At that moment, Tang San could not help feeling a little disappointed. He did not understand what this feeling was all about.
Bai Ying's eyes were fixed on the entrance. A delicate-looking girl walked over.
"The princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong. She's quite pretty."
"Brother, I want to eat a sausage."
Xiao Wu looked at the sausage stall by the academy entrance. Many people had already gone over to buy some.
The stall owner was a bearded man who looked to be a middle-aged uncle.
"Xiao Wu, you can't eat that."
"Is there something wrong with the sausage?"
"What could be wrong with a sausage?"
Seeing his chance, Tang San immediately said, "It's just a sausage, isn't it? I'll buy one for you."
As he spoke, he walked over. Oscar's gaze also turned toward them, his eyes fixed on Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong.
"Uncle, give me one sausage."
Oscar immediately became angry. "I'm not some uncle. I'm your senior. Here."
"I'm sorry, Senior. I was being rude."
Tang San took the sausage to Xiao Wu. When Xiao Wu saw this, she was just about to reach out when Bai Ying stopped her and said, "Boss, please make a new one."
"My sausages are guaranteed to be high quality. There's absolutely nothing wrong with them."
"Brother, what exactly is wrong with this sausage?"
Tang San also said, "I think there's nothing wrong with these sausages at all. They even smell quite good."
Bai Ying merely said calmly, "You'll understand once you've seen how he makes them."
"Brother, if I'm not mistaken, your Martial Soul should be a Food System Martial Soul. Combined with the fact that you're selling sausages here, I can conclude that your Martial Soul is a sausage. I've heard that