Yu Xuan spotted Lingluo near a spirit food stall. The rich aroma of spirit herbs and sizzling oil danced in the air, catching the attention of several passersby.
He approached with Ming Tianmei beside him and asked, "Are you seriously spending your sect points on food?"
Lingluo didn't even look at him, her gaze fixed on the sizzling pan. "Are you treating me, then?"
"No," he replied without hesitation.
"How much is it?" Ming Tianmei asked.
"150," Lingluo said, turning to her. "But I bargained and got it for 100."
"Uncle, I'll have one too. With two pairs of chopsticks, please," Tianmei told the stall owner.
The chef, a middle-aged man with a seasoned face and a clean white apron, sighed as he glanced at her.
"Young lady, you're putting me in a tough spot."
"But you already gave her a discount, and we're new here. Can't you spare one more?" she asked, her tone polite but firm.
