Chapter 5: Your Elder Is Still Your Elder

There were too many people.

Lu Wu had prepared thoroughly, but it still didn’t seem enough to go around.

She saw some courtesans who had given up on business and were just standing in line. The complex gazes from the madams made Lu Wu’s conscience ache a little.

Who would have thought a bun shop could compete with a brothel for customers?

“Ah, two buns aren’t enough to eat! Boss, can’t we have unlimited servings?”

Someone voiced their dissatisfaction.

For cultivators, two buns were barely a sip; they hadn’t even savored the flavor fully.

“We have money!”

Someone pulled out a pouch of spirit stones and waved it at Lu Wu.

“I want everyone to have a chance to eat. I’ll be here for the next few days, so no need to panic.”

Lu Wu explained.

Her business was booming; there were simply too many diners.

Muttering to herself, Lu Wu placed the freshly steamed buns on display and waved her hand: “Here we go, open for business!”

“Boss Lu, two red bean buns!”

Furong looked at the pale, tender buns and swallowed her saliva.

As Lu Wu moved, the steamer rattled, and the white dough covering the buns seemed to quiver like a baby’s cheek—soft, delicate, and glistening.

She wanted to pinch one.

She also wanted to try the other flavors.

But Furong touched her face with a tinge of regret. Her face was important; she absolutely couldn’t let the other little fairies snatch her position as the top beauty of Smoke Willow Street.

“All right, here you go, sister.”

Lu Wu smiled as she handed them over. Furong found a spot away from the eager crowd, crouched down, and began to eat.

She tore one apart, and the rising steam dispersed.

The glossy red bean paste nestled within the white dough like blooming peach blossoms in a springtime forest.

Taking a small bite, the sweet flavor burst in her mouth—sweet but not cloying. Furong happily squinted her eyes.

Some courtesans looked at Furong with envy.

Honestly, aside from special uses, these buns tasted wonderful—addictive once you tried them.

“I’ll have one red bean bun, and one... fairy bun—ah no, kidney bun.”

Lou Xiaotian rubbed his hands together. He wasn’t eating the kidney bun to nourish his health; the fairy bun was the real temptation.

As the two began to eat, the aroma in the air intertwined.

“Gulp, gulp,” sounds rose around them.

Some diners who had purposely come hungry were now clutching their stomachs, wearing grim expressions.

No one hurried Lu Wu, though.

The commotion attracted many onlookers.

This street never lacked customers.

A young cultivator, who had planned to relax at the brothel, was drawn over by the scene.

Even from the edge, he was dazed by the scent.

Seeing the line had formed two rows and orderly waiting might take forever, he considered taking a shortcut.

“Brother, how about I give you two spirit stones for a bun here?”

The youth eagerly offered spirit stones to a diner but was met with an eye roll.

The diners didn’t even bother responding and simply took another bite of their bun.

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