The owner who sells Qianxiang cake is very kind, maybe it has something to do with the temperament of the demon cultivator. Each piece of Qianxiang cake is made to be about half the size of an adult's hand.
Even for foodies like them, it would take several bites to finish the meal - well, for foodies like Murong Yi, Gu Qingxi would never admit that she was a foodie in front of outsiders.
But the little boy actually swallowed it in one bite. I don't know if he chewed it or tasted it.
Looking at his small body, small face, and small mouth, they couldn't even imagine how he swallowed it.
Murong Yi stared at the little boy blankly for a while, then realized that he was still looking at her eagerly.
So he picked up another piece of Qianxiang cake and handed it to him: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you, be careful not to choke."
Her worries were obviously unnecessary. The little boy just opened his mouth and the Qianxiang cake disappeared without a trace, and then he looked up at her again.
There was no other way, Murong Yi could only take out the third piece of Qianxiang cake and handed it over.
This time she didn't have the nerve to remind her. Look at how clean others were eating each bite. Did they look like they were about to choke?
This was indeed the case. The little boy opened his mouth again, and the third piece of Qianxiang cake disappeared without a trace. Not to mention choking, he didn't even stretch his neck.
Murong Yi was suddenly a little worried. Although they had bought twenty boxes of Qianxiang cakes and were packing fifty more boxes, the way the little guy was eating them, no matter how much they had, they might not be enough for him.
"Little brother, you are still young. Eating too much at one time is not good for your stomach." Murong Yi knelt down and said with a concerned look on her face, her smile was gentler than ever before.
The little boy didn't speak, he just looked at her eagerly as before, his eyes seemed to say: "You promised me to eat whatever I want."
What does this mean? Is it possible that a strong man in the Nascent Soul Realm like me can still speak without admitting his fault? Isn’t it just ordering food? I don’t believe that a little brat like you can eat better than me. Murong Yi was seen by him
I'm a little embarrassed, and even more unconvinced.
"Here you go." Murong Yi simply picked up a whole box of Qianxiang cakes from the stall next to him and handed it to him.
There were fifty boxes left unpacked at the back, so they were not in a hurry to put the Qianxiang cakes they bought earlier into storage bags.
Then, Murong Yi was stunned again.
One bite, two bites, three bites... I saw the little boy bite one bite at a time, and in just a few breaths, a box of Qianxiang cakes was only empty, with not even a bit of residue left.
Okay, okay, I want to see how good you are at eating. Murong Yi handed over another whole box of Qianxiang cakes.
As a foodie, she felt that her dignity had been seriously challenged.
Unfortunately, the following facts proved that her dignity as a foodie was not challenged, but crushed.
One box, two boxes, three boxes... When Murong Yi reached out his hand again, he found that the stall next to him was empty. All twenty boxes of Qianxiang cakes had been eaten cleanly by the little boy.
There was silence behind him, everyone was dumbfounded, even the bakery owner was dumbfounded.
After selling Qianxiang cakes all his life, he had seen many edible ones, but this was the first time he had seen such edible ones, and he was only a child.
As for Murong Yi herself, she was in so much pain that it was hard to breathe, as if someone had stabbed her in the heart with a knife, and even her face, which had finally returned to its original color, became livid again.
That was twenty boxes of Qianxiang cakes. She only tasted one piece and it was all eaten by others.
How heartbreaking this must be for a monk who can explode ten times his fighting power and even split himself from one continent to another just for food.
"I knew you would be angry, but I told you that I am a good eater. Forget it, sister, I won't eat. Can you please stop being angry?" Seeing Murong Yi's blue face, the little boy bit his fingers and said,
He said a little scared and a little aggrieved.
Murong Yi's face became even more ugly: she said this as if she would eat her own food.
"Aren't there still fifty boxes? Give them to me." Murong Yi said to the boss who was still in a daze.
"There are only twenty boxes left. Thirty boxes have been packed just now and he has eaten them all." The boss said with a cold sweat while holding twenty boxes of Qianxiang cake.
