The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 840 - 838: The Troublemaking Monk
"What? They returned them?"
Yang Su was shocked.
His Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns had been popular since they were launched.
Even the ones sent to the palace were highly praised by the Empress Feng.
The bald monks from Taichang Temple ate them for free, yet they dared to send the buns back?
Yang Su was somewhat displeased.
He immediately took his people out to confront them.
Taoyao Pavilion was already packed with people, and some customers without seats were waiting by the side, hoping to buy the Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns.
Yang Su’s face brimmed with anger as he waited to reason with the people from Taichang Temple.
In the crowd, a young monk was standing.
"Little benefactor, what seems to be the problem with Taoyao Pavilion’s Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns?"
Yang Su looked at the monk’s robe—it was just the most ordinary novice monk’s robe—and immediately felt a surge of fury.
A young monk dared to stir trouble at Taoyao Pavilion.
He angrily questioned.
"Amitabha."
The young monk turned around.
The noise around seemed to momentarily vanish.
The monk in moon-white robes had elegant and handsome features, with a faint aura of divinity between his distinguished features.
He joined his palms together and saluted.
"I am Feng Xi, sent by the temple. Your store’s Longevity Peach Bun hasn’t been steamed correctly."
Monk Fengxi seemed somewhat helpless.
Due to matters concerning Dragon Ancient Tomb, he had left Taichang Temple for a few days.
Who would have thought that in those few days, a major incident almost occurred?
Fortunately, he returned early enough to prevent a catastrophe.
Now, over half of Taichang Temple’s monks are under confinement.
None are allowed to go out during this time.
The reason for this all stems from these Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns in front of us.
The words "not steamed correctly" fell into Yang Su’s ears, causing his mind to buzz, and his face turned red with embarrassment.
"M-master."
Yang Su couldn’t help but stutter.
He’s been found out.
The monk knows about the opium water.
He knows that I used the wood soaked in opium water to steam the Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns.
Luckily, luckily this young monk seems to be of low rank; likely, his words won’t carry much weight.
A few buns, it doesn’t matter if they’re rejected.
Yang Su tried to reassure himself.
But as Yang Su looked up and met Monk Fengxi’s eyes, his soul trembled again.
The monk before him was young yet had deep eyes that could see through one’s soul in an instant.
"They’re from Taichang Temple."
"People from Taichang Temple won’t eat these Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns."
"Could there be something wrong with the Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns."
Customers waiting to buy the Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns heard that the people from Taichang Temple refused them, and they couldn’t help but change their expressions.
Many customers already began to retreat, turning away immediately.
"Master... master is indeed right, I will definitely improve my methods."
Yang Su kept apologizing.
"Well done, well done."
Monk Fengxi said no more and gracefully left Taoyao Pavilion.
"Master, many customers have left, that monk is truly troublesome!"
Wang Lei said fiercely.
"Don’t worry, only a few left, we still have plenty of regulars."
Yang Su said thoughtfully.
In the past few days, the Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns sent out were not wasted.
Elsewhere, early afternoon.
A few more people gathered outside Chu’s Restaurant.
"Xin Lin, I’ve come to support you."
Lu Yuan and Chu Beiqing, together with Murong Ziyue, Little Xinzhuo, and others, came to the front of Chu’s Restaurant.
Looking at the quiet storefront, they seemed a little worried.
"You’re here, don’t just stand there, come in and try my newly made pastries, guaranteed you’ve never tasted anything like it."
Xin Lin greeted them with a beaming smile.







