Chapter 8 The meat buns are so delicious (2/2)

The gray-white Western-style buildings had a cold outline in the morning light, and the sound of ship horns from the distant dock, mixed with the swishing of street sweepers, announced the awakening of the city.

Suddenly, an overwhelming aroma of meat, mixed with the sweet scent of fermented noodles, entered Ruan Tang's nostrils without warning.

The aroma is rich and direct, with a captivating, oily fragrance.

It was a taste she had never experienced in either of her two lives.

Ruan Tang's throat moved slightly, and she swallowed hard, unable to resist.

In the cultivation world, everyone pursues fasting, and the main purpose of food is to replenish spiritual energy; it is bland and tasteless.

Even if the puppet grandmother is proficient in all kinds of cooking skills, the spiritual food she makes can only ensure that the spiritual energy is not lost.

But things are different now.

Ruan Tang's eyes suddenly lit up, shining like two obsidian stones washed by morning dew.

She nimbly slid off the puppet grandmother's back, her voice crisp and clear.

"Grandma, wait for me here."

Before she finished speaking, she had already followed the deadly fragrance, like a kitten that had caught a whiff of fish, and ran over quickly.

There was a long queue in front of the state-run restaurant.

Ruan Tang followed the example of others and obediently stood at the end of the line.

When it was her turn, she finally saw what was being sold in the window.

Steaming hot meat buns, plump and white, huddled together.

Next to it was a large pot of rich soy milk and steaming boiled eggs in a mesh bag.

In the original owner's memory, these were all ordinary foods.

But for Ruan Tang, this was an absolutely irresistible delicacy that lured her soul.

She couldn't help but slurp her saliva again.

"Ten meat buns, two bowls of soy milk, and five eggs."

Her voice was sweet and clear, but the number she announced made the auntie at the window who was getting food look at her twice.

Ruan Tang had money in her pocket at the moment and was full of confidence.

She took out a brand-new black 10-yuan note and some grain and meat coupons from her storage bag and handed them over. Watching the auntie return a pile of change, she followed the original owner's example and carefully put them away.

The food was wrapped in oil paper and was piping hot to the touch.

Ruan Tang held the paper package tightly in her arms with one hand, while her other hand eagerly picked up a steamed bun.

She couldn't even wait to find a place to sit down, so she stood by the roadside and took a big bite without caring about her image.

The soft dough was instantly torn apart by the teeth, and the rich meat juices burst open in the mouth!

The savory and delicious flavor, mixed with the fragrance of scallions, rushes straight to the top of your head from the tip of your tongue!

tasty!

It's so delicious!

Ruan Tang squinted her eyes in happiness, her cheeks puffed out, and a sense of satisfaction seemed to overflow from every pore.

She continued eating as she walked, and by the time she returned to the puppet grandmother's side, she had already finished a steamed bun.

The two turned into the depths of the alley and stopped in front of an inconspicuous wooden door.

This is the small courtyard left by my great-aunt. It is surrounded by old neighbors who have lived here for decades, and it is full of the warmth of everyday life.

As Ruan Tang sipped her warm soy milk, she recalled the original owner's memories.

It was only after repeated persuasion from Ruan's father that the original owner finally succumbed to her deep affection for her father and agreed to stay at the Ruan family's old house for a while, waiting to go to Hong Kong together.

Who could have imagined that in just half a month, the father and daughter who were preparing to run away together would both die in the underworld.

Ruan Tang sighed and took another bite of the bun.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Eating is the most important thing.

Her dual spiritual roots, which are incompatible with each other, allowed her to live to the Golden Core stage in the cultivation world entirely thanks to her father, the head of a sect, who used rare and precious materials to force her to achieve this.

Fearing she wouldn't survive long after going out to gain experience, they created various puppets for the small world.

I wonder how her father, who never put on airs as a sect leader and was always crying, is doing now. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)