Chapter 439

Name:Ode to Longevity Author:Qinggequeque
This one magic core also scared Li Hai and others. How could they have thought that the price Feng Qingge called out was so amazing, is a steamed bun worth a thousand dollars? Who would want to eat such steamed buns?

"I said Brother Feng Xunbing, isn't the price of this steamed bun a little too much?" Yi Shan swallowed quickly, he really couldn't understand how the price of a small steamed bun would be so high.

Li Hai also nodded and said: "Yes, look at our stall with flour or something, it only cost a few dozen taels of silver to get down. This steamed bun is so expensive, isn't it a little bit? So what is it?"

"Is it expensive?" Feng Qingge blinked and looked at the person in front of her. Indeed, these materials are very simple, but the methods of the people who make them are different, and the prices they sell are also different. It’s like if you go to a street stall to eat a steamed bun for fifty cents, but go to a five-star hotel to eat a steamed bun with pickles, the price is tens of yuan.

The same thing has different prices, in addition to the different external environmental factors, another point is that the chefs are different.

Whether something is worth the price, it has to be eaten to judge. Thinking that so many big bosses were rushing to make a dish for Feng Qingge, they did not hesitate to ask for hundreds of millions, but unfortunately she didn't even bother to look at it.

"Feng family's steamed buns, one magic core and one, do you have any to buy? Today is limited to thirty steamed buns, while stocks last." Looking at the people standing on the street watching the excitement, Feng Qingge just smiled coldly , and no matter how they looked at it, she was standing in the booth and shouting.

The faces of Long Ming and Long Xueji on the side were not very good-looking, and their eyes were staring at Feng Qingge who was shouting, "Brother, is there something wrong with her brain?"

"Not necessarily, if she is making healing food, the price is just right, but... it is difficult to make healing food in such a short period of time. Let's take a look at it for the time being." Long Ming whispered. , How could the disciples of their Long family have no money, but it is just that there is no need to use their own money to deal with these skirmishers. In Long Ming's opinion, he will not do business at a loss. At least, let him see the potential of this skirmisher.

It's not that there are no cooks who can make healing ingredients, but to buy such a dish, it is better to buy medicinal herbs.

The faint aroma came from the steamer, Feng Qingge knew that the time was up, she reached out and put the steamer on the table, she pressed the steamer with one hand, and laughed softly: "Thirty steamed buns, who wants one? One magic core, it's cheap and cheap!"

puff!

Those who passed by almost spat out a mouthful of blood, a steamed bun and a magic core, and they said they were sold at a low price? Go to Nima's big steamed buns, what's the use of such steamed buns!

"One steamed bun and one magic core, this is the price of sitting on the ground." A mocking voice came from the crowd. I saw a thin boy raising his eyebrows and looking at Feng Qingge, his eyes glanced over the steamer, and reached out his hand. Turning on the folding fan, inciting the aroma in front of him, he laughed and said, "What am I supposed to do, it's just a small steamed bun with eggs added to it, and it costs such a sky-high price. Boy, your price is too outrageous."

"Outrageous, not outrageous, only those who have eaten it will know, why, do you want to eat one?" Feng Qingge said indifferently.

With a cold snort, the skinny boy said disdainfully, "Eat one? You think it's beautiful. Boy, I think you're not from Chaoyang Sect, right?"

"Chaoyang Sect? Coincidentally, I want to go there." Feng Qingge shrugged, the cooking competition is approaching, how could she miss this opportunity. Her Xuanji sword is still waiting for her at Chaoyang Sect.

"Hahaha, it turns out that you are not a disciple of Chaoyang Sect, boy, you are so courageous, you dare to sell at random prices here, fortunately I found you today, Chu Chi, otherwise I don't know how many people will be caught by you. Fake steamed buns deceived, one steamed bun has one devil core, you are so shameless!" With a cold smile, Chu Chi immediately became proud, and said with his head held high: "I am a disciple of Chaoyang Sect, and I happen to be a cultivator. If you are a chef, boy, I advise you to clean up the stall and get out of here, don't be embarrassed here."

"Shame? I'm just wondering, I'm a mantou seller, I'm selling my stuff here, what are you making a fuss about. If you don't buy it, you can roll it and let me see it. If you buy it, take out the magic core." Come, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and looked at the person opposite.

He has already said so clearly, this kid still doesn't understand! Chu Chi's face darkened. Generally speaking, there are many stalls selling things under the name of Chaoyang Sect. In fact, the food they make is extremely unpalatable. When encountering such people, most of them will let them get out of the way. I didn't expect this fake boy today to be so bold and dare to challenge him!

"Buy? Humph, boy, I think you're impatient! Take this steamed bun from you!" Chu Chi said angrily, he stepped forward, and was about to push it towards the steamer.

Feng Qingge's eyes closed slightly, but the fire stick in her hand landed on Chu Chi's wrist one step ahead, "The black hands are gone, what are you going to touch? If there is no business for a day, will you pay me?"

"You!" Chu Chi's face sank, how could anyone buy such an expensive thing. This kid actually...

Grinning his teeth, Chu Chi said angrily, "You stinky brat, don't be ashamed, believe it or not..."

"There was a person who said this to me before, and later, he died!" Feng Qingge laughed softly, and said, pressing her steamer: "Everyone goes here, you care what I sell. No burning, no looting, why did you let me go? You have the ability, why don't you join those hawkers and drive away together, and why are you making a fuss with me?"

"You kid is too much!" Chu Chi almost vomited blood, pointed at Feng Qingge and said angrily: "You, you are a scourge, you..."

"To win the prize, the so-called good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. I know you are short-lived at a glance, why don't you make a bet?" Feng Qingge hummed softly, raising his eyebrows.

Li Hai burst out laughing out loud, a good sentence... a thousand years of scourge!

Chu Chi's nose was almost crooked. He pointed at Feng Qingge, but he couldn't say a word. His whole face was swollen like a pig's liver, and he stared at Feng Qingge fiercely.

"Don't be angry, I didn't do anything to you, just don't put me wrong." The corner of his mouth ticked upwards, and Feng Qingge specially ordered: "But looking at your malnourished appearance, I will say more here. One sentence. Your limbs are simple, your mind is not developed, your legs are weak when you walk, you can tell at a glance that your kidneys are deficient and anemia, your body is disabled and your brain is disabled, but if you eat a small steamed bun made by my Feng family, I guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease. , you won't have any trouble going up to the tenth floor in the future."