CFSMS -Chapter 15 One Bun Turns Two People Against Their Cause

Seeing what the two had done, many people suddenly wore expressions of realization.

How had they not thought of that?

“Brother, want to cooperate?”

The customers waiting in line began forming alliances. To make sure they could try every flavor, complete strangers instantly became sworn brothers.

“Of course.”

Before long, two-person alliances were popping up everywhere.

One pair of brothers who had been arguing just moments ago immediately reconciled, throwing arms around each other’s shoulders with remarkable affection.

“Big Brother, you’re the best brother ever. If we work together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

“Little Brother, you’re the brother I trust most. I promise I’ll never betray you.”

Their eyes met, tears glistening at the corners.

After all, what life-and-death grudge could exist between brothers?

Lu Wu was already used to scenes like this.

The customer before her now was a young boy asking for two red bean paste buns.

Faint dark spots dotted his face, making him look somewhat less attractive.

Yet a closer look revealed excellent features underneath. If those spots disappeared, he would be quite the handsome young man.

“Sister Lu, thank you.”

The boy thanked her, his eyes full of gratitude.

Though he was a boy, he still cared greatly about his appearance.

It was Sister Lu’s buns that had given him hope of recovering.

“I should be the one thanking you for liking my buns.”

A faint smile appeared in Lu Wu’s eyes.

In truth, she had noticed quite a few customers in the line with similar dark spots on their faces.

Judging by his age and the way he occasionally communicated with his companions, Lu Wu realized these youths were yesterday’s masked individuals.

Her gaze swept across the spots on his face before she thought for a moment and said,

“Would you like to switch to a crab roe bun? The effect is the same.”

Even with different recipes, there were only two possible effects.

One enhanced virility.

The other reduced blemishes.

The crab roe bun belonged to the latter category.

“Yes!”

The boy swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.

He had long been coveting the other fillings. Even if he could only try one, he would still be delighted.

Seeing the joy blooming across his face, Lu Wu packed the buns for him.

As soon as he got them, the young boy hurriedly informed his companions of the news.

Several pairs of sparkling eyes turned toward Lu Wu, filled with gratitude, making her smile.

Young people really were easy to please.

A chair had been placed outside the entrance of Hundred Flowers House.

Old Master Li sat there holding two buns, eating while peeking at the courtesans inside.

“Old Master Li, come join us!”

One customer approached the doorway and called out to him. He held a bun in his hand but wasn’t eating it.

Inside Hundred Flowers House, buns were now more useful than spirit stones.

If someone was willing to offer two buns, the courtesans would even give them a fifty-percent discount for the night.

“Get lost.”

Faced with the teasing, Old Master Li maintained a serious expression.

“I’m not like you. Don’t insult me like that.”

Despite his tough words, he was crying internally.

If he really put in the effort, he could still prove that old age hadn’t weakened him. But he was afraid his late wife—the tigress he’d spent a lifetime fearing—might crawl out of her grave and beat him up.

“Go have your fun.”

Old Master Li rolled his eyes irritably.

“Hehe…”

The customer grinned and went inside.

Old Master Li then shifted his attention toward the street entrance.

A brother and sister had arrived.

A smile remained on his face, but his eyes turned cold.

The people from the Hidden Spirit Sect still hadn’t given up?

Did they really want their sect wiped out?

“Brother, it’s up to you.”

The pair failed to notice Old Master Li’s death stare. The younger sister nudged her brother forward, signaling him to hurry over.

As the saying went, know yourself and know your enemy.

They weren’t here to take action.

They were here to gather intelligence.

…Or rather, to infiltrate the enemy.

No, actually, to join them.

The sect had investigated Boss Lu extensively, yet every result pointed to the same conclusion:

She was completely ordinary.

Aside from her cooking skills, there was nothing special about her.

Yet powerful experts protected her.

To uncover her true background, they could only risk coming personally.

“Let’s line up first.”

The brother looked at the slowly advancing queue ahead.

Not daring to reveal their identities, they could only blend in with the crowd.

The siblings perked up their ears, hoping to overhear useful information.

Unfortunately, all the customers talked about was buns.

“Brother, I’m hungry.”

The younger sister rubbed her stomach.

The Hidden Spirit Sect’s finances had been poor lately—negative growth, to be precise—and she hadn’t been eating very well.

“When you’re outside, always remember your identity. Don’t do anything embarrassing.”

The brother lectured her while secretly pressing a hand against his own stomach.

He was hungry too.

As cultivators, their senses were extremely sharp.

They had smelled the buns all the way from the street entrance.

The aroma had already awakened the glutton inside them, but they could only endure it.

The two waited and waited.

After nearly half an hour, their turn finally arrived.

At that very moment, Old Master Li straightened his back and stared at them without blinking.

The Grand Elder of the Bun Sect was here.

Who dared cause trouble?

“Boss, we’re together. One of each flavor.”

The brother forced a gentle smile.

“Sorry, you two. Only the chive-and-egg buns and red bean paste buns are left.”

Business was simply too good.

There weren’t many buns remaining.

Compared to the vegetarian fillings, customers clearly preferred the meat ones.

“Then we’ll take two of each.”

While Lu Wu packaged the buns, the brother carefully observed her.

Lu Wu belonged to the delicate and elegant type.

But in the Qingyuan World, where beauties could be found everywhere, she wasn’t particularly stunning.

There were no fluctuations of spiritual energy around her.

Her clothing and appearance were also completely ordinary.

Yet somehow, a humble bun stall owner like her had ruined their plans.

That was something they had never anticipated.

Unable to find a single flaw, the brother developed a headache.

“Customer, they’re ready.”

Looking up and seeing him staring blankly at her, Lu Wu didn’t think much of it.

She had already noticed that the gazes of these customers weren’t exactly innocent.

Every one of them was after her buns.

“Ah, right.”

The brother responded and gave his sister a look.

Taking their food, they didn’t leave, instead stopping only a few steps away to eat.

Many customers did the same, so they weren’t worried about attracting attention.

“Brother, I want the red bean bun.”

It was this very red bean bun that had caused their plan to fail.

Grinding her little silver teeth together, the sister treated the bun like a mortal enemy and took a huge bite.

“Ahwooo—!”

She cried out, opening her mouth and hopping around wildly.

She had been burned.

And astonished.

“The buns just came out of the steamer. They’re a little hot. Please eat carefully.”

Having noticed, Lu Wu kindly offered a reminder.

“Mhm, mhm…”

The sister nodded absentmindedly.

Her attention was no longer on Lu Wu.

Burned?

What was a little burn to a cultivator?

Her mouth stuffed full, she grabbed her brother’s arm.

Forgetting to restrain her strength, she pinched hard enough to make him suck in a breath.

“If it’s too hot, spit it out.”

The brother complained.

Wasn’t she just asking for suffering?

As he spoke, he leisurely split his own bun apart to let it cool before preparing to take a bite.

Whoosh!

A hand flashed past.

The brother, who had just bitten into empty air, discovered that his sister had stolen his bun and was now eyeing the remaining ones in his hands with obvious intent.

“Brother, I don’t think completing the mission is absolutely necessary.”

Through voice transmission, she spoke while he stared at her in confusion.

“Brother, you’ll understand once you taste it.”

So he did.

And immediately understood what she meant.

Boss Lu’s cooking truly deserved all the praise people gave it.

Even he had been conquered by the bun in his hands.

When food reached a certain level of deliciousness, the person eating it could actually feel happiness.

And that sense of happiness was exactly what the siblings had been pursuing all along.

So he wavered.