I was secretly glad in my heart. Fortunately, I was just in a daze and forgot to send these twenty boxes.
Murong Yi staggered and almost fell to the ground: It turned out that he not only ate twenty boxes, but a whole fifty boxes, fifty boxes...well, actually it was not a whole fifty boxes, because she and Gu Qingxi also
We each tasted a piece, but is there any difference? Is there any difference?
Are you a pig? Why are you so edible? No, pigs don’t have anything that edible, let alone a little pig.
Looking at the little boy's still flat belly, Murong Yi even doubted whether he had transformed into the legendary Taotie, but judging from the aura emanating from his body, this was obviously impossible.
"Then let's get another fifty boxes... no, a hundred boxes." Murong Yi calmed down and said to the boss.
She really didn't believe that a little kid could make her poor.
"Girl, although the Qianxiang fruit is not an extraordinary spiritual fruit, its output is extremely limited and you cannot make many Qianxiang cakes.
You see, I can only set up my stall once every half a month, and there are so many people waiting behind me. Should I let them buy first? When it is ready next time, I will save as much as you want." The boss said awkwardly.
Only then did Murong Yi notice that in just a short while, the queue behind him had grown longer.
The remaining Qianxiang cakes on the stall were probably barely enough for one person. If they bought another hundred boxes, they would definitely not be enough to sell.
"Let's go first." Gu Qingxi said.
Although everyone was stunned by the little boy's good appetite, when they heard that they wanted to buy another hundred boxes of Qianxiang cakes, many people showed dissatisfaction on their faces.
After all, the monks still focus on cultivation. It's okay to buy some Qianxiang cakes when passing by Xiling City and let relatives and friends have a taste. It's not worth making a special trip again.
She didn't want to be drowned in saliva for Qianxiang cake. Anyway, there were twenty boxes left, and ten boxes were almost enough for her. As for Murong Yi's ten boxes, should she keep her word and keep them, or should she keep her promise and let others eat them?
Then it's none of her business.
"Okay." Murong Yi also noticed the dissatisfied looks of everyone behind him, so he could only accept the Qianxiang cake from the boss, keep ten boxes for himself, and give the other ten boxes to Gu Qingxi, and reluctantly withdrew from the crowd.
The little boy followed them step by step, looking longingly at the Qianxiang cake in Murong Yi's hand, as if he was still saying: "You said you can eat whatever you want."
Murong Yi could easily read his gaze, and regretted so much that she almost slapped herself in the mouth: They say you can take medicine randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. You have been practicing for so many years, why don't you understand this truth?
ah.
Regret is regret, but the cause you planted, no matter how bitter the fruit is, you have to eat it with tears. At this moment, Murong Yi felt the regret and helplessness of his entire life.
Holding back the pain that felt like a knife in her heart, Murong Yi picked up another box of Qianxiang cake and prepared to hand it to the little boy.
"I have other snacks here, do you want to eat them?" Seeing Murong Yi's confusion, Gu Qingxi asked.
"But I just want to eat Qianxiang cake." The little boy said with a bitter face.
"Try it first. If you don't like it, then eat Qianxiang cake." Gu Qingxi said and took out a box of osmanthus cake, and a strange aroma hit her nostrils.
The little boy's eyes lit up, he almost couldn't wait to take it, and started eating it with big mouthfuls.
After eating, he never looked at the Qianxiang cake in Murong Yi's hand, but stared at Gu Qingxi's storage bag expectantly.
This result did not surprise Gu Qingxi at all. Although the ingredients used in this box of osmanthus cake are not as rare as Qianxiang cake, when it comes to cooking skills, who in the world can compare with A Xiu, not to mention that this is A Xiu's meticulous preparation.
The snacks she prepared.
"Is it delicious?" Gu Qingxi asked.
"It's delicious, it's delicious. I have never eaten such a delicious snack." The little boy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice while swallowing involuntarily.
What a pitiful child, his clothes don't look like he comes from a poor family, how can he be so greedy?
Gu Qingxi looked at the little boy's seemingly simple but extremely good-quality blouse, feeling sympathetic but also a little confused.