CFSMS -Chapter 98 My Diners Can Predict the Future

“What do you think these skewers taste like?”

Just as Qin Zhan was wallowing in his troubles, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Never had them before, but they’re definitely delicious. Nothing Boss Lu makes has ever disappointed anyone.”

From buns to pork knuckles to ice jelly, Qin Zhan had followed Lu Wu’s culinary journey every step of the way. He could confidently be called her most loyal customer.

Just thinking about the flavors of those dishes was enough to shake his resolve. He wished he could fly over there right now.

Only after speaking did Qin Zhan realize something was off. He blinked and turned around, only to find his master standing nearby with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling pleasantly at him.

“M-Master.”

Qin Zhan let out an awkward laugh.

Back then, he had promised to offer delicious food to his master. Unfortunately, he had enjoyed eating far too much himself. By the time he remembered, there was only one serving of ice jelly left in his storage space.

In the end, suppressing the sinful urge to commit patricide, he respectfully handed the ice jelly over.

Sadly, a single bowl of ice jelly was nowhere near enough to satisfy the appetite that Daoist Tianfeng had developed. One of the reasons Qin Zhan had been kept behind this time was due to a tiny bit of revenge from his master.

After all, what master doesn’t enjoy messing with their disciple?

Originally, he had planned to lock Qin Zhan up for ten days to half a month. But after learning how to use RealmNet and following Lu Wu’s updates, Daoist Tianfeng had watched those skewer videos and found himself itching with desire as well.

“Disciple, your master has complete faith in your abilities. A mere Young Prodigy Tournament should pose no challenge to you.”

“As long as you promise to bring back first place, I’ll let you go down the mountain immediately.”

And what would he go down the mountain for?

To buy skewers, of course.

Thinking this, Daoist Tianfeng glanced at RealmNet.

He was also an ordinary outer disciple of the Bun Sect.

During the Elder’s random giveaway earlier that day, luck had smiled upon him, and he had won a skewer.

A vegetable skewer.

The cabbage, simmered in rich broth, was crisp and tender, retaining its natural flavor. Its subtle sweetness and fragrance left Daoist Tianfeng unable to stop eating.

After tasting it once, he wanted more.

If not for being tied up with matters he couldn’t leave behind, he wouldn’t even have remembered his disciple—the perfect errand runner.

First place?

Looking at his master’s casual attitude, Qin Zhan desperately wanted to roll his eyes.

The Young Prodigy Tournament was the grand event of the entire Southern Region. Every participant was a heaven-defying genius from their generation’s top sects.

He was confident about achieving a good ranking.

But first place?

His master thought a little too highly of him.

Still…

The thought of skewers made Qin Zhan involuntarily recall the meat skewer he’d eaten earlier that day.

Elder Li had kindly opened the back door for him and let him taste one.

That meat…

It was so tender it practically dripped with juice.

And those chilies…

They were so spicy that his spiritual energy had surged on the spot, allowing him to break through an entire minor cultivation realm.

One bite only made him want another.

So perhaps…

It wasn’t impossible to put in a little extra effort.

The only person capable of secretly letting him leave was his master. Otherwise, he never would have intentionally lured the old man out.

Finally, Qin Zhan reluctantly said,

“Master, then you have to promise me one thing. You can’t casually restrict my freedom anymore.”

This black-hearted old geezer couldn’t eat the food himself, so he wanted Qin Zhan to share the suffering.

Heh, old geezer. What you don’t know is that Grandpa Li gives me special treatment.

“My good disciple, your master agrees.”

Daoist Tianfeng stroked his beard, his smile becoming even more benevolent.

Little brat. If I can’t go down the mountain, you’re staying here with me.

Fortunately, the old man’s luck had been excellent.

He’d won the lottery.

“Don’t forget what you promised your master back then.”

Little brat, if you dare give me another half-hearted offering this time, I’ll make sure you never leave the mountain again.

“This disciple would never forget.”

Qin Zhan replied with a smile.

Old geezer, once I’m off the mountain, who cares whether you get any food or not?

Master and disciple exchanged smiles.

