I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Ah Xi, sir, I've recently acquired quite a bit of information. How about I treat you to this meal?"

Miaobi did not refute, and she took out a bag of yellow and white vulgar items from her bag.

"Oh, Mr. Master, it's not very kind of you to spend money like this."

Bai Zhou picked up the recipe book somewhat embarrassedly.

"Ok?"

The artist frowned and snorted.

"Sir, we don't have much money left (whispering)"

The artist had heard him ramble on about this many times, but he never expected that such a problem would arise at this moment.

"..."

The artist, exasperated, tapped Bai Zhou on the head.

Can't you be a little tougher?! It's just a little money, she... she doesn't even have a source of it.

She was an unemployed vagrant who drew whatever she needed herself; how could she possibly have such imperial-printed items?

"...Just this once."

If the little devil hadn't been craving the scaled beasts here, she would have left immediately.

She would never accept charity offered for writing.

"Hmm, then, how about two servings of the most famous braised crucian carp?"

"That's all?"

Miao Bi watched the interaction between the two, her eyes darting around, and she took the recipe over.

"Waiter, another order of spicy chicken wings, spicy chicken wings, Kung Pao chicken wings, hot and sour beef noodles, spicy braised beef, spicy beef offal soup, garlic pork belly, chicken wings, and spicy stir-fried flowers. And three more orders of tonkotsu ramen. Oh, and everything I ordered, extra spicy."

"You, the one who writes!"

The artist gritted his teeth and controlled himself, trying his best not to draw his sword and slash at her.

This guy did it on purpose!

This guy wants to embarrass her by making her eat spicy food!

No wonder she suddenly invited us to dinner; she definitely had ulterior motives!

"So much spice, it's not good for your stomach, is it? Mr. Miaobi, wouldn't you like to order something milder?"

Bai Zhou was tapped on the head by the magic pen.

"Ah Xi, just wait patiently to eat. And the spiciness of this restaurant is comparable to that of Sichuan, it's really delicious."

"gentlemen……"

Bai Zhou glanced at the painter.

"Let's go (whispering)."

*Smack* (knocks on the head)

"Leave? Why would you leave?"

The artist stared intently at his masterful brush.

They actually used a little devil to provoke her.

Ha, it's just spicy. She just doesn't like it, it's not like she can't eat it.

They even dared to claim their spiciness rivaled that of Sichuan. She wanted to see if their spiciness was truly authentic.

"Oh, don't eat spicy food, it'll make you feel dizzy."

The pen kindly offered a helpful reminder.

"Oh, I'm afraid you'll drink too much water and get an upset stomach."

The artist responded in a similarly "friendly" manner.

A clash of titans, a spicy food battle is about to erupt.

“…Σ(OдO|||)…”

He sat quietly in his seat during the day, without saying a word.

However... a man with such drastic mood swings... is also quite interesting.

The dishes were served quickly and laid out on a large table.

The noodles were then served.

Three large bowls of noodles, gleaming red, were placed in front of the group.

"I'm starting to eat... Eleven, don't just look and not touch your chopsticks."

Miaobi picked up a mouthful of noodles dipped in chili oil with her chopsticks and slurped it into her mouth in one bite.

The artist picked up a few strands of noodles and slurped them into his mouth. Then, the artist gripped the chopsticks tightly, his left fist pressed firmly against the table, and his swaying tail touched something, then tightly wrapped around that object to share the sensory stimulation brought by the spiciness.

"..."

Feeling the tightness from his tail, Bai Zhou silently took a bite of the thick slice of meat in the dough.

Hmm, the spiciness is alright.

■

The artist was brought back by Bai Zhou.

In an attempt to prove himself, the artist insisted on finishing half of the spicy dish and the entire bowl of noodles. As a result, he was so overwhelmed by the spiciness that he didn't want to speak and could barely walk.

"Sir, please have some milk to rinse your mouth."

Milk can effectively relieve the spiciness.

"Guru Guru~"

After drinking a small cup of milk, the artist felt much better.

"A mere scribe like you thinks you can make me admit defeat? You're a long shot."

The artist feels a sense of satisfaction whenever he thinks of that clever stroke that backfired when he tried to eat spicy food.

"Sir, eating so much spicy food is bad for your health. You should get some rest."

Bai Zhou helped the painter to sit down by the bed, then took off her shoes and covered her with a blanket.

"...Where are you going?"

The artist initially thought Bai Zhou was packing up, but seeing that Bai Zhou was walking straight towards the door without stopping, she finally asked him.

“Go and earn some money, sir. Tomorrow we need to go and check out the carriages and animal saddles we want to buy. The day after tomorrow is the market in Twin Scales Town, which will be a good opportunity to buy you some clean clothes. And then…”

"go Go."

The artist turned his back to Bai Zhou, who was standing at the door talking incessantly.

This kid, why can't he just say he's going to make money? Does he have to explain his itinerary for the next two weeks?

"Sir, I will be back soon."

The little devil's voice disappeared along with the sound of the door closing.

The artist, who had planned to take a nap during the day as per her schedule, couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

Sure enough, it was because I ate too much spicy food.

Touching her stomach, the lingering spiciness in her mouth reminded her of another sister.

What's so good about spicy food?

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, the painter's gaze shifted from the rooftop to the bamboo box.

"..."

How did that kid earn the coins?

Writers can also make some money by telling secrets and scandals.

The kid is so young... how can he make money?

The artist felt a surge of curiosity.

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"Money, money, fly, fly, fly into my hands~".

Even at midday, the town remains bustling with activity as you walk down the street.

As he looked around, he hummed a little tune he had made up.

"Then please tell me, what is this mission?"

[Detecting...]

Wherever the holy blue vertical eyes looked, they displayed relevant information.

Apples: Water content...Nutritional components...

[Wang San: Race: Lupo, Age: 26, Condition: Kidney deficiency and cold]

[Carrying pole: Composition: Bamboo, Years of use: 8 years...]

A flood of complex information rushes into the mind, but is quickly filtered out, leaving only a few useful pieces of information.

such as……

"Grandma, how much are these apples?"

During the day, he squatted in front of an old woman's stall with white hair, asking about prices.

The old woman glanced at the smiling baby, then grinned slightly and showed a smile, holding up five fingers.

"Then I'll buy these. Grandma, take a look and tell me how much they cost."

During the day, he picked twelve good-quality apples, put them in a bag, and handed them to the old woman.

"Sixteen? Okay, here's the money, Grandma, count it."