I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1042 - 1041: Over 300,000 Virtual Coins, and It Actually Feels Worth It?

Chapter 1042: Chapter 1041: Over 300,000 Virtual Coins, and It Actually Feels Worth It?

The rich taste of crab roe is unforgettable, and when paired with the specially made oyster congee, it complements each other perfectly, making the taste buds dance to the beautiful flavors.

Amazing.

The whole family agreed it was good after they finished eating.

"How much did this cost?" Jing Shu asked.

The simple-minded landlady wiped her hands and chuckled, "Altogether, it’s 188,000 Virtual Coins." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"How, how much? Are you robbing us?" Grandma Jing jumped up in shock, usually, she wouldn’t spend more than 100 Virtual Coins even when dining out as a guest. My goodness, paying 180,000 for a meal! Why not rob us directly!

Jing Shu tapped the price list: "Doesn’t it say 888 Virtual Coins per bowl here?"

"Look, the small print underneath says ’dead crab’."

Jing Shu squatted down to check, damn it, it was really written in tiny, ant-sized letters, she thought it was just a comma.

She felt that 888 couldn’t possibly get such a delicious congee, but—wasn’t this a scam?!

The landlady started calculating loudly again,

"You didn’t say whether you wanted dead crab or live crab. Since you all looked well-off and shiny, I used live crab. Currently, one live crab costs over ten thousand, and you ate so much, so that’s the price."

Saying this, she pulled out the price list for live crabs: "We price transparently."

Grandma Jing was ready to roll up her sleeves to fight, but Jing Shu pulled her down.

The landlady stood at the door with hands on her hips, loudly saying: "What’s wrong, are you planning to eat and not pay? This is the Affluent Street, where prices have always been like this. If you refuse to pay, I’ll report you."

Many nearby vendors poked their heads out to watch.

Just then, Chu Zhuohua stood up and said, "It’s okay, Grandma, live prices are expensive now; I will pay." He whispered to Grandma Jing, "Grandma, I’ll write a complaint letter and get the money back tenfold."

Jing Shu: "..."

Grandma Jing coughed and decided to let it go.

Jing Shu covered her face and then said, "It’s alright, brother-in-law, we’re on a business trip this time, and everything will be reimbursed. Landlady, your congee is very delicious; pack us twenty more portions. Let’s make the transfer."

The landlady looked at the group incredulously; was she encountering a flock of gullible, wealthy sheep?

The landlady sighed: "Don’t worry, I’ll make it all with live crab; our packaged meals are delicious."

After receiving the money, the landlady finished packing the meals for Jing Shu’s group and stood at the door waving: "Honored guests, come again!"

Saying this, she winked at the surrounding people, hinting she had found the golden geese.

Mrs. Jing asked from one side, "Girl, will they really reimburse? This meal cost over 300,000 Virtual Coins!"

Jing Shu smiled slightly: "Less likely won’t be covered; more gets reimbursed."

This bewildered the whole family, but Jing Shu said nothing else, merely instructing Ah Xing to keep the video evidence and to write a report upon returning.

Just a bit of congee didn’t even count as an appetizer.

They continued to visit several other places, seemingly receiving some cue, as prices everywhere spiked, outrageously expensive.

Jing Shu welcomed it all, eating and packing away, becoming the trendiest wealthy lady of the Affluent Street.

"At any time, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart; once a crack appears, you’ll be slaughtered mercilessly."

However, when Shen Xing was embellishing his report a bit, he realized, it wasn’t entirely true.

This old-brand shop of bamboo pole-made noodles was legendary. The noodle chef sat on a thick bamboo stick, kneading the dough only with whole duck eggs, no water added, repeating the compression for 2 hours, creating a dough with elasticity. Thus, the noodles were fine, absorbing the broth flavor perfectly.

Everyone had a large sea bowl of noodles before them, sprinkled with special shrimp roe and aromatic spices, paired with rich and fresh shrimp broth.

"Slurp slurp~"

The sound of noodle slurping filled the scene, distinctly different in style and flavor from traditional coarse noodles, Lanzhou Noodles, Wu City noodles, Chongqing Small Noodles, etc.

The main focus was on thin yet resilient noodles, endlessly soft and contrasting in the mouth, ultimately blending the fresh, salty aroma with seafood and duck egg flavors, making it unforgettable with each careful taste.

It was so delicious that Jing Shu alone ate seven or eight bowls.

"One bowl is 388 Virtual Coins, totaling 13,000 Virtual Coins."

Jing Shu was a bit surprised; he was an honest person. The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties, with his wife tutoring their elementary school son in online lessons amidst chaos.

The little boy’s mom chased him with a slipper, and he crashed into Jing Shu’s embrace, crying while insisting he wasn’t wrong, and asked Jing Shu:

"Sister, did I do this question wrong?"

Jing Shu looked at the conjunction questions; the boy wrote:

We (instead of) working hard ourselves, (might as well) create trouble for parents.

He (vainly) lost his life, (forgot) to betray friends.

After reading, Jing Shu burst into laughter, "Little guy, you sure are talented."

The landlady laughed awkwardly, "You little rascal, hurry over to mama, or I’ll make you eat ’belt stir-fried noodles’."

The boy pitifully hid behind Jing Shu.

Jing Shu laughed heartily and said, "Boss, landlady, your noodles are delicious, pack them all for us, including raw noodles and sauces. Calculate the cost."

"Huh?" Both were initially joyous but then hesitated: "We still have a few bags of noodles, quite a lot—"

Jing Shu laughed, "The more, the better."

The couple started packing and calculating, ultimately packing numerous bags of noodles for over 300,000 Virtual Coins.

Grandma Jing, accustomed to the scene, actually found the deal quite worthwhile; what’s going on?