Zhuchen wandered around and confirmed that the order inside Chaowen was still in good order. Although the flow of people increased ten times, no one was waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble. The monks got along harmoniously with each other.

This is natural. The pressure of Feng Wuye hangs over the city all the time. A single name can make the monks learn to be civilized and establish new practices. No one lives too idle and comes here to die, right?

Today, it was reported that all construction projects were suspended for one day. Every morning, people were asked to collect several months' wages and accompany their families to the daily necessities area specially opened at the back of the department store to purchase supplies needed for the winter.

At this time, everyone had finished shopping and were sitting in the sun showing each other their shopping results.

Zhang Shiwen's wife held a piece of cloth in her arms, compared it with the woman next to her with a smile, and discussed that they should exchange some cloth and cut out brightly colored clothes.

When they saw Zhuchen showing up, they said they would make her some new sets of bedding and asked her what color she liked.

The clothes Zhuchen wore were all brought from Pu Fengzong. They were different from ordinary fabrics and were soft and compliant. They knew that the fabrics they had on hand were not as good as the ones they had made, and it would not be comfortable for her to wear.

But the sheets and tents used in her room were all old.

In the early days, conditions were difficult and she could only use rough linen. Later, Yingxiu brought her a silk quilt, Zhuchen took it apart and gave it to Feng Buye, and she has made do with it until now.

Wu Niang had long wanted to change it for her, but because there was not enough cloth in the city before, and the people had no money to wear cotton-padded jackets for the winter, she was afraid that saying these things would make Zhu Chen unhappy, so she had endured it until now.

Today she went into the store and saw that the shelves in the store were filled with a dizzying array of cloths, and some were silks with a smooth feel and glossy appearance. The prices were not high, so she and a few people could buy them together.

As soon as I could afford it, I was eager to make a set for Zhuchen.

Zhuchen's tattered sheets were about to be kicked out by Liao Lioyun, and it was indeed uncomfortable to lie down on. He smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble the sisters and go to the store to directly report my name to receive the goods."

"Sir, Immortal Lord, you are so polite to us." Wu Niang put the things on the ground, "If you, Immortal Lord, are free now, may I go to your room to measure the dimensions?"

This was the bed that Zhuchen made herself. She often dreamed of transforming it into a luxurious king-size bed, so she remembered it clearly and directly reported the dimensions.

Wu Niang responded with a smile: "Okay, I will send it to Xianjun tomorrow."

It's so considerate, Zhuchen secretly said, no wonder we call the common people people, but isn't it just for people to worry about and easy to satisfy?

Zhuchen said goodbye to Wuniang and went to visit the overtime workers today.

What is indispensable in any business district is a food circle!

If there is, if there is no need to wait for others, the daily meals have become takeaways, and the restaurant where Uncle Liu is located has become more prosperous. There is an endless stream of people, and those who arrive late do not even have a seat.

Expect something early in the morning.

People are all greedy. After a hard day's work and spending so much money, isn't it unusual to buy something delicious when you see it?

Therefore, she called all the capable cooks in Yuyuan City over early, and asked the people to lend their empty tables and iron pots to create a scene, and temporarily built a large open-air kitchen in the open space.

Even so, because many people did not get up and leave after eating, but sat and continued chatting with others, the restaurant that expanded day by day was still a bit smaller.

Old Liu stood in front of the stove, wearing only a thin short shirt, and sweat could not stop flowing down his forehead.

It was winter now, and this was a ventilated place. The cold air blowing over could almost freeze one's cheeks. White smoke billowed in front of Old Liu, and the water vapor evaporated from the thick soup completely offset the chill of the winter wind.

, also blocked his sight. It wasn't until Zhuchen walked up to him that he could clearly see the person coming.

"The Immortal Lord is here!" Lao Liu immediately pulled the linen cloth aside to wipe his hands and said enthusiastically, "Are you free? You haven't eaten yet? How about I cook you something?"

Zhuchen lowered his head and saw the boiling milk-white broth in the pot. In this cold winter month, he felt a little moved. He stopped him and said, "No need to bother with cooking. Just give me a bowl of noodles."

Lao Liu: "Great!"

Considering the large number of customers today, there was no time to cook dishes one by one, so Zhu morning asked the chefs to prepare more dishes that were convenient for dining, and everyone unanimously chose noodles.

Throw various ingredients into the pot and simmer over low heat in advance at night. After pulling the noodles, you can just cook them with water the next day and serve directly. It is convenient and simple.

Lao Liu's stove here makes a total of three flavors.

Zhuchen asked his junior brother to help butcher a briquette, and the big bones were used to make soup. The meat from each part was braised or braised according to the quality of the meat, and paired with sauerkraut or other ingredients, it had a completely different flavor.

The aroma of rice noodles and big bones wafted out with the wind, and before you even entered your mouth, you felt a warm current filling your chest.

Lao Liu quickly got out of the pot, brought a bowl almost as big as a basin in front of Zhuchen, and urged her to eat it quickly.

"Are you hungry? Thank you for your hard work, Immortal Lord."

Zhuchen couldn't laugh or cry. Let's not talk about whether she was hungry or not. Such a large bowl of food was not something that ordinary people could eat.

What is this called? People think you are hungry?

Lao Liu didn't wait for her to refuse, grabbed the rag and walked to the front, neatly cleared a seat for her, and motioned for her to sit safely.

