Young Brother, Can You Really Eat This Many Big Meat Buns?

The early morning sun, which had been sleeping in the eastern hills.

Woke up.

Its warm golden light began to shine over the land.

Wisps of cooking smoke rose above Spirit City, which was brimming with life.

A new day had arrived!

"That was a really comfortable sleep."

Li Mubai threw back a corner of the blanket and sat up, looking utterly content.

He gazed at the beauty sleeping soundly, her hair somewhat tousled.

He couldn't help feeling playful.

He picked up a lock of her hair and mischievously laid it across her delicate, upturned nose.

"Mm... Master~, let me sleep a little longer... You were too amazing last night. I'm so tired..."

Eyes closed, Xiao Qian rolled over and murmured.

Looking at the somewhat weary beauty.

Li Mubai knew.

He would have to go out and buy breakfast this morning.

If it weren't for the unspeakable things that had happened last night.

At this time on any other day.

Xiao Qian would have gotten up early and made breakfast already...

He got up, dressed, and washed and groomed himself.

After tying up his shoulder-length hair.

Li Mubai pulled out the door bolt.

And pushed open the door leading outside.

The cool, fresh air brushed against his face, making him feel more awake and alert.

"Today, us common folk are really, really happy~..."

Humming a tune.

Li Mubai stepped out and closed the door behind him, then extended his power outward and slid the bolt back into place.

One must never harbor the intent to harm others, but one must always guard against them.

Attention to the smallest details had always been Li Mubai's guiding principle.

The streets were clean, with people coming and going.

Small vendors pushed their heavy carts to their usual spots, then laid out their wares for people to browse and buy.

People couldn't simply seize any spot they wanted on the street.

Li Mubai hadn't been here long, but he knew a little about how things worked in Spirit City.

The reason these vendors kept to their places and set up their stalls in the same spots every day, without fighting over the best positions.

Was that someone managed Spirit City.

But the people in charge weren't from Spirit Hall. They were gangs.

Spirit City was vast, comparable to an imperial capital.

Its gangs were too numerous to count.

Each gang managed one or several streets to some extent.

Vendors who wanted to set up shop had to pay a stall fee to the gang managing the street.

These gangs were shrewd enough not to call it a protection fee.

Better locations required higher stall fees, which was why the vendors set up in the same places every day.

If they wanted a better spot but had no money, they could only stay where they were.

And, well.

Even though they had to pay stall fees to the gangs, the vendors were still happy to arrive early every day.

Spirit City had a large population, and even selling roasted sweet potatoes could bring in a handsome profit.

Not to mention the big restaurants and eateries.

The streets of Spirit City were clean because the gangs managed them, too.

They hired dedicated workers to sweep the streets.

Even the public toilets had people assigned to look after them.

Though they were called gangs, the way they operated was nothing like the gangs Li Mubai knew.

They were more like a certain kind of outsourcing company from his previous life.

It was precisely because of this that Spirit City was so orderly, with no piles of rubbish littering the streets.

And since this arrangement was so effective, the people of Spirit Hall left the gangs alone.

However, the gangs did have to pay tribute each month to certain people associated with Spirit Hall.

As far as Li Mubai knew.

A number of gangs paid tribute to Old Bear, who lived in the eastern part of the city.

Old Bear hadn't threatened them into paying; the gang leaders had offered it of their own accord.

"Why doesn't anyone bring me money?"

Li Mubai had wondered about that too.

Perhaps it was because he had only just joined Spirit Hall, and not many people knew him.

"Meat buns! Fragrant meat buns, fresh out of the steamer!"

"Boss, three meat buns. I'll eat here. And a bowl of soy milk, with extra sugar."

"Coming right up! Please come inside, sir. It'll be ready in a moment."

"Boss, I'll take five meat buns to go."

"Sure! Ready in a moment."

"Here are your buns, sir. Take care."

"Boss, I want..."

A crowd had gathered in front of a bun shop.

Several large bamboo steamers set out by the shop entrance billowed with steam.

Just standing on the street.

One could smell the fragrant meat buns.

A sign stood in front of the shop.

Three large characters were written on it: Meat buns!

Below them was a line of smaller writing.

'This shop cheats neither young nor old. We never use pork from the neck of a pig. If we do, may heaven strike us with lightning and deny us a peaceful death!'

Perhaps this was the secret to its booming business!

Li Mubai arrived at the shop entrance.

The sharp-eyed owner immediately spotted the finely dressed young master.

His face was already smiling.

But the moment he saw Li Mubai, his grin widened, revealing two rows of prominent teeth.

"Morning, Young Master Li!"

"What would you like today?"

The owner, who had a bit of stubble and a round belly, greeted him warmly.

"The usual."

Li Mubai nodded and spoke casually.

"Coming right up!"

The owner beamed with delight.

After giving a slight nod.

Li Mubai walked into the shop, found his familiar empty table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The other tables were already crowded with people.

Only this wooden table was clean, without a single crumb on it, and no one was sitting there.

The owner had saved this spot especially for Li Mubai.

Why?

Simply because the two knew each other well.

Of course.

The main reason was that Li Mubai, as a Level 90 Titled Douluo, had quite an appetite.

And after the wind and rain and playful splashing of the night before.

He naturally needed to eat plenty to replenish his strength.

Since Li Mubai ordered a great many buns every time, the owner had naturally taken notice of this customer with a bottomless stomach.

And was naturally more willing to look after him...

Before long.

Three plates piled high with meat buns were brought over.

The quantity was enough to use up almost a whole steamer of the owner's buns.

"Enjoy your meal, Young Master Li."

The owner also brought over a large bowl of soy milk and set it on the table.

"All right. Get back to work, boss. You have plenty of customers waiting for you."

Li Mubai nodded.

"Very well, I'll get back to it. If you need anything, just call me."

The owner was all smiles.

With that, he turned and went back to the steamers.

Looking at the meat buns, each as big as his palm, Li Mubai felt delighted.

But.

What he didn't know was.

A customer eating nearby was shocked by what he had done.

For there were at least a dozen large meat buns laid out in front of Li Mubai.

While the most anyone else had on their table was five.

"Young brother, there are over a dozen big meat buns here. Can you really eat them?"

An old man wore a hint of concern on his face.

He had lived a long life and seen all sorts of people.

Of course.

Among them were people who had eaten themselves to death.

Put plainly, they had eaten so much that they had literally stuffed themselves to death!