Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok! - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Hot and Sour Soup (2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Someone set a precedent, and the passersby stepped forward one after another.

Eight wens wasn’t a small amount, but many people in the town would go to a place to eat meat from time to time, so it was still acceptable to occasionally eat a bowl of eight wens’ worth of vermicelli.

Furthermore, there were free additional ingredients! There was even the pickled radish that had become a legend in the past few days!

Compared to the normal version, the pickled radish with pickled peppers was more suitable to be used as a side dish in the soup noodles with a stronger flavor.

Actually, it would be the best to cook fresh bamboo shoots with pickled peppers in the soup. However, it was not every day that one could ‘pick up’ bamboo shoots. Summer was coming soon, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain were a little old, so they still used white radishes.

Chen Muxue had only set up two tables. Any more and they would be a hindrance to others. Hence, there were many people squatting by the side of the road to buy a bowl of noodles.

Many young men who liked to wear white had learned a painful lesson at this moment: that some stains couldn’t be washed away.

When people heard that they could try the legendary pickled radishes for free, they rushed over. Some even ran out of the restaurant.

In order to become an internet celebrity, one had to create a hot topic before selling something. When Chen Muxue noticed that the restaurant manager was not sincere, she went ahead and asked for fifty taels. She deliberately quoted a price that far exceeded the value of the pickled radishes to attract everyone’s attention.

Money and the white radishes that could be seen everywhere were things that the townspeople could come into contact with every day. Because of this, gossip would spread faster.

“Are you hungry? Eat some meat first.”

There was a limited number of people in the small town. Finally, the last bowl of noodles was cooked. Chen Muxue took out a few meat buns that she had prepared and distributed them.

“Sect Master, you should eat too!” Xiaohu wiped the sweat off his head.

Chen Muxue grinned at him and took a big bite of the meat bun, indicating that she was eating.

“Hey, the dishes are ready! Come back here!” The waiter shouted until his throat was sore. However, no one turned around because Chen Muxue’s stall was not far away.

The sour, spicy, and fresh fragrance that drifted further and further away was much more attractive than the stale and greasy smell in the restaurant.

The manager of the restaurant looked at the gathering crowd from the second floor, as well as the rising steam, his eyes sinister. “Ha, let’s see how long you can be happy.”

Further away, a group of people was approaching.

“Make way! Everyone, make way!”

A path suddenly opened up in the crowd, and a few men holding long sticks appeared. The leader was wearing the uniform of a bailiff in a disorderly manner.

“Who gave you permission to set up your stall here?” The leader of the group spoke to Chen Muxue, but his eyes were darting around.

Chen Muxue didn’t expect that there would be such bailiffs here. She couldn’t help but frown.

However, this expression was taken by the bailiff as a sign of fear. He proudly said, “Be honest, and I’ll give you some face.”

He noticed Xiaohua, who was sitting at the side. “Hey, whose little girl is this? She’s so cute.” As he spoke, he reached out to pinch Xiaohua’s face, but his hand was slapped away by Chen Muxue, who came forward.

“How dare you!” The bailiff was annoyed. He sniffed and snorted coldly, “Give us all a bowl, and we’ll be magnanimous and forgive your faults!”

With that, he sat down without any hesitation.

The people who had been eating had long since dodged, but they were reluctant to put down the bowls in their hands. They all quietly hid to the side and ate while watching the show.

“You think you’re worthy?” Chen Muxue sized up the bailiff. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, and a level-seven Foundation Building cultivator was considered pretty good among ordinary people.

The bailiff laughed coldly and kicked over the stove that was cooking the soup. “I gave you a chance, but you don’t want it!”