In the afternoon, Taoyao Pavilion had only a scant handful of customers, a stark contrast to the bustling scenes of its first day.
Yang Su patrolled back and forth with several clerks, his face growing darker.
Without the assistance of forbidden substances, his Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns tasted awful.
Customers were unwilling to return, and they had all flocked to Chu's Restaurant.
"Master, if this continues, we might just lose this competition..."
The clerks, including Wang Lei, were all deeply worried.
"What is there to fear? Don't worry, Chu's Restaurant will soon be shut down, and we will emerge the final victors."
Yang Su sneered.
He had been careless this time and had fallen into the trap set by a little girl.
But, old ginger is more pungent; the opponent was evidently too naive to challenge him.
By now, Master Chen should have already instructed someone to identify the problematic firewood.
