Of the Thirty-six Stratagems, Fleeing is Best!

"Young masters, I cannot accept this. All the buns in my stall put together aren't even worth two taels of silver," the old man said hurriedly. When he saw Ye Chen who was dressed in expensive clothes, he was somewhat nervous. These two young masters must be nobility. His life had been difficult so he was a cautious person. He would never dare to offend these people from martial arts families.

This boss was rather honest. Ye Chen waved his hand. "Boss, hurry up and pack them up. We still have to hurry on."

When the old man heard this, he was afraid that Ye Chen would get impatient, so he quickly responded. "Very well, I'll pack them up." He had packed all the buns of his stall into a bundle. There were more than fifty buns.

Little Wingsy picked up that bundle and started to eat ravenously. He devoured each bun in one bite, chomping until his mouth was dripping with grease.

"How delicious!" Little Wingsy cried out happily with his mouth full.