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"Let's go, go out and walk around."

Master Chen walked out of Deyue Tower.

At the door of Deyue Tower, there are no more guests.

Master Chen walked around and saw a person walking towards him.

That person, Master Chen happened to know, and he happened to be an old guest in Deyue Tower, and he used to queue up to buy steamed buns every day.

"Guest, did you go to Deyue Mansion to buy steamed buns?"

The young man next to Master Chen stopped the person.

"I don't buy it, I will eat Chu Xiaoguan's exquisite food buns instead, half the price, the taste is good, but it's a pity, one person can only buy two."

The man's face was full of meaning.

Chu Xiaoguan?

Is there such a food hall in Zixiao City?

Master Chen recalled, but he couldn't have imagined that this number existed.

He inquired and inquired about the address of Chu Xiaoguan.

"The third house on Shuiliu Street? Isn't there only one shop that sells coffins and shrouds in that place, when did there be a food hall? ”

Master Chen became more and more strange.

Besides, even if a new Spiritual Cuisine Hall opened in that location, it would not be able to become a boom.

The Lingyu Pavilion also pays attention to feng shui, and the general ground is not enough to have enough people, so it is impossible to have much business at all.

Master Chen walked towards Shuiliu Street, and when he arrived at Shuiliu Street, he looked ahead, and sure enough, he saw a coffin shop.

But just when his eyes fell on the coffin shop, the ghost sent a god, and Master Chen saw a small restaurant next to the coffin shop.

The restaurant is very small, probably only able to accommodate six or seven tables, and at this time, the door is already crowded with people.

A few fierce-looking guys were beckoning.

"Two delicious steamed buns, a bowl of cabbage soup."

"Two white jade buns, a bowl of cabbage soup."

Master Chen looked up again, and saw a small signboard with three words written on it: "Chu Xiaoguan." ”

This kind of place, such a guy, such a spirit hall, can actually be popular?

Master Chen rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at Chu Xiaoguan.

But a strange scene appeared.

Originally, it looked like an inconspicuous little food hall, but now that it looks very different.

The shabby tables and chairs seem to have a quaint atmosphere.

And those fierce looking guys, with enthusiastic smiles, don't look so annoying.

And that enticing aroma of buns in the air, what's going on?

Even the coffin placed at the door of the eye-catching coffin shop next to it is completely negligible.

Master Chen was secretly frightened.

Of course he didn't know that all of this was because of the golden silk nanmu coffin.

He admonished, and the young man next to him stepped forward to buy steamed buns.

But it didn't take long for the young man to return.

"Master Chen, I said that the buns were sold out, and I want to buy them, so I will buy them early tomorrow."

The young man said with a sad face.

"How can that be reasonable, isn't there a semi-steamer?"

Master Chen said angrily and pointed to the remaining half drawer of buns.

Master Chen's face was full of anger and he stepped forward.

"What about your boss, I want to see him."

Ma Jingtian hurriedly walked out, and when he saw Master Chen, Ma Jingtian had a clear face.

The little boss guessed correctly, and the people in Deyue Tower really couldn't sit still.

"You're the boss?"

Master Chen looked at Ma Shocking a few times, no matter how he looked, the other party didn't look like a spirit master.

"Little one, what advice does this guest have?"

Ma shook and laughed.

"You have buns, why don't you sell them?"

Master Chen asked.

Ma was about to reply, when he saw a monk approaching.