Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

"Speaking of breakfast, Luze, you don't have any money, do you?"

Xing accurately struck Lu Ze's weak point.

Thinking of how Lu Ze was chased by Yunqi for several blocks because he couldn't pay the bill, Xing's lips began to curve upwards again.

Before Lu Ze could refute, Qing Que took over the conversation.

"If you're short of money, you can go to the entrance of the Earth Balance Office. There should be a bulletin board there that posts daily-wage jobs from time to time, specifically for newcomers to the Immortal Ship."

Lu Ze silently memorized the location of the Earth Balance Bureau's bulletin board that Qing Que had mentioned.

Indeed, you can't get anywhere without money.

Aunt Gao hasn't paid for her meal yet. Although Fu Xuan promised to take him to the Earth Balance Bureau in the afternoon to explain, he can't let her pay for the meal as well.

After hanging up the voice call, Lu Ze put away his phone and decided to try his luck at the Earth Balance Division.

If there are any day-paid jobs posted on the bulletin board, I'll earn enough for today's meals first.

He strode toward the Earth Balance Bureau, which happened to have an office in Changle City.

Meanwhile, Xing put her phone back in her pocket and looked at the three people in front of her.

After a whole morning of searching, I still haven't met my online friend, and I'm starving. The most pressing issue right now is where to get breakfast.

"How about we go back to Aunt Gao's for dinner?" Xing suggested first.

March 7th shook her head, her short pink hair swaying back and forth.

"I feel like I've gone around in circles and ended up back where I started, so I'm a bit listless."

She ran from Jinren Lane to Changletian, her legs became noticeably thinner, and now, the thought of walking back to Aunt Gao's stall was simply too much for her.

"Then let's go to a teahouse for tea! I haven't had breakfast yet either," Qingque, a local, suggested.

"Huh? Drinking tea on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach." March 7 immediately shook her head and refused, her face showing her resistance to drinking tea on an empty stomach so early in the morning.

Qingque was slightly taken aback, then realized what was going on. March 7th hadn't grasped the meaning of the Immortal Boat people's "tea drinking."

Just as she was about to explain, Danheng, who hadn't said much until now, suddenly spoke up.

"In March, when people from Xianzhou talk about 'drinking tea,' they don't just mean drinking tea, but also going to a teahouse for breakfast."

Danheng spoke calmly and patiently, explaining things to March 7th.

"Dim sum is a general term, and the key point is that you can order dozens or even hundreds of kinds of dim sum at the same time—shrimp dumplings, siu mai, rice noodle rolls, chicken feet. Tea, on the other hand, is more like a supplementary beverage to cut through the richness and aid digestion."

"Stop, stop, stop—Teacher Danheng, please stop reading. My stomach is rumbling."

On March 7th, she covered her stomach with both hands, her resistance replaced by cravings.

"We've decided, let's go have tea now!" She deliberately pronounced the newly learned word clearly.

Since March 7th had already agreed, Danheng and Xing naturally had no objections.

"Alright, everyone, follow me. I know a really authentic teahouse where everything is freshly made and there are absolutely no pre-prepared dishes."

Seeing that everyone was in agreement, Qingque took the lead, turned around and walked at the front to lead the way, her steps light and quick, already having already decided what snacks she wanted to eat later.

Xing followed closely behind, her hands behind her head, a slight smile still playing on her lips.

She had already decided how many photos she wanted to take, preferably one of everything, and then send them all to Lu Ze so that when he was starving and looking for a job thirty years ago, he could only look longingly at this sumptuous breakfast that he could never have.

She silently gave herself a thumbs up for her cleverness.

March 7th then stepped forward, approached Qingque, and began asking her about the restaurant's signature dishes.

Dan Heng remained silent as he walked at the back, but when he heard that March 7th was already debating whether to eat shrimp dumplings or chicken feet first, he smiled slightly.