CFSMS -Chapter 33 For the Pork Knuckle, I Can Forgive the Whole World

“Old Qin, today I ate the most delicious food under heaven. Call me Senior Brother, and I’ll reluctantly let you have a taste.”

Thinking of his old friend, Jiang Yunhe couldn’t wait to share the experience.

“What a coincidence. I also found something amazing. If you call me Senior Brother, I’ll let you take a bite too.”

The reply came quickly, carrying the same arrogant and confrontational tone as always.

Jiang Yunhe elegantly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief. The lingering flavor of the pork knuckle still danced on his tongue, leaving him endlessly savoring the memory. He didn’t believe a single word of his friend’s claim.

There was absolutely no way anything in this world could be more delicious than this pork knuckle.

His brother-in-arms was probably boasting just to avoid being outdone.

He and Old Qin had known each other since childhood. Although they belonged to different sects, they were disciples of the same generation.

The two sects maintained a good relationship, so they had remained close over the years.

As for who should call whom Senior Brother, they had argued about it for decades without reaching a conclusion.

After all, both were heaven’s favored geniuses. Neither was willing to submit to the other.

But this time, Jiang Yunhe was confident.

He would definitely come out on top.

“Old Qin, let’s settle this. If you disagree, then debate me.”

This time, he was determined to use Boss Lu’s pork knuckle to make Old Qin willingly lower his head.

Coincidentally, Qin Zhan had exactly the same plan.

However, instead of accepting the challenge immediately, he entered the Bun Cult’s group chat.

“Has anyone found Boss Lu yet?”

Yesterday, some stubborn believers had even camped out on Willow Mist Street. Unfortunately, after waiting all night, they still hadn’t seen Boss Lu.

Only then did they finally believe that Boss Lu truly set up her stall on Willow Mist Street for only seven days.

Last night, the entire street had been filled with cries of despair.

Even the courtesans lacked the enthusiasm to drain the men dry.

Rumor had it that quite a few men had been kicked out at critical moments by the courtesans, nearly losing their dignity as men.

Since yesterday, Qin Zhan had searched every corner of Little River Town, yet he hadn’t found a trace of Boss Lu.

He didn’t dare visit her residence, so he could only hope that someone in the Bun Cult had news.

“No luck.”

Lou Xiaotian sounded equally discouraged.

It had been nearly two days since he’d seen Boss Lu, and he was terrified that she might simply disappear forever.

“Great Elder, do you have any news about Boss Lu?”

Qin Zhan switched to a private chat with Grandpa Li.

The old man’s cold response immediately crushed his hopes.

“No.”

“Old Qin, answer me already. What, are you scared?”

Seeing his irritating friend becoming increasingly smug, Qin Zhan ground his teeth fiercely.

“Anyone who chickens out is a dog. Just wait!”

Once he found Boss Lu, he would definitely make that brat surnamed Jiang kneel and call him Senior Brother.

But as Qin Zhan’s longtime friend, Jiang Yunhe interpreted the response as nothing more than guilty weakness.

He burst into laughter.

The sound caused Lu Wu to glance at him once again.

At this point, she had completely accepted the fact that all of her customers seemed to have some degree of mental abnormality.

“Boss Lu, are you coming again tomorrow?”

As Lu Wu packed up her stall, Zhang Xiu approached and asked.

“Yes. Same as before. I’ll be setting up here for seven days.”

Lu Wu nodded.

She noticed the suspicious grin on Zhang Xiu’s face. He looked like he was plotting something.

“Hehe, see you tomorrow then, Boss Lu.”

Stroking his chin, Zhang Xiu grabbed his two younger brothers and headed toward the other diners.

A group gathered around him.

No one knew exactly what he said, but the diners first looked confused before suddenly nodding in realization.

Whatever agreement they reached, it was probably some shady underground deal.

Lu Wu rubbed her hands together and patted Da Huang’s head.

“Coming home with me?”

After all, she’d saved the dog’s life.

She planned to take Da Huang back with her.

From now on, she would officially be someone who owned a dog.

“Woof!”

Da Huang happily rubbed against her calf, wagging his tail enthusiastically.

Then he backed away and started heading toward Ten Thousand Poisons Valley once more.

He, Dog Overlord Huang, was a dog with ambition.

Since he had acknowledged Boss Lu as his master, he needed to learn how to support the family.

For tomorrow’s pork knuckle, he had to go earn some capital.

“Woof woof!”

Pork knuckle, wait for me! I’ll definitely come back!

Watching Da Huang sprint away like a gust of wind, Lu Wu opened her mouth but failed to stop him.

She respected his ambition and offered her spiritual support.

Seeing that Zhang Xiu was still busy brainwashing the other diners, Lu Wu dusted off her clothes and quietly slipped away.

After Lu Wu left, Zhang Xiu once again emphasized his warning.

“Remember this. Don’t spread the news that Boss Lu is setting up her stall here. Otherwise, a bunch of gluttons will come fight us for food.”

Just recalling the days on Willow Mist Street, when people queued forever and could only buy two buns, nearly brought tears to his eyes.

He had just checked One Realm Connect.

There was still no news about Boss Lu.

Even the countless members of the Bun Cult had failed to find her.

That meant he was probably the first among the old customers to encounter Boss Lu again.

Therefore, he intended to monopolize her for the full seven days.

Just imagining himself stuffing his face freely for the next week made him feel that his life had reached its peak.

To prevent another food-war catastrophe like the one on Willow Mist Street, he had negotiated an agreement with all the new customers outside Ten Thousand Poisons Valley.

“Boss Lu, don’t blame me. If anyone’s at fault, it’s this pork knuckle for being too delicious.”

As a devoted carnivore, he’d eaten to his heart’s content today.

Business had been even better than expected, giving Lu Wu tremendous confidence.

After a long day of work, she returned home and skipped any sightseeing, instead lounging around the house and lazily scratching her feet.

Meanwhile, Wang Er, delayed by some matters at Little Chubby’s house, finally returned home for lunch.

The moment he stepped inside, he smelled a rich meat fragrance unlike anything before.

“Smells amazing! Wife, your cooking skills have improved!”

He shouted as he strode into the house.

Then he saw his wife firmly pinning down their son.

Her eyes glowed green as she stared at a bowl on the table.

Inside sat a steaming pork knuckle.

Wang Er found it impossible to look away.

The closer he got, the stronger the aroma became.

The smell alone nearly made him dizzy.

His wife’s cooking had improved by leaps and bounds.

When Aunt Wang saw her husband finally return, her expression turned resentful.

“You’re finally back.”

Her hoarse voice sounded as though she had just survived a fierce battle.

In truth, Aunt Wang had been enduring tremendous suffering.

Ever since her son brought back the pork knuckle, nothing else could enter her field of vision.

The two slightly burnt vegetable dishes on the table were proof enough.

Her heart had long since been completely captured by the pork knuckle.

Originally, she had been furious about her son encouraging that little girl to climb over a wall.

She had nearly treated Little Chubby to a brutal bamboo-stick beating.

Fortunately, the clever boy had offered up his spoils as tribute.

Proud of her own culinary skills, Aunt Wang took a bite.

The moment the juicy, flavorful pork entered her mouth, she instantly forgave Little Chubby.

Such a delicacy made even the braised pork in her own pot seem dull and tasteless.

For a flavor like this, she could forgive the entire world.

If not for decades of marital affection, she would have already divided the pork knuckle with her son and eaten it all.

Why else would she endure this constant temptation while waiting for her husband to return?

Now that he had finally arrived, even Wang Er’s reasonably handsome face had become irritating in her eyes.