Chapter 91: What’s Wrong with a Boss Selling Delicious Skewers?

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: What’s Wrong with a Boss Selling Delicious Skewers?

"Boss Lu, how many days do you have left for your stall this time?"

A customer teased Lu Wu, who then held up five fingers. The customers were immediately displeased.

"Boss Lu, how about you do me a favor and stay open a few more days? I promise I’ll bring more customers to your business."

The customers clamored good-naturedly.

’Five days... It feels like it’s over before it even began.’

’Boss Lu is great in every way, just a bit too short.’

’But Boss Lu is too headstrong. She listens to feedback but never changes.’

"Go on, get out of here! What’s your ’favor’ worth? Boss Lu does what she wants, so you’d better not run your mouth."

An old regular heard this and immediately countered with a dark expression. The words "run your mouth" were practically squeezed from between his teeth.

He shot a look, signaling for the other person to look around.

’Boss Lu already has so many customers. We have to wait in line for so long every time. If it weren’t for the wide variety of skewers, she’d probably have to put a purchase limit on them this time.’

’If any more people show up, will we even get to eat?’

"Right, right, my bad for running my mouth. Boss Lu can run her stall however she wants."

The customer caught on and gave an ingratiating, awkward smile in the face of the unfriendly glares around him.

’Hey, don’t get the wrong idea! I’m on your side.’

’I just got carried away and wanted Boss Lu to stay a little longer, that’s all.’

Lu Wu had always appreciated customers who could convince themselves.

"Ma’am, what do you think? We’re not shills, are we?"

"Not at all, not at all. These skewers are truly delicious. I have to buy some more to take back for my little granddaughter."

No matter how skeptical the many new customers were at first, once they actually tasted the skewers, they all had to admit that Boss Lu was something special.

The customers lingered outside the Heaven and Earth Casino in small groups.

Some of them didn’t leave even after they had finished eating.

At this hour, it wasn’t safe outside. They had to stay with Boss Lu until the very end.

Facing this harmonious scene, Steward Zhu wiped his mouth, feeling a bit uneasy.

In the Fallen Immortal Association, everyone scrambled to climb higher. Forget about confiding in strangers—you even had to watch out for companions you’d known for a long time stabbing you in the back.

’Fortunately, after this mission is complete, I’ll be able to climb another rung in the Fallen Immortal Association.’

’When that time comes, all those people will have to come shamelessly fawning over me.’

With that thought, Steward Zhu stood up to stretch. Just as he was about to head back to check on the situation, he saw the casino doors being pushed open.

Someone was coming out.

Steward Zhu thought nothing of it.

’Things are different today. Tian Shou can’t be as brazen with his tricks as before.’

’It’s normal for some people to be let go.’

’It’s just losing one—no, two—no, that’s not right either...’

More and more gamblers walked out of the main entrance. Some were newcomers from today, while others were old-timers.

’Those gamblers could have been completely squeezed dry of all their value in just another day or two.’

’Under the influence of the Insect Descent, these people should be hopelessly addicted to the gambling tables.’

And yet, here they were, walking out the door.

Although their steps were unsteady and their bodies were drained, these people had broken free from the influence of the Insect Descent.

’How is this possible?’

Steward Zhu realized the problem was serious.

’Could it be that someone slipped into the casino to cause trouble amidst the chaos?’

’After all, quite a few people have died recently, and those law enforcers in Hong’an City aren’t just sitting on their hands.’

He’d heard the rumors, which was why he wanted to pull off one last job and get out quickly.

’Those people have made their move!’

Steward Zhu’s mind raced, suspecting a whole host of people. He eyed the customers who were lingering around—every single one of them looked like a suspect.

The only one he didn’t suspect was Lu Wu.

’What could be wrong with a boss who sells delicious skewers?’

Fortunately, when he returned to the casino, he saw that many people were still in the throes of their addiction, repeating their bets like machines.

’The problem isn’t that big.’

’Besides, Tian Shou, the one who controls the Insect Descent Evil Technique, hasn’t contacted me.’

’But delays breed trouble. Five days. In five days, at most, we have to pull out.’

Steward Zhu would never admit that he just wanted to eat skewers for another five days.

He even had the thought of recruiting a talented person.

’Should I recommend Boss Xiao Lu to the Fallen Immortal Association?’

’With Boss Lu’s skills, no one would disagree.’

’Who says appetite isn’t a desire?’

’Our Fallen Immortal Association embraces the existence of all desires.’

Steward Zhu, secretly pondering the possibility, failed to notice the carcasses of several insects crushed beneath his feet.

Cang He Guang, who had taken it all in, stroked his chin and began to formulate a plan in his mind.

’These people are panicking. It’ll be easier for them to show their true colors.’

’But there’s no need to make such a fuss just to topple a casino. My goal is to completely eradicate the Fallen Immortal Association from Hong’an City.’

[Mission Progress: 134/200]

Taking a moment to glance at the system, Lu Wu discovered that her mission progress increased even when her customers bought skewers and then went to the casino for a little flutter.

’This system is pretty smart.’

Lu Wu praised it internally while answering her customers’ questions.

"That’s right, the beef skewers are gone, but there are still some vegetable ones left."

"Ten orders? Alright, I’ll bag them up for you right away."

"A mix of meat and veggie skewers? No problem. You’ve got good taste."

Lu Wu was always very patient with her customers.

Of course, there were always those who tried to be clever.

"Boss Lu, I want an order of skewers with spicy broth, but hold the numbing spice and the heat. And I’ll also have an order of spicy broth skewers, but hold the skewers."

An old regular winked at Lu Wu with a mischievous grin.

"Are you sure?"

Lu Wu glanced at him, a crafty glint in her eyes.

"Of course I’m sure."

After the customer nodded emphatically, Lu Wu tossed a portion of the skewers he’d chosen into the clear broth pot.

’No numbing spice and no heat? That’s just clear broth, isn’t it? Easy.’

As for the second request, that was even simpler.

Lu Wu grabbed a bowl, ladled in half a bowl of broth, then pulled the skewered items off their bamboo sticks and placed the empty sticks into the broth.

An order of "spicy skewers," with no skewered food, was now ready.

"Your skewers are ready. Here you go."

Faced with Lu Wu’s handiwork and the sound of mocking laughter from the crowd, the customer’s face turned bitter.

"Boss Lu..."

’That’s not what I meant! My skewers!’

He tried to bargain.

"All sales are final. No refunds or exchanges."

Lu Wu pointed to the fly-speck-sized characters beneath her sign.

Xiao Lu’s Food Stall. The right of final interpretation belongs to Lu Wu.

Dahuang, who was watching the customers pay from the side, swept his big, round eyes over that particular customer, then immediately used his fluffy tail to cover the Spirit Stones.

The meaning was clear: ’You want a refund? Impossible!’

The customer, his intelligence now being questioned by a dog, wore a mournful expression. In the end, he could only put his clear-broth skewers into the bowl of spicy broth.

In the end, he still got to eat.

"Hahaha, buddy, you played yourself."

Someone guffawed.

Trying to be clever with Boss Lu could only end in your own disadvantage.

Just as her mission was about to be completed, Lu Wu had to stop selling because she had sold out of all the skewers she’d prepared for the day.

Her business was just that booming.

Feeling pleased with herself, Lu Wu cleaned up the trash around her stall and prepared to close up.