Chapter 20: Heavenly Thunder Art (3)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Manager, how’s business?”

Smelling the numbing, spicy, and fresh fragrance in the air, the restaurant manager couldn’t help but slap the counter. “You’re too much! I’d like to see how much longer she can be arrogant!”

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After selling hot and sour noodles for a few days, Chen Muxue had some money on hand and started her stall business again.

All the vegetables and meat were visibly fresh. A huge ice-blue spirit stone was embedded on the shelf, making the shelf emit cold air like a freezer to maintain the freshness of the ingredients.

Moreover, Chen Muxue had brought the children to wash these ingredients carefully. Even if they were to sell them on the streets, everyone would still feel that they were very clean.

It was to the extent that the customers who went to the restaurant to eat now began to be picky about hygiene.

For example, if someone were to put it on the street, the table would be cleaner than yours. Other people’s bowls were clean when they touched them, but when your bowl touched them, the sound of your hands being covered in oil began to frequently appear in the restaurant.

Moreover, people began to be picky about the greasy head chef. After all, he was eating on the street, and the food he ate was made by a beautiful cultivator. When he entered the restaurant, he was indeed a slovenly, greasy man with a strange smell. Anyone who saw him would feel disgusted.

What did he mean by there would be no harm without comparison?

Cen Li, who was dressed in coarse clothes, finally stood in front of Chen Muxue’s stall.

“Here you go, madam. I want a slightly spicy flavor. And a bowl of hot and sour noodles, please.” Cen Li quickly passed the basket of vegetables to Chen Muxue.

“Alright, forty wens each. Can you finish it?” Chen Muxue couldn’t help but raise her head and ask after the grand noble had spoken.

Now that the stall had been set up, she brought the children down to help and gain some knowledge.

Xiaohu was in charge of cooking while Dafu was in charge of serving the dishes. Dagui did not expect that he would know how to use a scale. He became the only person in the entire Heavenly Cauldron sect who knew how to use it. Therefore, he was responsible for weighing the spicy hot pot while Chen Muxue collected the money herself to guard against fraud, bill evasion, and scoundrels.

As for Xiaohua, the little girl naturally sat at the side, shaking his legs and acting like a cute mascot. Afraid that the guests would not be able to finish their meal, she raised her head and asked.

When she met a pair of fox-like eyes, Chen Muxue could not help but be stunned. The eyes narrowed into two crescents, and the voice of the owner of the eyes was very clear and gentle.

“I’ve always heard that the dishes made by the sect master of the Heavenly Cauldron Sect taste pretty good. I’m free today, so I came to try it.”

Damn it. If he didn’t go back and report the matter of the soul-locking pearl, how could he not have had a bite of the hot and sour noodles?!

He even discovered a new trick the moment he came back! He had observed for a while before he understood how to take this thing called spicy hot pot. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be embarrassed if he rashly came forward?

Chen Muxue did not know who this important person was. She sized him up and felt that he looked familiar. “May I ask if your excellency is also a cultivator?”

It was easy to hide his level, but it was almost impossible to hide his identity as a cultivator.

“I’m Zhui Li, a wandering cultivator.” Cen Li cupped his hands.

“Then you must really like to eat pears.” Chen Muxue nodded. “I’ve been chasing after pears and eating them.”

A gust of cold wind blew past. He didn’t know if it was because of the ice spirit stone on the shelf next to him, but why was it still so cool even during the summer solstice?

“My name means yearning for the light of dawn.” Cen Li laughed awkwardly.

Chen Muxue came to a sudden realization and said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Madam, what do you have here? I want to try them all.”

Suddenly, a man wearing a Daoist robe and carrying a sword on his back, who looked as if he wanted to write the word “cultivator” on his face, sat down and shouted.