Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 145

Recently, business at the restaurant has suddenly declined quite a bit.

In the small town, a little eatery also started getting into the hotpot business, not only is their food much cheaper, but importantly, they don’t charge for the pot base.

This attracted many customers who had tasted hotpot but found it a bit expensive, or those who had hotpot noodles but were reluctant to go to the restaurant for hotpot.

However, it wasn’t long before business at the restaurant picked up again, and is now maintaining a stable state.

"So this is all there is to hotpot, huh? Not that tasty!" someone complained as they walked out of the small eatery.

"No way, do people really think eating here counts as having had hotpot?" A passerby was displeased, "This place’s hotpot is no different from boiled dishes in plain water. The meat isn’t even fresh!"

At this moment, another customer walked out of the small eatery: "Pah! They dare call this hotpot! I was actually looking forward to it! Just a scam to take money!"

Seeing his furious demeanor, a passerby sneered slightly: "Serves them right for being so stingy and coming here."

The small eatery’s hotpot didn’t put any effort into the soup base; adding chili counted as spicy hotpot, adding tomatoes counted as tomato hotpot, of course they couldn’t retain customers.

Guess who the owner is? It’s that young shopkeeper who came to make trouble the other day. He saw how simple hotpot was and thought he could manage it, so he got a copper pot and tried to make it himself.

Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to start it up, but he also ruined his reputation for stir-frying, didn’t even earn back the money spent on the copper pot, and several tables have been flipped these days, now he can’t even earn what he used to.

Why couldn’t he figure out how to make such a fragrant pot base? The young shopkeeper is baffled.

This hiccup instead laid a foundation for the restaurant’s reputation, now when hotpot is mentioned, people in the small town know only the restaurant’s is authentic, and now even mentioning Qian Ding Sect makes people think of hotpot.

Even countless people from outside the small town came, all just to taste what kind of magical delicacy this hotpot is that keeps people coming back again and again.

Chu Wuyi didn’t expect Qian Ding Sect to turn the tide of public opinion in such a short time, clearly even after the trial assembly ended, rumors about Qian Ding Sect were still spreading, yet a single hotpot made everyone forget these rumors.

It seems that the people still see food as the most important thing, no matter how much cultivators make a fuss, what matters most to the common folk is filling their bellies.

After Chen Muxue made the name of hotpot known, she no longer set up a stall to sell hotpot noodles herself, it was too exhausting and hot, even hanging around the "air conditioning" at the restaurant’s entrance was still unbearably hot.

She has handed the hotpot noodle stall to a waiter.

As August arrived, the weather began to cool, and people started preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chu Wuyi finally saved enough money to buy a bowl of tomato-flavored hotpot noodles and brought it back to the rented little shack to share with his sister.

It’s said that during festive times one misses family even more, but for the two siblings, although the Chu Family still exists, their only remaining family is each other.

Chu Wuxin was still very lethargic, the tomato-flavored noodles were fairly appetizing, she managed to eat a few bites before closing her eyes, it’s not clear if she fell asleep.

Under the moonlight, a silhouette appeared in front of the shack.

The shabby shack, though cheap, always gave off a precarious feeling.

Somehow, at this moment, standing in front of the shack, Wang Yue exuded a similar brokenness akin to the shack.