CFSMS -Chapter 37 Go Ahead, Experience This Move of Mine

“Come then—let’s settle this once and for all.”

“This time, I’ll make you admit defeat.”

Qin Zhan spoke first, his expression brimming with confidence. The domineering look in his eyes inspired awe. He firmly believed that Boss Lu would help him win this round.

Across from him, Jiang Yunhe showed not the slightest fear. He flicked his sleeves and sneered.

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

“Qin Zhan, you’re the one who’s destined to lose. I’ll be waiting for you to kneel and admit defeat.”

Both men clasped their right hands behind their backs. The collision of spiritual energy radiating from them was enough to make onlookers’ hearts tremble.

The full pressure released by two Nascent Soul cultivators sent waves of shock through the crowd.

An ominous phenomenon appeared overhead.

The sky suddenly darkened, heavy and oppressive, while fierce winds whipped at their robes.

A great battle was about to erupt.

The city guards had already prepared themselves for the worst, but what happened next left them utterly speechless.

“Go ahead, experience this move of mine!”

The two shouted in unison.

At the same time, they brought their right hands forward, pulling items from their storage spaces.

The moment they saw what the other had produced, both froze in astonishment, their expressions instantly becoming comical.

The same wrapping.

The same aroma.

The same braised pork knuckle.

Pork-knuckle attack versus pork-knuckle attack.

Everything pointed to one conclusion:

Both of them were customers of Boss Lu.

The bad feeling Qin Zhan had been harboring finally became reality. Not only could he no longer win this contest, he had just gained another rival in the battle for food.

His smile immediately became forced.

“Oh? Oh? Oh? Jiang Yunhe, since when did you become such a copycat?”

He refused to accept otherwise.

After all, he had discovered Boss Lu first.

That meant he won this round by a narrow margin.

Jiang Yunhe was stunned for a moment. Looking at the pork knuckle, a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.

Putting it away, he maintained his usual elegant demeanor, unlike Qin Zhan, who was practically exploding.

“So that’s why you’ve been brushing me off lately.”

The two had competed against each other since childhood.

Outside of their contests, however, they were the kind of friends who could entrust each other with their lives.

Recently, Qin Zhan had been distracted and perfunctory whenever certain topics came up.

Jiang Yunhe had thought his friend was facing some kind of problem.

Who would have guessed that Qin Zhan had simply found delicious food and was trying to keep it a secret?

Being so familiar with each other had its downsides.

Jiang Yunhe instantly spotted the guilt in Qin Zhan’s eyes.

“Ahem. I actually bought this one intending to share it with you.”

Qin Zhan coughed awkwardly and avoided eye contact.

Scratching his cheek, he felt his ears heating up.

He had to admit that Boss Lu’s food had indeed distracted him enough to neglect his friend lately.

But this pork knuckle had genuinely been purchased with Jiang Yunhe in mind.

“By the way, why are you here?”

Realizing he was in the wrong, Qin Zhan hurriedly changed the subject.

The response he received was Jiang Yunhe’s icy stare.

Knowing he couldn’t fool his way out of this one, Qin Zhan’s eyes darted around before he muttered something in an extremely small voice.

“This round… you win.”

“Senior Brother Jiang.”

The last two words were barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was a cultivator.

With his keen senses, Jiang Yunhe heard it clearly.

His gloomy expression instantly brightened.

“Good boy, Junior Brother.”

With his hands behind his back, he looked mature and composed, gazing at Qin Zhan as though he were an unruly younger sibling.

“Pfft!”

Someone finally failed to suppress their laughter.

The city guards closed their hanging jaws and watched the pair with amusement.

Unable to bear being treated like a spectacle, Qin Zhan waved his hand.

The two disappeared from the city gate.

When they reappeared, they were outside Poison Valley.

At that moment, Daoist Tianfeng was still savoring his delicious meal.

Qin Zhan had originally wanted to catch up with Jiang Yunhe, but when he saw Lu Wu once again swallowed up by a sea of customers, confusion filled his face.

Some diners had arrived early and were already eating.

It was their first time tasting her food.

Unlike the buns, this dish had a much simpler menu.

Yet Love the Big Pork Knuckle Even After Death still effortlessly conquered their hearts.

The diners squatted on the ground, devouring their food without a shred of concern for appearances.

One bite.

The tender, juicy pork knuckle burst with rich flavor.

A wave of satisfaction shot straight to the heavens.

Carefully prepared with a secret braising sauce, the knuckle carried a deep, fragrant soy aroma layered with complexity.

The alternating lean and fatty slices were drenched in glossy sauce, red and glistening.

Everyone ate with uncontrollable delight.

Some even licked the remaining sauce from the bottom of their paper bags clean.

Shi Kang was one of them.

Looking at his spotless paper bag, he rubbed his stomach, still feeling unsatisfied.

His diet had always leaned toward vegetarian food. The buns he bought before had all been vegetable-filled.

When he heard Boss Lu was only selling pork knuckles this time, he had actually been a little disappointed.

Still, as a loyal customer, he figured he should buy one to show support.

Yet the moment he received the pork knuckle, something unexpected happened.

Normally repulsed by the smell of meat, he found it not unpleasant at all.

In fact, it made his appetite surge.

The pork knuckle carried none of the usual gamey odor.

The handmade sauce preserved the natural fragrance of the pork while blending with it perfectly.

One bite was enough.

Shi Kang immediately realized he had been mistaken.

It wasn’t that he disliked meat.

He had simply never eaten meat this delicious before.

If everyone possessed cooking skills on Boss Lu’s level, he was certain there wouldn’t be a single vegetarian left in the world.

Shi Kang was thrilled.

But looking at the countless diners surrounding Boss Lu, he was also filled with regret.

With so many food fanatics around, there was no chance of getting a second serving.

The pained expression on Shi Kang’s face as he sighed repeatedly was identical to Qin Zhan’s.

“How are there so many people?”

Qin Zhan was baffled.

It had only been the time it took to burn a stick of incense.

How had the number of customers exploded like this?

To be fair, Lu Wu wanted to know the same thing.

Seeing that she still had some pork knuckles left, she had been considering whether to persuade customers to buy more.

Then a large crowd suddenly appeared outside Poison Valley.

And every single one of them had come for her.

Recognizing many familiar faces, Lu Wu realized that her beloved customers had finally found Boss Lu of “Daming Lake.”

But once the crowd grew this large, the remaining pork knuckles were nowhere near enough to satisfy everyone’s monstrous appetites.

As a result, purchase limits were reinstated.

Even some of the diners who had already been in Poison Valley could only buy a single pork knuckle.

“Who leaked the information?”

Lou Xiaotian’s face was dark with displeasure.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, someone had posted Boss Lu’s location in the Bun Cult chat group.

The starving cult members naturally swarmed toward Poison Valley.

As the news spread, even more people learned about it.

Posts about Boss Lu’s new stall had already begun flooding One Realm Connect.

The praise contained in those posts was sincere in every sentence.

Clearly, the authors were among the diners present.

Unlike those who preferred secrecy, this group seemed determined to make Boss Lu famous throughout the entire cultivation world.

Their plan to keep her hidden had died before it could even begin.

Whenever Lou Xiaotian saw someone asking what Boss Lu’s pork knuckle tasted like, he nearly jumped in frustration.

There were already far too many competitors.

If another wave of people showed up, would he ever be able to eat Boss Lu’s cooking again?

“If I find out which idiot leaked the news, I’m going to beat him to death!”

Turning grief into appetite, Lou Xiaotian tore into his pork knuckle with savage bites.

Pain.

It hurt too much.

How, exactly, was he supposed to hide Boss Lu away in a golden house?