Chapter 2: The Bun Shop Was Robbed

Unlike the savory aroma of the small meat bun, the fragrance of the red bean bun was sweet and enticing, just as its name suggested.

Just by smelling it, one would feel as if they had tasted honey.

The scent permeated everywhere without exception.

The moment Lu Wu stepped into the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, as she brushed past a few people, many eyes followed her.

“What’s that smell? It’s so fragrant!”

“Tsk, what delicious thing is that?”

“I just caught a whiff of it—slurp—I’m starving.”

Business at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion was thriving. On the first floor, the courtesans were attending to guests. Amidst the mingling scents of wine and perfume, the soft, glutinous aroma of red beans instantly captivated their souls.

At this moment, even the delicate, soft-bodied courtesans seemed less alluring.

“Little girl, what are you carrying there?”

A guest with a cool and aloof appearance blocked Lu Wu’s path, his gaze fixed greedily on the oil-paper-wrapped package, almost lunging forward.

He was known for being extremely picky about food; even when here for pleasure, he wouldn’t normally take a bite.

But now, he was tempted.

His mouth watered profusely, and Lou Xiaotian wanted to transform into a wolf and pounce.

“It’s a bun.”

Lu Wu, reading his expression, pointed outside: “The bun shop is right across from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. You’ll see it as soon as you step out.”

“Thanks.”

Directed, Lou Xiaotian quickly dashed out, followed closely by others who had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Even some courtesans, losing interest in entertaining guests, followed them outside.

After all, indulging the appetite was also a desire—and beneficial to their cultivation.

Seeing the hall suddenly half empty, Lu Wu, under the brothel madam’s deadly glare, silently muttered an apology before hastily sending the buns to the courtesan from earlier.

Inside the room, the courtesan sat on the dressing table, her expression sour.

Her fingers caressed her cheek, where some blemishes had appeared on what should have been a pristine, jade-like face.

She had tried various remedies, all to no avail, and every time she went out, she had to wear heavy makeup.

Over time, her patrons had dwindled, and her cultivation had stagnated for a long while.

“It’s you. Leave it here.”

The courtesan, not in the mood to eat, nodded toward the table with a faint expression, clearly unwilling to chat further.

After placing the buns down, Lu Wu glanced at the way the courtesan gently touched her cheek, lost in thought.

If she remembered correctly, the system’s recipe had said that because the ingredients from the Qingyuan Realm were infused with spiritual energy, the food made from them carried special effects.

For example, eating this sweet red bean bun could make one’s skin as pure and tender as a first love.

“Sister, buns are best eaten while hot,” Lu Wu said softly, then left as the other waved her hand dismissively.

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