CFSMS -Chapter 21 Tender Tofu Is Best Eaten Hot

“What do you mean not working? There was no reaction at all.”

“You have no idea. A while ago, that Sect Master even changed his face and came to our brothel looking for one of my sisters to serve him. But once he got into bed, he turned out to be completely useless. Looked impressive, but couldn’t perform at all.”

“What’s even funnier is that he has a birthmark on his butt. He changed his face, but the birthmark was still there. My sister recognized him immediately.”

“I had such a hard time acting that night.”

“I practically racked my brains trying to keep up the act. The money I earned wasn’t even enough to cover my emotional damages.”

As she spoke, the girl wiped at the corner of her eye as if grieving for her “sister.”

Only, the way her self-reference had quietly shifted from “my sister” to “me” made it very clear who the protagonist of this story really was.

The courtesans had it tough sometimes too.

Crack, crack.

Lu Wu munched enthusiastically on the melon seeds that Miss Furong had given her, eating with great delight.

Tell us more. The juicier the gossip, the better.

“Y-You’ve gone too far!”

Elder Huang, sprawled on the ground, saw his Sect Master’s secrets being exposed in public. His old face turned bright red with shame.

Trembling, he raised a hand as if to curse everyone out, but some kind passerby happened to step on that hand.

Lu Wu thought she heard the sound of bones cracking.

“Our Huang Fist Sect will never let this go!”

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Elder Huang roared his threat.

His bloodshot eyes swept over the crowd with chilling hatred. It was obvious he still refused to give up.

A burst of spiritual energy suddenly smashed into his head with several loud bangs, knocking him unconscious for good.

“Boss Lu, don’t worry. Within Little River Town’s territory, absolutely no bullying through power and influence will be allowed.”

Lou Batian patted his chest and made his guarantee, clearly afraid Lu Wu might abandon the town because of this incident.

Without those delicious buns, his family life would descend into chaos.

“I trust the Town Lord.”

Lu Wu nodded solemnly.

With the buns sold out and the gossip finished, Lu Wu packed up and headed home.

It was still early. Lying on her bed, she browsed the RealmNet, laughing so hard at some entertaining posts that she rolled around.

One headline caught her eye:

“Why Would a Sect Master Resort to Forceful Seizure?”

Clicking in, she found tonight’s Huang Fist Sect scandal. The comments below were filled with merciless ridicule.

Lu Wu joined in and typed a few “hahahahas” of her own.

Then she refreshed.

Good grief—the comments were gone.

Was the cultivation world using comment suppression now too?

Feeling that the waters of the internet ran deep, Lu Wu soon spotted another domineering headline.

“As an Elder of the Bun Sect, I hereby declare: Those Who Offend the Bun Sect Shall Be Hunted Down No Matter How Far They Flee!”

The overwhelmingly cringe-worthy title made Lu Wu shudder all over, and she immediately scrolled past.

If she remembered correctly, the Bun Sect was a newly emerged cult. Recently there seemed to be more and more news about them, always talking about wiping out enemies completely.

Definitely not something to provoke.

Pleasant time always passed quickly.

An hour later, Lu Wu began nodding off. Reluctantly, she put away the RealmNet and went to sleep.

Ever since the bun stall had become famous, a crowd of customers would gather and wait for Lu Wu every time she came out to sell.

The mission progressed smoothly, and Lu Wu had made quite a tidy profit.

The seven-day deadline set by the system had reached its final day.

Only when the sun was already high in the sky did Lu Wu get out of bed and begin processing ingredients diligently.

Since it was the last day, she decided to prepare a larger variety of buns to thank both new and returning customers.

It was her biggest production run yet.

By the time she finished handling all the ingredients and fillings, she hadn’t even had time to experiment with any new flavors.

When she finally hurried to her usual stall location, she discovered that the entire alley was packed to the brim.

The moment she appeared, she naturally became the center of attention.

Under countless gazes, Lu Wu had already learned to remain calm as she walked in.

“Fresh buns for sale!”

She greeted her customers and hung up the menu.

“Spicy Kidney Buns… Black-Bellied Sugar Sesame Buns… Eat-Tofu-While-It’s-Hot Buns… Wow, all the old flavors are still here, and there are two new ones too!”

“A Bun Family Platter? Boss Lu is so generous!”

“Generous, sure, but Boss Lu still has purchase limits! There are so many flavors I haven’t tried yet. Waaaah… I can’t choose!”

Someone bit on a handkerchief dramatically while staring at the long list of buns, tears welling in their eyes.

“Boss Lu, can you remove the purchase limit today?”

He had already heard that this was Boss Lu’s last day selling here.

“That’s right, Boss Lu! No limits today. We’re all regular customers here. Help us out, will you?”

Once one person started, many others joined in, pleading with Lu Wu to relax the restrictions.

“Boss Lu, I want this one, and this one, and this one too… Please, have mercy on us.”

Miss Furong leaned against Lu Wu, her fingers as tender as spring onions tapping lightly on Lu Wu’s shoulder.

Her seductive voice was enough to make bones melt.

Warm, fragrant breaths brushed against Lu Wu’s ear, making it impossible to withstand.

As the number one beauty of Willow Smoke Street, Furong was using her top-tier charm techniques on another woman solely for the sake of eating more buns.

If word got out, nobody would believe it.

“Ahem!”

Lu Wu nearly choked under those flirtatious glances.

After clearing her throat, she looked at the pitiful faces around her and thought for a moment.

“I know everyone has supported me a lot. How about this—today the limit will be four buns per person. No more than that.”

She wanted more people to have a chance to try them. Removing the limit entirely was out of the question.

“Furong thanks Boss Lu.”

The limit had doubled from two to four.

She was already satisfied.

Feeling as though pink bubbles were beginning to fill the air, Lu Wu quickly put some distance between them, her face full of rejection.

She really didn’t like women.

Really!

“Alright, alright, sales are starting!”

“Make way! I’m first!”

“I want one Black-Bellied Bun, one Eat-Tofu-While-It’s-Hot Bun, one Pure-Hearted Meat Bun, and one Soup Dumpling.”

This was an old customer.

He had already tasted every previous flavor.

Naturally, he wasn’t going to miss the new ones.

Once he got the steaming-hot buns in hand, he walked over to the people still waiting in line and, under their envious stares, deliberately broke open a sugar bun.

Lu Wu used soft white sugar.

After being steamed at high temperatures, the sugar melted into crystal-clear syrup, while plump black sesame seeds floated within it, creating an extremely appetizing sight.

Unlike the gentle sweetness of the red bean bun, the sweetness of the Sugar Sesame Bun struck straight at the heart.

Many people found highly concentrated sweetness overwhelming.

But that wasn’t a concern here.

During the steaming process, part of the sweetness had been absorbed by the dough itself.

What remained was perfectly balanced.

The old customer inhaled the aroma and swallowed hard.

Gulp.

Many people around him did the same.

Under the hungry-wolf gazes surrounding him, the old customer grinned smugly.

Then he used spiritual energy to fan the air, spreading that sweet fragrance even farther.

“Damn it, old man! That’s just cruel! Get away from us already!”

The customers at the back of the line were already worried they might not get any buns.

Now, being tempted like this, they practically wanted to tackle the old man to the ground and beat him up.

Wasn’t this deliberately provoking hatred?

“Hehehe…”

The old customer wiggled his eyebrows proudly, showing off his spoils.

Under the mixture of jealousy and longing in everyone’s eyes, he slowly stuffed the bun into his mouth.

Every movement radiated one unmistakable quality:

Punchable.