"You don't know shit! Just take me there, why all the fuss? If you won't go, I'll get out and find it myself..."

Qin Fang, of course, couldn't possibly explain his purpose to Luo Xi, as it was his secret. So far, only Wen Yan had caught a glimpse of it, but she was a very smart girl, and her heart was fully devoted to Qin Fang, so naturally, she wouldn't betray him.

However, Luo Xi, despite having had very intimate contacts with Qin Fang, clearly still had a very low trust level with him.

Qin Fang came over in Luo Xi's BMW MINI, leaving his Audi Q7 on the mountain. The main reason was that the Wu Family didn't want him getting too involved, to avoid bringing him danger.

Now that Old Master Wu had awoken, Qin Fang was a great benefactor to the Wu Family. Naturally, they didn't want him to take any risks. If it weren't for Qin Fang's insistence, Wu Ming wouldn't even have agreed to let Qin Fang take part in the operation.

In the end, both sides had to compromise, agreeing that Qin Fang could be part of the mission, but he had to be with Luo Xi, so they could look out for each other and avoid a lot of trouble. After all, Luo Xi, the violent policewoman, had quite a reputation in Jiujiang, and ordinary people wouldn't dare to provoke her.

Naturally, Qin Fang had no choice but to carpool with Luo Xi when going out.

"Fine, you win!"

In the end, Luo Xi, though beaten, drove around the streets until she found a baozi shop that Qin Fang was relatively satisfied with.

This baozi shop was actually in a remote location; the business couldn't be considered very good, just barely making it by, probably just serving regular customers. It did fit Qin Fang's requirements, though.

They parked the car by the roadside, and Qin Fang walked towards the baozi shop. As for Luo Xi, she followed reluctantly. She was a rich girl who never lacked money. Whether it was food, clothes, things she used, or the car she drove, although not extremely luxurious, they were definitely not subpar. However, she had never been to this baozi shop before.

The reason was simple—it looked unhygienic.

By comparison, she would rather go to those fancier restaurants and high-end establishments…

But Qin Fang didn't care about that. He started his career with a street food stall and didn't have any aversion to small shops. On the contrary, he felt very much at home.

"Boss, what would you like? Our shop has baozi, steamed buns, shaobing, fried dough sticks, porridge, noodles..."

The moment they reached the entrance of the baozi shop, the proprietress immediately came over to warmly greet them. Her white apron was slightly blackened, covered in white flour, as were her hands, but her smile was radiant.

Perhaps because it was no longer early, and the busiest time for breakfast had passed, there were only a few scattered customers who occasionally chatted with the owner and his wife, seeming quite familiar.

"Do you have soup dumplings?"

Qin Fang nodded, took a seat at a table, and then looked up to ask.

"Soup dumplings? Yes, yes, we have them... How many would you like? They'll be ready shortly!"

The proprietress paused for a moment and glanced back, but she still replied politely.

"They're not ready yet…"

Qin Fang had actually noticed this already and purposely said so, "I need a large quantity, and I'm guessing what you have won't be enough... How about this—I'll make them myself, and you guys help me buy the ingredients. I'll cover the costs!"

"Ah…"

The proprietress was immediately stunned. She had seen customers come to the baozi shop to buy or eat baozi, but had never seen someone wanting to make their own. As soon as Qin Fang said this, she was taken aback.

Not only she but also Luo Xi, who was sitting next to Qin Fang wiping the table with a paper towel, was startled, her mouth gaping wide, thinking she must have misheard.

"I'm not joking…"

Qin Fang laughed, took out his wallet, and pulled out a stack of money. He didn't count it, but just handed it to the proprietress—it must have been at least five or six thousand yuan.

"These are the ingredients I need; please go replenish them..."

He produced a piece of paper from his person, upon which were written, quite simply, a few items. They were special ingredients required for the secret recipe soup dumplings. This wasn't Fang Feixue, so he might as well give this baozi shop a bargain.

"I'm on it, right away..."

The proprietress finally snapped back to reality and immediately went over to communicate with her husband. Then, under his dumbstruck gaze, she rode off on a bicycle to buy the ingredients.

As for Qin Fang, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, donned a simple apron, and began to knead dough and roll out the baozi skins...

"He's not just talking big!"

Luo Xi was truly dumbfounded. She had thought Qin Fang was just joking but had not expected him to actually get to work—and his movements were so skilled, his expression so focused.

From kneading the dough and rolling out the skins, to preparing the fillings and chopping them, every action was smooth and flowing. The baozi shop owner beside him was already quite skilled, but compared to Qin Fang, he didn't even qualify as an apprentice.

Qin Fang threw down a hefty sum of money, and the baozi shop immediately became his temporary private space. The husband and wife owners simply stood to the side, really unable to help, merely watching on helplessly.

The speed of making the baozis was truly an artistic experience, a collision of speed and passion. In no time at all, hundreds of exquisitely shaped soup dumplings, looking as if they were carved by the same mold, were formed.

He then placed them into steamer baskets to cook, while Qin Fang continued with his task. He had already used up nearly three hundred soup dumplings, and he needed to replenish that quantity.

It wasn't long before the first basket of baozis was ready. Qin Fang hurriedly took them out and immediately threw a Scouting Skill on them, and the attributes of the baozis appeared before him.

"Superior Soup Dumplings, consumption increases Life Points by three, restores 10% physical strength, happiness level +8%."

Seeing such attributes, Qin Fang almost leaped for joy, or started shouting frantically. This was such an enormous surprise that his brain almost burst with excitement, nearly causing him to faint.

If the original soup dumplings had ensured Qin Fang's life was secure, then now... They were celebrating his Undying Body.

With Qin Fang's current Life Points at 22, he would need only seven of these Superior Soup Dumplings to almost fully recover. Before this, he would have to munch on 22 baozis consecutively, wasting a significant amount of time and also occupying too much space in his Props Box.

Before leaving Ninghai, Qin Fang had prepared a total of 600 soup dumplings, which could increase his Life Points by 600, but they took up half of the 12 slots in his Props Box.

However, if he were to use these Superior Soup Dumplings with a +3 increase to Life Points, 600 Life Points would only need 200 Superior Soup Dumplings, occupying just two slots, freeing up four slots all at once.

No one understood better than Qin Fang the importance of these empty slots in the Props Box. A single slot could hold one type or category of item—like these Superior Soup Dumplings, equating to 300 Life Points, potentially saving Qin Fang's life over a dozen times...

"Huh..."

However, the appearance of the Superior Soup Dumplings did bring Qin Fang considerable joy, but there was still a bit of discordance.

For instance... there were 16 in this basket, and after he threw Scouting Skills on each of them, he was surprised to find that only six were Superior Soup Dumplings; the remaining ten retained their original properties.

That is to say, out of this batch, less than 40 percent were Superior Soup Dumplings; they weren't all superior quality.

This discovery slightly disappointed Qin Fang, but soon his joy returned.

What he really cared about was the +3 Life Points attribute of the Superior Soup Dumplings. Although the chance of them being superior was not very high, relying on accumulated proficiency from making them, that number was still considerable.

"Keep this one... not this one... not this one... keep this one... not this one... keep this one... not this one..."

Thus, Qin Fang started multitasking: making baozis, applying Scouting Skills, and separating the Superior Soup Dumplings to pack away. These he was definitely taking with him. As for the remainder... he would leave those to the baozi shop. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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