There were three other young monks at the same table. The three of them were counting the accounts with their fingers, trying to put together another order for a prize. They turned around and saw the meat that was about to fall out of Zhuchen's bowl. They were shocked and said, "Why is her bowl like this?"

There’s so much meat in it? So that pot of soup also contains meat?”

"There is meat. I ate a small piece, but I didn't dare to take a big bite for fear that I wouldn't taste the taste."

"Oh, fellow Taoist, maybe you have already eaten it. The meat is covered on the surface, so thin that it is almost invisible. If I hadn't been careful, I wouldn't have noticed that there is meat in the soup!"

"With such thin meat, it won't melt in the soup?"

The number of briquettes was already scarce, but this time there were so many guests, so Old Liu was naturally reluctant to put more. He learned the Lanzhou Ramen-style cutting method without any instruction, and covered it with one or two slices and added a piece of meat.

For money, the price/performance ratio instantly went up.

Zhuchen felt that Lao Liu's knife skills might be better than those of those ramen chefs. The meat was cut so thin but the meat didn't fall apart. Who wouldn't say yes after seeing it?

The young people had been holding back these complaints for a long time, but because the soup was delicious, the noodles were chewy, and the taste was really good, they thought they were in a remote location and couldn't afford meat on weekdays, so they pretended not to know.

But with Zhuchen's comparison, how could they endure it?

Who are they looking down on? They even dare to draw prizes, but are they afraid they can't afford a piece of meat?!

The conversation between the three people immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding monks.

They stood up and looked this way. They couldn't calm down and shouted dissatisfiedly:

"Why! There must be two kilograms of meat in your bowl, right?"

"Fellow Taoist, where are you from?"

"Okay, you bad old man, you are so shameless! When you see a little Taoist friend who is pretty, you bribe her with meat. Girl, you have to see clearly, this person is already old and he still has bad intentions!"

"Fellow Taoist, are you here alone? How about I take you for a walk?"

No matter where he goes, he attracts everyone's attention and becomes the focus of the crowd. Zhuchen sighed softly. Is this the so-called heartthrob? This is really annoying.

She picked up a piece of meat that had been stewed until tender and replied calmly: "It didn't cost you a cent."

"Then why does he give you so much?"

"Because I am the leader of Chaowen." Zhuchen turned around and asked, "Is this reason enough?"

The voices that were still arguing suddenly died down, and the young people stared at her face intently.

With so many piercing eyes focused on her, Zhuchen was too embarrassed to eat, so she just held the bowl and stared back at everyone.

She also understands that it is hard for people to believe that someone like her is young, beautiful, successful and outstanding, but also very rich. After all, many sects may not be as famous as they are today after developing for more than a hundred years.

These are all inseparable from her leadership.

When Zhuchen thought about her achievements carefully, she felt that she couldn't keep a low profile. Her current state may be a bit arrogant, but she is high-spirited, isn't that what it means?

Zhuchen put down the bowl and was about to take out her leader's token to prove her identity when the young man next to her suddenly approached and grabbed her sleeve with force.

Zhuchen was frightened, thinking that he wanted to ask for advice, and raised his arm to pull back his sleeves, but the young man asked her in a humble and pitiful tone: "Can you give me another lottery ticket?"

?”

Zhuchen: "...?"

This sentence awakened everyone's souls. This group of monks who didn't know what was in their minds rushed to echo:

"Don't ask me to draw anymore. I bought 10,000 spirit stones but I can't draw anything! Go and draw for me. I don't believe there are so many good things in your prize pool!"

"I'll buy it directly from you, don't let me smoke it! I want a top-grade talisman! I beg you!"

"Can I give you a gift in exchange for a lottery ticket? Fellow Taoist, please give me another chance and let me try again!"

"What's the secret? How did you arrange the lottery? Do you dare to tell me!"

I woke up in a daze in the morning, this is the sequelae of the lottery! No organizer can escape the anger of the African chiefs, especially when these African chiefs are straight men.

Her feverish head suddenly came to her senses, and she quickly rushed out of the crowd with the bowl in hand and went to the kitchen. Old Liu stopped everyone outside and raised his big palm as a threat.

A group of young people who were blocked accurately found allies in the chaos. They hugged the strange brothers beside them and cried bitterly: "Did you not win anything? Me too!"

"My brother got three mid-grade magic weapons and a few rare ores each, but I didn't get anything after more than a hundred draws. I'm not willing to accept it!"

"Chaowen must be targeting me, otherwise it would be impossible!"

Zhuchen stood behind the door, watching the group of people crying and howling, feeling a sense of deja vu.

They are from the same roots.

Lao Liu asked with concern: "Xianjun, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhuchen shook his head, with a rare conscience discovery, "Uncle Liu, please put more meat in the back, otherwise I'm afraid they will go crazy. Catering is Chaowen's second pillar industry after farming. We

Build a good reputation."

"Okay. That's what you said, Xianjun." Old Liu responded respectfully, turned around and glared at the monks outside.

After eating the noodles, he quietly slipped out of the back door early in the morning and returned to the department store.

As dusk approached, after everyone's frenzied buying, most of the shops were almost sold out. The empty-sleeved monks all gathered at the lottery point to watch the final feast.

Zhuchen was still frightened, and when he walked to the information desk, he was still looking at everyone's faces.

Quan Tong pushed today's accounts to her, a happy smile appeared on his pale face, and Zhu Chen saw the consciousness of "die without regrets".

...It doesn’t have to be this way.

She opened the account book and coldly scanned the numbers at the end.

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Chapter completed!