Xiuxian Food Stall, a Hot Spot as Soon as It Opens

Chapter 7 I, Sweet Red Bean Paste Bun, Will Never Give Up
Ever since Xiaohua got a strange disease that disfigured her, the thing she hates most is mirrors.

She resisted the urge to throw it away, and looking at the woman's surprised eyes, Xiaohua felt a little suspicious.

Mother knows that she cares about her face and will not joke about this matter.

Could it be true?
Hesitantly, Xiaohua raised the mirror.

In order to see more clearly, the woman brought the candlestick over.

The lights flickered and there was plenty of light.

Xiaohua mustered up her courage, but what she saw was the ugly face in the mirror.

Inferiority and pain almost overwhelmed Xiaohua.

She pinched the mirror with her fingers, her knuckles turning white, and Xiaohua looked at it carefully with a sore nose.

I haven't looked at my face for a long time. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I really feel that the black spots have faded a lot.

Xiaohua, feeling comforted, recalled what the woman had just said.

"Mom, you just said that this bun is magical. What's so magical about it?"

For some reason, she now had a feeling that the change in her cheeks was caused by the bun just now.

With a desire surging in his heart, he grabbed the woman's hand.

"I, I didn't hear..."

The woman was not stupid. After realizing what was going on, she quickly stood up and ran outside.

"Xiaohua, don't worry, I'll go ask and then buy you some buns."

The buns are expensive, but if they can cure Xiaohua's face, it will be worth it.

The woman went too fast and her knee hit the chair with a dull thud, but she ran out regardless.

Xiaohua didn't catch the other person.

She bit her lip, looked at herself in the mirror again, and finally got out of bed and put on her shoes.

Xiaohua hesitated at the door for a few seconds, then mustered up the courage to chase after him.

A'niang is her only relative.

It's dark now, and it's not safe for A Niang to be outside alone.

But when the woman ran back to Yanliu Street, she found that the bun shop was gone.

In fact, a quarter of an hour ago, all Lu Wu’s steamed buns were sold out, so he packed up his stall and went home.

The gathered diners also dispersed.

The woman was still gasping for breath, disappointment all over her face.

"how so……"

If the hope that she had finally found was gone, what would happen to her little flower?

The woman who had never been defeated by suffering before would now burst into tears.

"mother."

When Xiaohua arrived, she saw her mother squatting on the ground crying.

As far as I can remember, my mother, who raised me since I was a child, has never been so fragile.

Worried about the other person, Xiaohua didn't consider whether her face could be seen by others. She walked over quickly and helped the woman up.

"Mom, it's okay, let's go home."

Even though her face was ruined, her mother was still there, and she wanted to live on tenaciously like her mother.

Isn't it just being laughed at and looked down upon?

She is not afraid!
"Girl, do you need help?"

As the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly, a kind voice sounded.

It was the elusive Mr. Li who loved to eat melons.

……

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was the third day of the mission.

Lu Wu is familiar with the purchase and preparation of ingredients.

When it was almost time to go out, Lu Wu took a special look outside the door. This time, there was no Uncle Li outside to snipe at him.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

On Yanliu Street, Lu Wu had not arrived yet, but the street, which was several meters wide, was already crowded with people.

Many people came.

In addition to the locals of Xiaohe Town, there are also some outsiders who were attracted by previous posts.

No one took action today.

They gathered in groups of three or five, and everyone's eyes were focused on the entrance of Baihua Tower.

There was a group of people there wearing masks and covering their faces.

Judging from their figures, they are not very old.

She dresses so strangely that it makes people think too much.

"I heard that this group of people started queuing before it got dark?"

"Mr. Lou, do you know the details of these people?"

Someone asked Lou Xiaotian. Boss Lu was completely furious. They had come to queue up early, but still couldn't get to the front of the line.

"do not know."

Lou Xiaotian was also curious.

He was familiar with many of the prostitutes here, and someone told him that this group of people who hid their heads and showed their tails had arrived one after another during the day.

It seems that he is waiting for Boss Lu.

"These people don't even dare to show their faces. Could it be that they are here to cause trouble?"

Some people speculated that when Lou Xiaotian heard this, he suddenly became stiff.

He looked at the group of people carefully. Many of them had very low cultivation levels, and some were not even old enough to practice.

It seems that he is not here to cause trouble.

"Boss Lu is here."

While Lou Xiaotian was thinking, shouts were heard from outside.

Those who have eaten Lu Wu’s buns will now consciously guide the crowd to separate to let Boss Lu in.

When Lu Wu arrived, what he saw were diners with glowing eyes and the masked man in the middle.

Lu Wu paused.

If she hadn't seen a lot of familiar faces, she would have thought she had accidentally walked into some evil party.

"Good evening, everyone."

Lu Wu greeted the diners and parked the stall at the designated location.

Without further ado, Lu Wu got straight to work.

"Just a quarter of an hour."

She shouted.

After making money in the past two days, she upgraded her stall. Now it is not firewood that provides the firepower, but fire-attributed spirit stones.

With sufficient firepower, the buns are easier to cook thoroughly.

As everyone was salivating, the plump white buns were put into the steamer and the queue was lined up neatly.

Standing in the front is a masked man.

Lu Wu took the time to look around.

Judging from her stature, she doesn't look like an adult, and judging from her slender bones, she must be a girl.

At first glance, there were dozens of people dressed like this, and they were about the same age.

Is this some kind of underage evil organization?

But she is just a businesswoman and can't afford to offend these people.

Lu Wu was guessing in his heart, and shook the bell he had hung up today, and the bell rang.

"The buns are cooked!"

"Today, the purchase limit is still two per person."

"Ah! There's a purchase limit!"

There was a sudden wailing at the scene, and Lu Wu smiled.

[Task progress: 631/1000]

Thanks to these enthusiastic diners, Lu Wu estimated that he could complete the task today.

"Boss Lu, I want two red bean paste buns."

As soon as the masked person standing at the front spoke, it was obvious that she was a young girl.

It's a little flower.

Outside the crowd, the woman looked at Xiaohua worriedly.

After discovering that Lu Wu’s bean paste buns could treat those dark spots yesterday, the mother and daughter rushed over, but Lu Wu had already closed his stall by then.

When he was at a loss, it was the kind-hearted Mr. Li who told Lu Wu the rules of setting up a stall.

After learning that Boss Lu’s buns were in short supply, in order to avoid missing the opportunity, they simply waited on the street.

In order to avoid strange looks from strangers, Xiaohua put on a mask.

As for the rest of the masked men, they found them themselves.

Wear a mask when you come.

This tacit understanding made Xiaohua a little uneasy.

Last night, a post titled "Sweet Red Bean Paste Buns, Give Me Back My Baby Face" quickly gained popularity on Yijietong in Xiaohe Town.

After the popularity of kidney buns and small meat buns, sweet red bean paste buns also found their place in the market.

The above article focuses on the description of Lu Wu’s red bean paste buns, which have the effect of removing dark spots. The photo was kindly provided by Xiaohua.

The person behind the scenes is Uncle Li.

As for why...

Uncle Li, who was also queuing, looked at a post in Yijietong that was gradually being buried with cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)