CFSMS -Chapter 39 What Do You Mean People Bring Their Own Rice While Queuing?

“Everyone, it’s really sold out this time!”

“Ahhh… it smells so good.”

A customer scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth. The grains, soaked with rich meat juices, rolled across his tongue, filling every corner of his mouth with the flavor of the pork knuckle.

One bowl of rice mixed with that gravy was enough to sustain his longing for the giant pork knuckle for an entire day.

Tomorrow, he would fight again!

“You bastard! Get away from me!”

Some customers who had also failed to get any pork knuckle were nearly driven mad by this shameless stunt. Their cravings were already unbearable, and now they were being provoked like this.

They exploded.

The crafty fellow was immediately besieged by the crowd and beaten until his head was covered in bumps.

Looking at the spotless bottom of the pot, Lu Wu gave a thumbs-up.

A true master of the game.

No need to wash the pot anymore.

Time to pack up!

Lu Wu estimated that the mission would be completed tomorrow. Unfortunately, that also meant her reserve stock of pork knuckles was running low.

Turning her head, she saw Da Huang heading toward Myriad Poison Valley once again to continue his grand endeavors.

Lu Wu instead went to Butcher Lin’s place.

The fish pond she had seen before was already in use. The lively spirit fish splashed water at her the moment they saw her.

The damage was minimal.

The humiliation was immense.

Lu Wu thought to herself that the system definitely had a grilled fish recipe somewhere.

When the time came, she would make those fish look good—and taste good too.

As for the spirit pigs from before, the moment they spotted Lu Wu in the distance, they squealed and ran for their lives.

Their speed left Lu Wu in the dust.

“Oink! Oink!”

The King of Hell is here! Run!

His name was Piggy Three.

He would never forget the day this living Yama arrived. That day, his eldest brother and second sister had permanently departed from this world.

Today, more brothers and sisters would surely meet the same fate.

One could suffer for family and friends, but not at one’s own expense.

He needed to hide.

Wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye, Piggy Three lowered his head and continued eating.

He had to eat more.

Grow fatter and stronger.

One day, he would be so enormous that he’d crush this living Yama to death.

Lu Wu placed another order for a batch of pork knuckles at Butcher Lin’s.

By the time she got home, it was already mid-afternoon. The parasol tree in her little courtyard swayed gently beneath the clear sky.

Everything felt warm and peaceful.

【Mission Progress: 268/500】

Still halfway to go.

Judging from today’s turnout, even two hundred portions tomorrow might not be enough.

After a leisurely half-day, night arrived.

Following a good night’s sleep, Lu Wu rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Because of the large quantity, she spent most of the morning braising pork knuckles.

One thing surprised her:

Old Man Li never showed up.

She even called out for him a few times, but there was no response. He was probably off wandering somewhere.

After finishing her preparations, Lu Wu leisurely headed toward Myriad Poison Valley.

Unlike before, she encountered many customers along the way.

The moment they saw her, they all wore the expression of students running late for class. Their eyes seemed to accuse Lu Wu of being a heartless scoundrel.

“Boss Lu, hello!”

“Boss Lu, take your time!”

“See you in a bit, Boss Lu!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After greeting her, they all sprinted away as if ghosts were chasing them.

Lu Wu slowly lowered the hand she had just raised.

She was baffled.

The stall owner hadn’t even arrived yet.

Were they rushing ahead to buy air?

Outside Myriad Poison Valley, the scene was bustling.

Countless customers had already gathered. The more farsighted ones had begun queuing early in the morning, and many even brought small stools.

Now they sat comfortably chatting and cracking sunflower seeds.

Quite leisurely.

Some vendors had caught wind of the opportunity and set up stalls nearby.

Naturally, none of them sold food.

With Boss Lu around, their food simply wouldn’t sell.

But this was Myriad Poison Valley.

Antidote pills sold extremely well.

Jiang Yunhe had set up a stall of his own and was using his original appearance today.

The moment he hung up the signboard of Divine Physician Valley, customers flooded in.

“One bottle of antidote pills and one bottle of Qi-Gathering Pills. Five hundred spirit stones total. Thank you for your patronage.”

Watching Jiang Yunhe rake in money, Qin Zhan felt envious.

Unfortunately, the specialties of the Holy Sword Sect weren’t things he could casually sell.

“Aren’t you lining up?”

Qin Zhan pointed toward the queue nearby.

