Traveling to the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, bound to the gourmet system, the store only has one dish, scrambled eggs, and selling one spiritual crystal is enough for a poor family to live for ten years.
It's been half a month, zero customers. Five dandy brothers kicked in the door and scolded me for being a gangster: "Even if Liu Jingfeng dies of starvation and jumps from the imperial palace, I will never take a bite of your food!"
Scrambled eggs were served and they licked their plates.
Before leaving, Liu Jingfeng's body roared like a tiger, and the white tiger evil body awakened, directly breaking through to the fifth-grade heavenly realm.
The next day, he stood on the martial arts stage and defeated his sixth-grade opponent with one punch.
The whole city was asking: What did Liu Jingfeng eat? I closed the door and continued to carve pumpkins, and next I ordered fried rice with five spiritual crystals. I would sell ten portions in ten days.
This broken system really thinks I'm a money printing machine?
