CFSMS -Chapter 38 The Guardian Plan, Reinitiated

Wuwuwu, his precious pork knuckle!

Fortunately, he was disguised. Otherwise, if so many cult members saw him here, they would probably tear him apart alive.

There was no need to guess—starting tomorrow, this place would become the second version of Yanliu Street.

Especially those cultivators who frequently ventured into Myriad Poison Valley. None of them would be able to resist Boss Lu’s pork knuckles.

With pork knuckles in hand, entering Myriad Poison Valley was practically the same as having an extra life.

At this moment, Lou Xiaotian could already see quite a few ill-intentioned gazes fixed on Lu Wu.

But that didn’t matter.

As Boss Lu’s protector, as long as they were around, nobody would be allowed to interfere with Boss Lu’s pork knuckle business!

“Mission issued…”

A message suddenly appeared in the Bun Sect’s group.

The Boss Lu Protection Plan was officially activated once more.

As for Jiang Yunhe—the fool among fools—after hearing Qin Zhan’s explanation and spotting the people who had asked for directions earlier in the queue, he realized he had made a mistake.

Quietly, he cast a spell on himself, blocking those people’s perception.

Then he turned around and saw Qin Zhan fiddling with his Realm Communicator.

Leaning over for a look, Jiang Yunhe’s mouth twitched.

“Great Elder, rest assured. I will complete the mission. No demons or monsters shall escape my watchful eye.”

“Protecting the world’s greatest Boss Lu is a responsibility we all share.”

What shameless nonsense.

Jiang Yunhe immediately recognized it as Qin Zhan’s alternate account.

“What? Has the Holy Sword Sect failed to keep you around?” he teased.

Hearing this, Qin Zhan had originally intended to explain, but then he gave a strange smile.

He could tell that Jiang Yunhe had also been conquered by Boss Lu’s cooking.

What he hadn’t realized, however, was the true seriousness of the situation.

Boss Lu would only be setting up her stall in Myriad Poison Valley for seven days.

Seven days later, when Jiang Yunhe could no longer find Boss Lu, Qin Zhan would be waiting for him to call him Senior Brother.

After chuckling sinisterly for a while, Qin Zhan got to work.

With so many people present, it was actually easier for the cult members to keep watch.

They supported everyone loving Boss Lu’s food.

But those harboring malicious intentions?

Those people would never be allowed anywhere near her.

Anyone who interfered with their meals was an enemy.

Within the crowd, several people were quietly escorted away by cult members.

None of them ever returned.

Lu Wu remained completely unaware, immersed in selling pork knuckles.

However, Dog Aotian, crouching beside her, noticed Qin Zhan and the others’ activities.

Born with keen instincts, he was especially sensitive to hostility.

Though he appeared relaxed, every muscle in Dog Aotian’s body was actually tense.

If anyone dared lay a hand on Boss Lu today…

Then today would become the day he, Dog Aotian, unleashed a slaughter.

“Woof!”

Dog Aotian barked several times at a customer.

When the man showed no reaction, the dog ran over and bit onto the hem of his robe, refusing to let go.

“What is this supposed to mean?”

The customer looked confused, pork knuckle in hand.

“Boss Lu, hurry and call this dog away. I’m a little afraid of dogs.”

As he spoke, his body even trembled slightly.

Though the fear looked rather superficial.

Lu Wu set down her spatula, glanced at him, and spoke coolly.

“Da Huang isn’t letting you leave because you haven’t paid.”

Because there were too many customers, Lu Wu didn’t have time to collect payments and make change individually.

So she had prepared a large basin where customers tossed their spirit stones.

Anyone needing change could simply help themselves.

Most customers behaved honestly.

But inevitably, there were those who wanted to take advantage.

Like the man before her.

He had pretended to pay for a pork knuckle, only to retrieve the spirit stones the moment Lu Wu lowered her head.

That was why the Money-Attracting Dog, Da Huang, had intervened.

“You’re talking nonsense! I clearly paid!”

