At night, when the bun shop door is closed, everyone will be blocked outside by the protective system.

Mu Shou, Guoran Weng, Variety Monster, and Silly Hippo were scribbling and drawing on the wooden board, while the remaining Wind Speed ​​Dog could only lie on the table and watch.

On the wooden board, the price of the buns is marked, and each person needs to purchase (20) Fire Release Ninjutsu buns at one time before the bun shop can accept customers.

Then there is a limit of 100 steamed buns sold and the store will close immediately, regardless of whether the number of customers reaches the limit of 5 ([-]).

Finally, I wrote the two words "tentative" and added brackets.

Sure enough, the three Pokémon, Weng, Variety, and Silly Hippo, each wrote a number in parentheses.

So the words on the board look straight, but the numbers are very crooked.

The next morning, when the door of the bun shop opened, the people who caused trouble yesterday were still there, but a few people were missing.

Mu Shou placed the board he had written on last night on an open window sill of the bun shop, so that anyone walking by outside could see the writing on it.

All of a sudden, many of the onlookers were persuaded to retreat.

Among the guests agreed to come yesterday, only one had the money to buy twenty fire escape ninjutsu packs at once.

Fortunately, he acquired the ninjutsu after eating thirteen, and he took the remaining buns away.

Mu Shou specifically made it clear that the bun could only be kept outside for 20 minutes, and then the other party looked at him meaningfully.

In particular, this soul master still has the powerful fireball technique.

In the morning, Mushou only received this one guest.

Feng Su Gou and Guoran Weng were taking a nap upstairs, and only Variety Monster and Silly Hippo were guarding the kitchen.

It was afternoon, and the soul master guarding the door of the bun shop seemed to have no time to pester Mu Shou. After they left, the inside of the bun shop became even quieter.

At this time, a young man with long fiery red hair in the Wuhun Palace looked at the bun held by an ordinary palace member in front of him.

He said ridiculously: "What did you say? You can get a soul skill by eating a steamed bun?"

Seeing that the young man didn't believe it, the ordinary palace member quickly said that he could demonstrate the soul skills he had obtained.

Then he walked away from the young man and spit out a huge fireball from his mouth. After a period of time, the fireball dissipated.

Then the ordinary palace member hurriedly ran back to the boy and said quickly: "The shop owner said that this kind of buns can only be kept for 10 minutes. I guess he conjured this bun."

"His martial spirit should be from the food system." An ordinary palace member said softly beside the young man.

"Interesting, is there a martial spirit that can give people soul skills?" The young man with long fiery red hair looked at the ceiling in the hall with an interested expression.

"Bring the bun, this money is yours." The young man took the bag from the ordinary palace member and threw four gold soul coins into his hand.

The ordinary palace members looked at the extra five Gintama coins, bowed their heads and left without saying anything.

In the empty hall, the young man sat down casually on the floor, opened the bag, and quickly finished the buns inside.

Then I felt it after eating, but there was nothing.

Unhappily, the young man burned the bag and left Wuhun Hall directly, heading towards the street called Baozi Pu.

In the bun shop, Mu Shou yawned boredly, staring at the people coming and going at the door in a daze.

Finally, a young man with long red hair stepped into the bun shop under the scorching sun.

"Boss, here are twenty buns."

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