A truly touching display of filial affection.

Neither realizing that hidden beneath those smiles was pure scheming.

Daoist Tianfeng / Qin Zhan: Just a mere brat / old geezer. I’ve got him completely under control!

A spatial rift suddenly appeared.

Daoist Tianfeng lifted his foot and kicked Qin Zhan squarely in the rear, sending him flying into it.

The destination of the rift was none other than Hong’an City.

Old Geezer Express — Guaranteed Delivery.

Meanwhile, on Freedom Street, Lu Wu felt that the diners tonight were unusually excited.

She had barely finished setting up her stall when the first customer placed an order.

“Boss Lu, ten servings of skewers in pickled chili broth!”

Thoughtfully, he placed the spirit stones in front of Gou Aotian for inspection and even offered him a chicken drumstick.

Nowadays, Gou Aotian had become Lu Wu’s chief steward, responsible for managing the money. Offending him was simply not an option.

After confirming that the payment was correct, Gou Aotian looked at the greasy drumstick.

Then he sneered and smacked it away with a paw.

“Woof!”

Get lost. This dog isn’t that kind of dog.

Leaving aside the fact that the drumstick looked terrible and was beneath his standards—

Trying to bribe him with something like this?

Dream on.

He, the future Dog Emperor, was destined to become the supreme manager of his master’s vast commercial empire.

Long ago, he had already seen through his master’s ambitions of setting up stalls all across the world.

As long as she kept expanding, her great name would eventually resound throughout the entire Qingyuan Realm.

And when that day came, he would personally safeguard her finances.

No petty thief would ever get their hands on a single coin.

Compared to such grand ambitions, this tiny profit wasn’t even worth looking at.

Flames of determination burned within Gou Aotian’s canine eyes.

He would become the greatest guard dog his master had ever known.

Lu Wu: Commercial empire? Ambitions? Since when did I have those?

The customer wasn’t upset by the rejection.

After all, he wasn’t the first person to fail.

Many people had attempted to use the big yellow dog to earn an extra glance from Boss Lu, only to meet the same fate.

“How did you know there would be pickled chili broth tonight?”

Lu Wu narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him.

Who had leaked the information?

She hadn’t even brought out the broth yet, and the customers already knew about it.

A title floated through her mind.

《My Diners Can Predict the Future》

Countless web novel titles flashed before her eyes.

“Ahem, I heard Boss Lu bought a lot of pickled peppers, so I guessed.”

The customer quickly came up with an excuse.

The Elder had repeatedly emphasized that no member of the Bun Sect was allowed to interfere with Boss Lu’s personal life.

He couldn’t let her think they were creepy little shadows lurking in corners, obsessively monitoring every inch of her daily activities like stalkers.

“Oh, I see.”

Lu Wu nodded, accepting the explanation.

She hadn’t exactly hidden her shopping trips. Being recognized was perfectly normal.

“Then you’re pretty smart.”

Seeing through appearances to grasp the truth.

That sounded more like 《My Diners Can Perceive All Things》.

A very promising title.

“Really? Hehe.”

The customer scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

To be praised by their Sect Leader herself!

Surely this was recognition of both the sect and its disciples.

They would have to work even harder in the future.

And thus, a beautiful misunderstanding was born.

There were many diners present tonight.

At a glance, Lu Wu noticed quite a few unfamiliar faces—likely locals.

She said nothing more and immediately got to work.

The moment the three new broths made their debut, countless hungry eyes focused upon them.

Those standing nearby couldn’t eat yet, but they stretched their necks forward, desperately inhaling the aroma.

Right beside them stood the casino.

Outside the casino, a crowd of diners stood there breathing in the fragrance with dreamy expressions and blissful looks.

Anyone unaware of the situation might think they had accidentally wandered into some adults-only establishment.

The scene was honestly a little unsettling.

“Your skewers are ready.”

Not wanting to be misunderstood, Lu Wu quickly called out.

“Everyone, I’m a perfectly legitimate food-stall owner, okay? I follow the law. I definitely don’t sell anything illegal!”