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Chapter 107 Master, Translate for Me—What the Hell Is Happiness?

Originally, the onlookers were there to enjoy the drama, but they quickly realized that the script was veering far from a logical path. Everyone was dumbfounded.

Wasn’t it said that watching others make money is more unbearable than losing money yourself?

The stall owner earned their money and bought a new car. Worse, he had the audacity to flaunt it in front of them. This kind of behavior was known as ‘rubbing salt in the wound’.

And yet, they weren’t jealous?

What kind of mental fortitude was this?

Even scarier were a few outspoken customers complaining that the owner’s car was too cheap!

They thought he should have at least bought a Bentley. A car worth over 300,000 yuan was an embarrassment?

The onlookers were left questioning reality, wondering if someone could splash cold water on them to wake them up. Meanwhile, over half of the food on the table had already been sold.

Initially, there were 40 to 50 customers. Later, the number exceeded 100. Customers from the north, east, and west of the city were rushing over, praying fervently that the food wouldn’t sell out too quickly.

Today, the stall only offered limited items—no fried noodles or twice-cooked pork. The efficiency was astounding. Within ten minutes, every customer had their food.

As they ate, they hummed with joy, their faces brimming with satisfaction, even their eyebrows dancing with delight.

Master, translate for me—What the hell is happiness?

If not for the purchase limit, all the food would have sold out within 30 minutes. Hesitating for even 0.1 seconds was considered disrespecting one’s stomach.

However, since the menu was limited to items like bingjinggao (crystal cake) and shuijing xiajiao (crystal shrimp dumplings), it was more of a snack than a meal. It was delicious, yes, but not filling. Customers’ mouths weren’t even satisfied, let alone their stomachs.

To make matters worse, there was a purchase limit!

Despite their frustration, customers understood the logic. Without the limit, some greedy individuals would buy dozens, leaving others empty-handed.

The only solution was to enforce the limit, ensuring everyone got a taste. Lu Qin, as always, was considerate and fair—a truly good person.

Eating food made by Lu Qin was addictive. Missing a day felt unbearable—stronger than any other craving. Some unsatisfied customers began calling reinforcements.

“Hey, bro! There’s a purchase limit. It’s not like the supermarket selling toilet paper—it’s a food stall! Get over here now. I’ll pay, and you can have one shrimp dumpling. Just one, okay? No more!”

“Hello? Uncle! Auntie’s there too? And my cousin? Bring everyone to the night market at University Town. I’ll treat you to some spicy hotpot, but first, help me buy some snacks!”

A smart customer approached a stunned onlooker.

“Hey, buddy, I’ll give you 10 yuan to buy me some food from that stall. One of everything.”

“Really? You’ll give me 10 yuan?”

“Of course.”

The savvy customer immediately scanned the onlooker’s QR code and transferred the money.

“Is the food at that stall really so good? And there’s a purchase limit?” The onlooker asked skeptically.

“It’s just okay, and it’s expensive. But I’m hungry and don’t want to bother.”

The onlooker glanced at the endless line of food stalls just 50 meters away, puzzled but still bought the items. The savvy customer, now with the food in hand, started eating right away.

The onlooker, both skeptical and curious, couldn’t help but swallow as they noticed how exquisite the food looked.

“Not tasty? Then why do those dumplings and cakes look so fancy? They must be good.”

The savvy customer, cheeks full of food, shook his head vigorously.

“I’m just hungry. Honestly, they’re not that great.”

The onlooker rolled his eyes, thinking, You’re full of it. Your eyebrows are practically dancing, and you’re telling me it’s not delicious?

When the onlooker went back to buy more food, Lu Qin smiled politely,

“Apologies, sir, but you’ve already purchased your share. Each item is limited to one per person. Please come back next time!”

The onlooker was stunned.

Looking at the beautifully crafted food on the table, he felt an overwhelming urge to buy more.

Glancing at the satisfied customer, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been played.

Meanwhile, the savvy customer, now full and satisfied, left the night market. Those who hadn’t eaten enough suddenly had an epiphany.

“Damn! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Hey, sir, I’ll give you 5 yuan if you buy some food from that stall for me.”

“What? You’re not tricking me, are you?”

“Of course not! I’ll transfer the money now!”

The loyal regulars were cunning.

Today, Lu Qin hadn’t cooked fried noodles or twice-cooked pork, so passersby couldn’t smell the enticing aromas and didn’t know how delicious the food was.

If they found out, they’d go crazy, and the line would double in length the next day. For the regulars, keeping Lu Qin’s culinary masterpieces a secret was a priority. The fewer people who knew, the better.

“Miss, could you help me buy some food from that stall? My legs hurt.”

“Auntie, I’ll give you 5 yuan—”

“Make it 20. That guy over there paid me 15 for the same thing. Do you think I’ll settle for less?”

“Wait! Fine, 20 it is. Just go get it!”

The new onlookers were utterly confused, wondering why people were paying others to buy food just a few meters away. Everyone claimed their legs hurt or had trouble walking, yet no one was using crutches or wheelchairs.

Finally, one honest bystander exposed the truth.

“You regulars are too sly! When asked, you all said the food wasn’t good. You didn’t even blink while lying!”

“Everyone, don’t help them buy! If you do, you won’t get any yourself!”

When asked if the food was really that good, another exclaimed, “I swear on everything—it’s out of this world! If it’s not, you can come back and hit me!”

Hearing this, the new crowd immediately stopped helping and rushed to buy their own. The regulars gritted their teeth in frustration but had no choice but to start calling for reinforcements online. However, reinforcements took time, and by the time they arrived, Lu Qin’s food might already be sold out.