His cooking is so delicious that he's become the darling of the entire cultivation world.

Chapter 116 Hawthorn

Yun Ci looked at the stalls she passed by.

My eyes widened when I saw a stall.

Looking at the bright red fruit on the stall, Yun Ci said, "Wait a minute, I want to go down and take a look."

The carriage stopped.

"Yun Ci, wait for me." Chu Ziming followed after him.

"Chu mi." Wait for me.

Xiao Bai followed.

"Thank you," Yun Ci said to Feng Zhao with a smile, standing on the ground.

Feng Zhao dared not meet those clear eyes.

He looked away, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said politely, "You're welcome, it's what I should do."

Chu Ziming jumped down as well, "Yun Ci, what did you see? Why did you suddenly run out without waiting for me?"

Yun Ci grabbed Chu Ziming's arm, her smile radiant, "Come with me."

"Young monk, would you like to buy some?"

The stall owner beamed with joy as he watched the two young boys approach.

Finally, the guests have arrived.

The more Yun Ci looked at it, the more convinced she became that the small fruit was a hawthorn.

"May I try some?" Yun Ci looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation.

I don't know if it tastes right.

Upon hearing this, the stall owner hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, a cultivator from an unknown sect passed by and said to the person next to him,

"Oh my god, don't buy this today, it's so sour."

"Pfft." Yun Ci was amused.

The two men looked down when they heard the laughter and saw the little boy who barely reached their chests.

Yun Ci looked up.

The two of them immediately showed expressions of amazement.

So cute.

How can a boy look like that?

Could it be a monster in disguise? It doesn't look like a real person.

Yun Ci blinked. "Sorry, I wasn't mocking you. I just thought you were funny and straightforward."

He looks a lot like someone from Northeast China.

He really likes people from Northeast China. When he was learning to be a chef, there was a young man from Northeast China in his dormitory.

I take him out to play every day, and he has so much fun!

At first, Yun Ci thought he had a bad temper and was a little afraid of him, but after getting to know him, she found that he was kind and had no ulterior motives.

Upon hearing this, the male cultivator who had just spoken let out a hearty laugh.

"It's okay! I don't mind! People often say I'm funny when I talk."

Young friend, are you going to buy this sour fruit? Don't you dare buy it! Let me tell you…”

"Cough cough cough." The stall owner suddenly started coughing.

The man's companion, who had spoken so frankly, pulled him back, saying, "Stop talking."

This was happening right in front of their boss.

Although their cultivation level is not low, righteous people will not use their cultivation to bully ordinary people.

The cultivator immediately burst into laughter, "Haha."

Seeing the angry stall owner, he continued, "Don't be angry, boss. I didn't mean anything by it. It really wasn't very tasty. I'm just telling the truth..."

"Go away, get out of here, don't cause trouble."

The stall owner gritted his teeth.

The people behind saw the red berries at this stall and immediately left.

"Boss, may I try one? If it's good, I'll buy it," Yun Ci said again.

If they eat it, they'll be even less likely to buy it again.

The stall owner had already given up hope, but looking at the expectant eyes of the young boy in front of him...

Even the stall owner who always cheated out-of-towners softened his heart.

"Eat up, eat up, hey."

More and more people now know that this fruit doesn't taste good, so what if the fruit has a spirit?

Now you can't fool first-time visitors anymore.

These days, money is hard to earn...

Yun Ci smiled with narrowed eyes, said thank you boss, picked up one, wiped it, and took a bite.

The sour taste immediately filled my mouth, and I started drooling.

So sour!

Yun Ci swallowed the hawthorn and at the same time felt spiritual energy flowing into her dantian.

Yun Ci's fair face wrinkled slightly from the sourness.

It's the taste.

This really is hawthorn!

"Boss, how much is this?"

Yun Ci looked at the hawthorn in her hand and asked.

The hawthorns on this stall are all like little red lanterns, bright red and plump.

There was not a single bad outcome.

If it could be made into candied hawthorn skewers, then each hawthorn on the skewers would be the biggest fruit.

The stall owner was prepared for Yun Ci not to buy anything, but he was surprised and delighted when Yun Ci actually wanted to buy it.

"Little cultivator, how much do you want? Mine is ten coins per pound, but if you buy a lot, I'll give you a discount, seven coins per pound, how about that?"

After the stall owner finished speaking, he looked at the young boy in front of him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Since you're so pleasing to the eye, I'll give you six coins a pound!"

Yun Ci smiled and said, "Thank you, boss. I'll take them all!"

"This fruit has spiritual energy, and it's so cheap," Yun Ci asked curiously.

"Boss, where did you pick this fruit? Did you grow it yourself?"

The stall owner shook his head, "There are many of these fruits on Xinghai Island, but no one picks them. People don't like to eat them. I was thinking of picking them and selling them to people who don't know about them."

After saying that, the stall owner realized he had let something slip and quickly shut up.

Yun Ci asked in surprise, "Can I pick them as I please? Won't anyone stop me?"

“You can pick them. The people from the Star Sea Sect thought there were too many sour fruits, so they cut down a lot of them.”

As they were saying this, it was already installed.

It cost less than a hundred coins in total. Yun Ci took out her small cloth bag, counted the money, and gave it to the stall owner.

Chu Ziming also took a bite of a hawthorn.

Immediately, his face scrunched up from the sourness.

"It's not tasty, it's not tasty at all."

After buying the hawthorns, Yun Ci prepared to return to the carriage.

Just then, the person who had spoken so readily earlier walked over.

Seeing Yun Ci and Chu Ziming clasp their hands in a fist salute, Zhou Yunshan said, "Fellow Daoists, please wait a moment. My name is Zhou Yunshan. I find you two junior brothers quite agreeable. May I get to know you?"

Looking at the outgoing Zhou Yunshan, Yun Ci nodded her head and said, "Hello, my name is Yun Ci."

Chu Ziming also said, "My name is Chu Ziming, Yun Ci's best friend, Yun Ci's only best friend."

Yun Ci, “…”

Zhou Yunshan gave a hearty laugh, “Yun Ci, Chu Zimo.”

The two boys nodded.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Yun Ci bid farewell to Zhou Yunshan and got into the carriage.

They watched Zhou Yunshan standing there, waving his hands and smiling as he said goodbye to them.

Yun Ci felt that the chances of seeing him again were slim.

After all, the world is so big.

However, it is fate that we were able to meet.

......

The inn where Yun Ci and his group stayed this time was very luxurious, with a total of twelve floors.

The pillars are carved with various mythical beast patterns.

Intricate and beautiful, grand and magnificent.

Although this is a world of cultivation, one place still reminded Yun Ci of some ancient architecture.

The inn they stayed at was located in the center of Xinghai City.

Sixteen wide roads stretch from dozens of miles away to the center of Xinghai City, demonstrating how advantageous Xinghai City's geographical location is.

The main street in the city center is devoid of street vendors; instead, there are rows of tall restaurants, shops, and teahouses...

The people walking on the street, and those going in and out of teahouses and restaurants, were all dressed in extraordinary clothes.

You can also see disciples from many different sects coming here.

Yun Ci guessed that those disciples were also there for training.

Two young boys arrived at the inn's room with two small animals.