By rough estimate, it was already approaching three hundred people.

He was currently chatting with Jiang Yunhe using a clone. His real body didn’t dare leave the line.

The customers here wouldn’t care about anyone’s status if they had a chance to move one step forward.

Outside the valley, a sea of people stretched as far as the eye could see.

Myriad Poison Valley had never been this lively.

Some cultivators who had come to train in the valley were utterly dumbfounded by the spectacle.

And situations like this were perfect for the Bun Cult’s missionary activities.

After the enthusiastic preaching of numerous cult members, some cultivators were successfully persuaded into joining the queue.

The number of customers kept growing.

Looking back down the road, more people could still be seen hurrying over.

“No rush.”

“I hired a stand-in.”

Jiang Yunhe admitted openly.

He had traded two bottles of antidote pills to someone in exchange for lining up on his behalf.

“Careful it backfires.”

The temptation of Boss Lu’s pork knuckles wasn’t something two bottles of pills could necessarily overcome.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Zhan spotted Lu Wu arriving and immediately vanished.

“Make way! Boss Lu is here!”

Once again receiving a ceremonial wall of staring gazes, Lu Wu calmly walked to her usual spot and unpacked her equipment.

“Limit of two pork knuckles per person today.”

After hanging up the sign, the pork-knuckle stall officially opened.

The moment she lifted the lid, steaming fragrance billowed out.

The customer at the front nearly drooled.

Just as Lu Wu was about to package the food, he hurriedly stopped her.

“Wait a moment, Boss Lu.”

Hmm?

Holding a pork knuckle in her ladle, Lu Wu looked at him questioningly.

Then, under her astonished gaze, the customer calmly pulled out a huge lunchbox from his storage space.

Opening the lid revealed a mountain of rice inside.

“Boss Lu, just put the pork knuckles on top of the rice.”

Yesterday, he had been deeply traumatized by that shameless fellow who mixed gravy with rice.

The image of that gravy-soaked rice had haunted him all night, leaving him unable to sleep.

He wanted some too, damn it!

But that incident had also inspired him.

Boss Lu didn’t sell rice.

But nobody said he couldn’t bring his own.

Pork knuckle with rice.

He didn’t even dare imagine how happy he would be in a few moments.

The logic was flawless.

Suppressing her laughter, Lu Wu placed two giant pork knuckles atop the rice and thoughtfully added a ladle of gravy.

She took caring for her fans very seriously.

“Thank you, Boss Lu.”

The customer thanked her with a rosy face.

After shooting a smug look at the people behind him, he carried his bowl to the side, pulled out a small stool, and began eating right next to the stall.

“Oh my, this is heavenly.”

Instantly, he was hit by countless murderous glares.

Yet some customers merely snorted.

They didn’t care at all.

Because they, too, pulled containers of rice from their storage spaces and patiently waited for their pork knuckles.

Quite a few people had brought their own rice.

Clearly, many had drawn inspiration from yesterday’s troublemaker.

Two pork knuckles and one scoop of gravy.

Everyone ordered the exact same thing.

Lu Wu simply thought:

My customers, my responsibility.

The line slowly moved forward.

Soon it was the turn of the stand-in Jiang Yunhe had hired.

He had originally come to Myriad Poison Valley after hearing how lively it was, hoping to earn some extra spirit stones.

But after smelling that irresistible aroma and swallowing his saliva countless times, his professional integrity was rapidly crumbling.

Behind him, Xu Gu recognized a fellow errand-runner and sighed emotionally.

Someone had also offered to hire him to buy pork knuckles this time.

But he had refused.

For one simple reason:

He wanted to eat the giant pork knuckles himself.

And this time, there weren’t any kind-hearted Bun Cult members around to make a bet with him.

“These are heavenly buns!”

Lou Xiaotian devoured them eagerly.

Fresh out of the steamer, they were scorching hot.

He huffed and puffed while talking, fumbling around in excitement.

The aroma continued to spread.

With Lou Xiaotian serving as a living advertisement, even those who had hesitated because of the price decided they had to try one.

Before long, another batch was nearly sold out.

This time, nobody even needed to urge Lu Wu.

She immediately got back to work.

But when she looked at the dwindling filling, then at the crowd completely surrounding her stall, she spoke quietly.

“At most, I can make another thirty or forty buns.”

“So… maybe the people at the back shouldn’t wait any longer?”