.

Why was the turtle prime minister here?

“I sneaked out. The shark doctor is there. If anything major comes up, I’ll rush back.”

The turtle prime minister was calm.

The main plan had already been drawn up yesterday; the remaining details wouldn’t affect the overall direction. It was fine if he didn’t oversee everything.

“Ah, Prime Minister, are you calling me?”

From the next table, the shark doctor—busy eating—turned around when he heard his name.

His mouth was greasy, clearly enjoying himself. Looking at the pile of empty bowls on his table… he had already eaten more than anyone else.

“Wasn’t the crab maid supposed to stay behind?”

Under the reproachful gazes of his superiors, the shark doctor scratched his head and grinned.

He was a doctor—what did he know about strategy? Rather than overthinking, better to eat another bowl of luosifen.

Slurp!

Another big mouthful.

He was strangely talented at using chopsticks and already quite skilled.

The crab maid?

Eh, whatever.

The turtle prime minister felt slightly relieved.

“Hey, Prime Minister, you’re late. I’m already full.”

Nearby, the crab maid strolled over, holding her skirt and wiping her lips with a handkerchief. She rubbed her rounded belly with a satisfied expression.

A meeting?

No idea.

No one stopped her when she came, so she just ate first.

……

The turtle prime minister fell silent.

He was starting to wonder—if the sea clan treated everything so casually, what if the humans suddenly betrayed them?

If this cooperation collapsed just because of food obsession, how could he ever face the Dragon King and the Dragon Queen again?

“Crime? What crime?”

Qin Zhan, still chewing on a crab-yolk burger despite being full, continued eating.

No helping it—the burger was too good.

As expected of “Old Eight Lu’s” secret recipe.

Even if his stomach was full, his brain refused to give up.

Body in conflict, he chose to listen to his brain.

Cultivators don’t die from overeating anyway.

Thud!

Not far away, a cultivator suddenly rolled his eyes and collapsed.

This startled everyone around.

“Hey, are you trying to scam Boss Lu or something?”

The first reaction wasn’t food poisoning—it was someone trying to frame Lu Wu.

Before anyone could investigate, Lu Wu quietly wondered: did she succeed?

“Don’t worry, just overeaten.”

After checking his pulse, Doctor Jiang Yunhe calmly confirmed the diagnosis.

He fed the man a pill, and soon the cultivator woke up.

After hearing what happened, the man wasn’t even panicked.

“Oh, so that’s why I felt like my body was going to explode. I just ate too much.”

“Doctor Jiang, that pill you gave me was for digestion, right?”

After getting a nod, he immediately picked up his half-bowl of luosifen and kept slurping.

If he wasn’t dead, he might as well keep eating to death.

Besides, the moment he said he couldn’t finish, the people around him would swarm in and take his leftovers.

What hygiene? What refusing shared food? What “leftovers belong to dogs”?

All those conditions were instantly cured in front of Boss Lu’s food.

Dog Protagonist: “Woof woof woof!”

Leftovers?

Even dogs wouldn’t eat them.

Boss Lu’s leftovers, though—dogs would fight for them.