The customer immediately denied it and raised his voice.

“Boss Lu, I know your cooking is good, but you can’t just falsely accuse people. I’ve been buying your food since the days of Yanliu Street.”

Not only did he refuse to admit it, he loudly argued back.

“Is this how business is supposed to be conducted?”

“Or has Boss Lu become so successful that she’s started bullying customers?”

His words instantly put Lu Wu in an awkward position.

Some confused onlookers began discussing the matter among themselves.

“How could Boss Lu possibly be mistaken?”

“Exactly. Stop talking nonsense. Boss Lu doesn’t need your few spirit stones.”

Everyone sided with Lu Wu.

Given how booming her business was, making money was effortless.

It was only ten low-grade spirit stones.

Would Lu Wu really slander someone over such a tiny amount?

Realizing he couldn’t sway public opinion, the customer showed a trace of regret.

“You say I didn’t pay. Where’s your proof?”

He stubbornly refused to back down.

The moment those words left his mouth, several customers frowned.

Members of the Bun Sect quietly began moving closer, ready to seize him at any moment.

But Lu Wu merely curled her lips into a smile.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of anger on her delicate face.

“Proof? I actually do have some.”

Standing upright, she reached above her stall and retrieved a small object.

A Recording Stone came loose in her hand.

Ever since she first started doing business, she had prepared for situations like this.

The Recording Stone functioned much like a surveillance camera, recording everything that happened over a period of time.

The moment the customer saw it, his face drastically changed.

“It’s just ten spirit stones. Fine, I’ll pay.”

Without waiting for Lu Wu to play back the recording, he hurriedly tossed down the spirit stones and fled.

The guilty conscience was obvious.

Lu Wu clicked her tongue and looked at the crowd.

“I’m very happy that everyone enjoys the food I make, and I’m grateful for all your support.”

“But situations like this cannot be tolerated.”

“This person has been added to my blacklist. From now on, I will never sell any of my food to him again.”

“I hope everyone takes this as a warning.”

She, Lu Wu, absolutely refused to do business at a loss.

“Boss Lu, we support you!”

The crowd immediately voiced their approval.

Paying for goods was only natural.

In fact, they almost wished more people like this would appear.

The fewer competitors there were when buying food, the better.

The small incident did nothing to affect Lu Wu’s mood.

“Alright, next customer!” she called out cheerfully.

She reached into the pot with her spatula and fished out another enormous pork knuckle.

The tender skin trembled enticingly.

The customer gulped down his saliva and hurried off to enjoy it.

One customer after another.

Before long, today’s supply of pork knuckles was nearly exhausted.

“There’s really none left?”

One customer stood before the stall, utterly disappointed.

“Really none.”

Lu Wu lifted the lid and showed him.

The bottom of the pot didn’t even contain a single piece of meat.

“But isn’t there still some left?”

The customer smiled and pointed at the bottom of the pot.

Lu Wu looked over in confusion.

She scraped around with her spatula and found absolutely nothing.

What was he seeing?

The Emperor’s Invisible Pork Knuckle?

Why couldn’t she see it?

“The sauce. Sell me the sauce at the same price as a pork knuckle.”

The customer calmly explained.

Then, from his storage space, he produced a bowl of steaming white rice.

The fluffy rice was still piping hot.

Right in front of Lu Wu, he dumped the entire bowl into the pot.

Then he snatched her spatula and stirred everything together.

Gradually, the white grains absorbed the rich braising sauce and turned a glossy brown.

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

The moment he heard Boss Lu would be selling pork knuckles this time, he had already prepared himself for the possibility of not getting one.

But that was fine.

Before coming, he had bought a bowl of rice.

After all, the most valuable part of braised pork knuckles was the sauce.

And now, every last drop belonged to him.

Only after the final traces of concentrated sauce had been soaked up did he leisurely scoop the rice back into his bowl.

If conditions weren’t favorable…

One simply had to learn how to create favorable conditions for oneself.