My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 2990

2990 Volume 4 Chapter 590:Holy Son’s Brain Damage
How much of a food enthusiast are you to store such an immense amount of food in your inner world!

Spending an exorbitant amount of spiritual currency on the stoic attendant’s lavish dishes is entirely unnecessary!

The two Young Sirs from the Dou Family couldn’t help but stifle their laughter.

In fact, they had been on the verge of laughter for some time now, but out of concern for Holy Son Miyan’s dignity, they had been suppressing it with great effort!

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao had already satisfied her appetite. She took the pot of blame fish soup from Duan Yue and handed him a pair of clean chopsticks and a bowl of rice, gesturing for him to eat.

Upon hearing His Excellency the Holy Son inquire about the price, the stoic attendant replied with a deadpan expression, “Two hundred thousand spiritual currency for a pot, and two hundred thousand for a small bowl.”

“Pfft.” Before Qi Xuanxuan could spray out the rice from her mouth, the quick-witted Little Fatty promptly intervened.

“Don’t spit it out, Ancestor Xuanxuan, please don’t!” We still have more to eat later, Eldest Sister.

Holy Son Miyan’s expression darkened. He endured for a while before remarking, “Your prices are even higher than the sky-high rates at the Butterfly Pavilion for Holy Rice in Dragon Flame City!”

Qiao Mu gazed at him with indifference, as if looking at a destitute soul. “If you can’t afford it, why bother asking!”

Her words were wasted on him.

Everyone. “…..”

The young priest couldn’t help but discreetly advise His Excellency the Holy Son, “Your Excellency, perhaps it’s best if we don’t engage in conversation with the stoic attendant.”

Did this Holy Son have a peculiar quirk? Why did he insist on teasing the stoic attendant and engaging in conversation with her? Each time, the stoic attendant would push him to the brink of anger until he nearly spat blood. Wasn’t this sheer madness?

A sharp slap echoed through the room as the Holy Son’s hand connected with the priest’s head. His voice was icy as he commanded, “Silence.”

“Bring me a small bowl!” the Holy Son demanded, his anger evident.

The tension broke, and the room filled with suppressed laughter.

The stoic attendant calmly ladled a bowl of fresh fish soup and handed it to Lu Yu, who then presented it to His Excellency the Holy Son.

As he took a sip, the Holy Son immediately noticed something extraordinary. This fish soup tasted as if it had been freshly prepared in a high-class restaurant—fresh and aromatic, each bite seemed to melt on his tongue. In contrast to his lukewarm rice, this bowl of fresh fish soup was piping hot!

The Holy Son finished the bowl of fish soup, turned his head away, and fell silent.

Qiao Mu collected the used dishes and handed them to the diligent Qiuqiu for washing.

Laughter erupted once more.

It turned out the Holy Son was still hungry!

He continued, “I want the steamed ones.”

“500 spirit currency per bun!”

“You should consider a career in robbery; it suits you better!” the onlookers silently criticized. Then, Eldest Young Sir Qin spoke up, “Two, please.”

But when he turned and saw Qin Jiu giving him a pitiful look, Eldest Young Sir Qin hesitated before quickly amending his order, “Make it four!”

“Six,” Second Qin said nonchalantly.

Eldest Young Sir Qin reached into his money pouch, took out 3,000 spirit currency, and handed it to the stoic attendant in exchange for six piping-hot meat buns.

Expressionlessly, the stoic attendant accepted the payment. She then retrieved a pot of spiritual tea from her inner world and poured a cup for Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and the others.

The Holy Son, who was nibbling on the meat buns, couldn’t help but break his silence and remark with a hint of sarcasm, “If I purchase your buns, I assume you’ll graciously make me a cup of tea as well, right?”