A Good Steamed Bun Is Still a Steamed Bun

"Mister Sun, that's not what I meant... I..."

The young driver awkwardly tried to explain, but the man at the door, who looked no older than thirty, waved him off.

"I know, I know. You're here to face the test, right? Wei Zishi told me about it. This little monk here?"

"Well, being bald is a requirement for entering Shaolin Temple. I've already graduated and returned to secular life!" Chen Shanzang immediately corrected him, his expression earnest. The man didn't seem bothered and nodded.

"That doesn't matter. Is the food in that steamer your ticket in the door?"

"This is the best food I've ever made!" Chen Shanzang nodded and answered seriously.

Hearing that, the man smiled. "It certainly smells like it has a bit of character. If it tastes good, I wouldn't mind going with you."

"Then please wait a little longer. The buns in the steamer need... well, about two more minutes."

"No rush, no rush. I've waited all these years; a little longer won't make a difference." The man waved a hand indifferently and found somewhere to lean. As the seconds ticked by, the young driver grew increasingly restless.

There was no helping it. The more perceptive someone was, the more easily they could sense how dangerous this man was. Though the driver was only of average ability, his perception was second to none thanks to his background. Otherwise, the Zhao Family's precious daughter wouldn't have set her sights on him...

Suddenly, the distinctive scent of water vapor spread through the room, dispelling the driver's idle thoughts. Water vapor was practically odorless, but he could easily pick out its unusual quality.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Before the young driver could even see what happened, his vision blurred. The man was already holding a bun and