Yue Qing is working hard to make buns, injecting his weak spiritual power into it, and each one can sell one spiritual coin.

It was not easy for her to save a thousand spiritual coins before.

Fortunately, there is sister Si Miao, but she will definitely pay her money as soon as possible.

Qin Simiao watched Yue Qing's fingers fly, and delicate pastas appear, and couldn't help but exclaim, "You are so good at your hands. You don't look like me, you can only eat."

Yue Qing smiled shyly, "Sister Si Miao just doesn't want to do it. If it does it, it will definitely be better than mine."

At this time, Leng Yun walked in, looked at the little flour on the ground, and frowned slightly, "Please don't do these in public, as they will affect others."

Yueqing quickly wiped the flour on the ground, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll go out to do it now."

Qin Simiao turned over and got out of bed. She was about to accompany her out when she was stopped by Leng Yun, "Remember Xuanyuan Wei's challenge and don't lose. Although we are in the same dormitory as her, the three of us are in the same group. You lost.

, the group points will also be lost."

As the dean's daughter, Leng Yun was stared at by many people, and she would never allow the bottom-ranking incident to happen.

Qin Simiao smiled and quickly promised, "I'll do my best."

As he said that, he walked out with Yueqing.

Yueqing sells pastries at the school gate, and the sign says "No matter the level of the beautiful food, you will immediately recover from spiritual power after eating this pastry."

The weak naturally look down on this amplification effect, and they don’t have much spiritual power, so they can’t do anything.

But it is different for the strong. Not to mention a certain amount of spiritual power, even a little bit of it is enough to determine the winner or lose.

So the people who came to buy were all high-quality people.

They are not short of money, so they spend a spiritual coin to buy a steamed bun. You know, steamed buns that are useless can only be sold for three spiritual points.

And ten spirit points are equal to one spirit coin.

"Miss, I've asked for your steamed buns, how much does it cost?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Qin Simiao exclaimed, "Mu Feng?"

The visitor was Mu Feng. He seemed to have just returned from the Fengyue Field, and he was not shy about his own hands.

If others do this, they may be scolded to death, but this is in Fengdu, who would scold the young master of the Mu family?

What I walked over and talked about was more envy and jealousy, envying that they did not have such a good family background, and that Mu Feng could be surrounded by so many beauties.

Yue Qing nodded cowardly, "There are thirty spiritual coins in total."

Mu Feng smiled, took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it over, and the face value was fifty.

"There are too many of this ones, I can't find them."

Yue Qing waved her hands repeatedly, her face flushed with anxiety.

Looking at her looking like a little rabbit, Mu Feng, who was used to seeing a vulgar woman, felt a little thoughtful and smiled, "No need to look for it."

"How can that work? Let's do it. I'll give you all the twenty steamed buns I'll make tomorrow."

Although Yueqing is poor, she doesn't like to owe others at all.

Mu Feng was surprised and nodded, "Okay."

The woman next to him stroked his chest, "Mr. Mu, what's the point of buying this broken steamed bun? You might be fickle and have a crush on this steamed bun girl."

The woman's sneering voice came into Qin Simiao's ears, and she said with a grudge, "Who do you think is the little girl of Mantou? Someone sells something and is you provoking you. Is it because your young master of Mu likes others?

Do you mean Mu Feng is a big radish with a heart of a flower?"
Chapter completed!