After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 277 Everyone Bullies Me
The steamed bun shop at the entrance of Yi'an Alley was bustling with people.

The crowd rushing to buy steamed buns nearly tore down the banner of "Xi Shi Steamed Bun Shop".

The beautiful young woman selling steamed buns, dressed in a coarse cloth skirt and apron, deftly lifted the steamer lid, and a cloud of white steam billowed up, enveloping her slender figure like a painting of a beautiful woman in the morning mist.

Diners crowded in, their mouths watering, whether because of the large, meaty buns or because of the person buying them.

"Sir, your steamed buns." The voice was clear and bright, and the eyes were curved. The diner who had just paid the bill was so captivated that he couldn't move his legs for a moment, until the person behind him impatiently urged him on.

The urging was a bit too loud, waking up the little boy who was sleeping in front of the door.

The boy, dressed in red brocade and wearing a jade belt, had a delicate and beautiful face. When he opened his eyes and saw a wrinkled old face above him, he cried out in surprise.

"You lowly commoner! How dare you hug this prince? Don't you have a death wish!"

He jumped down with a scream, pointing at the old man sitting on the steps under the eaves.

The old man's hair was already white, and his face was full of wrinkles, but his voice was still strong, "You brat, I'm just being kind by carrying you to sleep, don't be ungrateful!"

Before the boy could argue with the old man, seeing that the buns were almost sold out, he shouted anxiously, "I, the Crown Prince, ran away from the palace at night just to eat the first batch of buns! You lowly commoners, what are you doing, fighting over them!"

The boy who claimed to be the prince was so anxious that he jumped up and down, but no one paid any attention to him.

Until someone stuffed two steaming hot buns wrapped in oil paper into his hands.

"Eat slowly, don't burn it."

The boy turned around at the sound and saw a "young man" standing against the light, dressed in a dark blue, narrow-fitting long robe. After handing him a steamed bun, the young man tied his long black hair up high with a hair tie as he walked, revealing his fair and full forehead and his flamboyant, narrow eyebrows.

He strolled lazily past the boy, glancing at the old man as he passed, yawning and casually remarking, "Uncle Long, slacking off again."

"That's right, that's right." The boy who got the steamed bun beamed and followed behind the "young man" with a bouncy gait, sticking his tongue out at Uncle Long. "I don't know what made the Steamed Bun Beauty fall for you—Xiao Meng, wait a minute, let's sit down and eat together!"

"This is a long and sad story..."

As he spoke, the old man pulled out a pipe from his pocket, lit it with his fingertip, took a deep drag, and exhaled ring after ring of smoke, looking quite serious.

Before the story even began, it was hit by a ball of dough.

"Damn it, you're smoking again! Go make some steamed buns!"

The beautiful young woman who had just been selling steamed buns rebuked him with her eyebrows raised, her beautiful eyes flashing with anger.

The old man's solemn expression vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning smile. "Yes, yes, yes! My lady! We're waiting for Xiao Song to knead the dough!"

"The dough is ready." A tall, handsome man suddenly appeared in front of the door. Despite wearing an apron, his outstanding demeanor was still undeniable, causing the women passing by to stop in their tracks.

Actually, before this, the dark-clothed "young man" had already attracted a large number of female diners... and a little boy following him around happily.

The man looked over there, narrowed his eyes, took a long stride, and walked a few steps behind the "boy," picking up the boy who had been following him.

"Don't cause trouble."

"You lowly commoner, you're going to die! Don't touch me, Your Highness!" The boy's short legs thrashed about as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

A customer who had just bought some steamed buns noticed him and, while eating, loudly mocked, "Since we settled in the Prison of Dragon Sea, what distinction do we make between royalty and commoners? We take you seriously and call you Crown Prince; if we don't, you're nothing!"

Everyone laughed.

The Dragon Prince's face flushed red, tears welled in his eyes, and he angrily launched into a tirade.

After selling steamed buns to a shy-looking girl, Meng San, disguised as a man, looked at the scene before her with a complicated expression. Half a year ago, she and Song Nan crossed the formation to arrive at the dragon's dwelling place, expecting their arrival to cause a great uproar, and even to be warmly welcomed by the dragon nobles who had been trapped there for many years.

In reality, however, their arrival was like a pebble falling into the sea, or even less than a pebble, because it didn't cause the slightest ripple.

Zero people care.

In fact, the formation that imprisoned the dragons was a dead formation that only allowed entry but not exit, and quite a few alien races had accidentally broken in over the years.

So when they descended from the sky, their spiritual energy exhausted from breaking the formation, and smashed the roof of the Xi Shi Steamed Bun Shop, all that was seen was Long Bo calmly lifting his eyelids and coldly saying, "Work to pay for it."

This repayment took six months.

Over the course of six months, the two helped out at the steamed bun shop while recuperating and learning about the situation there.

According to Longbo, the Dragon Clan originally had no intention of fighting the Celestial Clan. It was the Celestial Clan who disliked the Dragon Clan and insisted on dragging them into a war.

War brings disaster to ordinary people.

The Dragon Clan royal family, unwilling to see their people suffer, wanted to negotiate peace after a short period of fighting. However, they were outmaneuvered by the Celestial Clan during the negotiations and were subsequently trapped deep within the Dragon Imprisonment Sea.

However, the dragons, having gained peace, settled there contentedly and were quite happy with their lot.

Perhaps life in the Prisoner of Dragons was too comfortable and easy, and the great battle of that year had caused too many losses.

Almost everyone lost the will to go out and had no fighting spirit left.

This history is inconsistent with the rumors circulating outside. When Song Nan and the other man told Long Bo about the rumors, he flew into a rage and started cursing, just like the Little Dragon Prince.

They vehemently denounced the heartless Celestials for altering history and slandering their Dragon Clan.

Whether history has been altered or not, they don't know, but what that diner said is not untrue.

At least ever since they arrived, that little dragon prince has been a frequent visitor.

The purpose of each visit was to see that beautiful young woman, Rong Wan, who was also Long Bo's wife.

This gave Meng San a more concrete understanding of the dragon race's lewdness.

To be so young and already swayed by beauty, what a pathetic thing to do.

This is probably why the dragon race has produced so many offspring.

Although he was obsessed with beautiful women, he did not use his status to forcibly take them. The two owners of the steamed bun shop and the diners on the street did not kowtow or speak respectfully to him because of his status.

They treated this dragon prince, who should have been of noble status, no differently than ordinary people, and sometimes even teased him because of his fair skin and red lips.

Just like it is now.

The Dragon Prince was so angry that he jumped up and down, cursing and complaining as he ran back to Meng San's side. He was even shorter than Meng San's legs. He opened his chubby little arms and hugged her legs tightly.

"Xiaomeng, they're all bullying me—!"

Song Nan's forehead vein throbbed, and just as he was about to reach out and lift the person up again, Meng San had already swiftly lifted his leg and shaken the person down.

"If I hug you again, I'll kick you." Her gaze swept over the Dragon Prince, who immediately fell silent.

"..."

There was no way around it, she really did kick him.