The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Does She Have to Belong to Someone?

"Hello, one mint water." Xue Can wasn’t one for pleasantries and placed his order bluntly.

Only a fool would turn down a paying customer. Shen Lu didn’t give Xue Can a smile, but she ladled out the mint water and handed it to him, taking the opportunity to promote her egg waffles as well.

"My new egg waffles are delicious. Would you like to try one?"

Xue Can downed the mint water in one go. His fiery pupils narrowed slightly, as if he were savoring it.

He didn’t hesitate at Shen Lu’s recommendation and nodded in agreement.

Shen Lu immediately started making the egg waffle, rattling off the price in a clear voice. "An egg waffle is 40 Star Coins, so with the mint water, that’s 60 Star Coins total."

"Fine."

Xue Can looked down at the young woman crouching before the iron stool, making the egg waffle. She was still wearing that same dirty lace dress, and her hair was slightly disheveled, but her face and hands were clean.

So clean, in fact, they gave her away. There was no way she was truly some poor, lower-class citizen reduced to running a street stall.

’How long will she keep playing this game of "experiencing life"?’

Suddenly, Xue Can found himself concerned about it.

The mint water could soothe his Spiritual Sea, but the effect wasn’t long-lasting. He’d had two cups yesterday, and in less than an hour, his Spiritual Sea had gradually returned to its usual state.

If his Spiritual Sea had never been calmed, Xue Can wouldn’t have found its constant state of near-riot so irritating.

But he *had* experienced that peace. The method was so simple and the cost was next to nothing. How could he not be tempted?

Xue Can’s fingers tightened around the cup. In the most sincere voice he had ever used, he asked, "Is there really no way you can sell me more mint water? You can name any condition. As long as it’s not outrageous, I’ll meet it."

Shen Lu glanced up at him and refused coolly, "No."

’Popularity value is much harder to earn than money. I sold over twenty cups of mint water yesterday and only got 15 points.’

Shen Lu didn’t understand. Every customer who drank the mint water yesterday had a look of bliss on their face. ’How could anyone still be unsatisfied?’

’Is my service bad?’

’Or is the product not good?’

After thinking it over, Shen Lu decided her stall was just too crude.

Most customers on Gold Street had some financial means and certain standards for their quality of life.

’Maybe those who weren’t satisfied were unhappy with the dining environment.’

But that wasn’t something Shen Lu could solve overnight.

Renting a storefront wasn’t the same price as renting an apartment. Besides, Shen Lu wanted to pick a good location. She couldn’t very well open her shop in the Seventeenth District, could she?

Xue Can sighed in disappointment. He set his cup on the lid of a bucket, his nostrils flaring as he stared intently at the egg waffle maker.

On his way over, he had caught an overpowering, sweet aroma and had wondered when a new pastry shop had opened on Gold Street.

Only now did he realize it was the young woman’s new product.

It smelled so good.

Incredibly good.

Xue Can had never been particular about food. As long as it was edible and provided energy, it was fine. He’d never felt a desire to actually *taste* something.

But right now, he was very curious to taste the egg waffle Shen Lu had recommended.

His gaze swept past her and landed on Fu Cheng.

He’d noticed the man yesterday. He had no dangerous aura about him and was so heavily injured he looked like he could breathe his last at any moment.

’This rich young miss really spares no effort for her persona. I wonder where she found such a half-dead guy to prop up in the back every time she sets up shop, just to prove how "poor" she is and how she "needs" to make money.’

The corner of Xue Can’s mouth curled into a sneer. ’These upper-class folks really know how to have their fun.’

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