CHAPTER 277: CHAPTER 277

On the second day, as soon as the children opened their eyes, they excitedly jumped out of bed and frequently looked up at the sky.

Why is the sun lingering in the sky today? When is the moon going to appear?

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!

Early in the morning, Chen Muxue brought out the boxes of mooncakes that had been made before from Xiaohua.

Originally, before coming to the Capital City, the plan was to take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival’s momentum to make some money selling mooncakes, but unexpectedly, the Black Qi was much more troublesome than imagined, coupled with some miscellaneous matters, she really hadn’t found the time to create a buzz.

Previously, as the head chef of a long-standing internet-famous store, Chen Muxue was well aware of the importance of creating a buzz; without it, this was just a box of mooncakes — no matter how sophisticated the craftsmanship or unique and delicious the flavor, it could only be sold at the price of a mooncake; but with a proper buzz, it’s different — a box of mooncakes could become a trend, an accessory symbolizing status and wealth, and the price naturally rises.

Now, unable to create buzz, Chen Muxue didn’t plan to sell the mooncakes. If her hand hadn’t been entangled by this bizarre Black Qi, she could have made a bit more to earn some money, but now there are only about twenty boxes, so they will be gifts or kept for herself.

Anyway, there’s no particular shortage of money now... as long as Changgui doesn’t feel the need to compare with classmates.

Changgui, of course, was very obedient and sensible. He naively believed that the Qian Ding Sect’s economic level was quite low, always prepared to sell Elixirs to save everyone, so there was no way he would cry and fuss about comparing clothes and accessories with those classmates.

Besides, having eaten at the Huo Family Academy’s cafeteria, he reckoned that if they must compare living standards, probably his previous living standards were better than most of his classmates.

Why say ’previous’?

Changgui was eating obviously store-bought buns, took a sip of the bland, undercooked congee where the rice grains hadn’t burst open, and the Mid-Autumn Festival joy was mostly washed away.

"Is the Sect Leader sleeping in today?" Changgui couldn’t help but ask, "If the Sect Leader is too tired, then take a rest early. If there’s anything I can help with, just say it! I’m already a big kid!"

Chen Muxue, whose biological clock was usually very precise, was taken aback: "What’s wrong? Is it too bad?"

The children were hesitant to speak.

Not that it was bad, just that the bun’s meat filling was too scarce, with too many vegetables, and not finely chopped, with a poor proportion of the little meat, which was almost all lean, making it dry and lacking oiliness, and in the bun, it was even drier to swallow.

This was bought from a popular breakfast stand on the street, favored by locals, so Chen Muxue followed the trend and bought it.

In ancient times, common folks thought fatty meat was more precious than lean because many bottom-tier commoners could only eat meat a few times a year, oil was precious too, and they were reluctant to use it in cooking. Without much oil in their stomachs, fatty meat rich in oil was precious as it provided the taste of meat and some much-needed fats.

Generally, a good meat filling should be three parts fat to seven parts lean, with the fatty meat finely chopped, and the filling kneaded until blended, which would prevent the fatty meat from having an overpowering texture and keep the lean meat from being tough, resulting in a softer, more palatable texture.

"Uh... the Sect Leader’s hand is actually injured, it’s an internal injury, not convenient for cooking, so everyone, please bear with it for a while." Chen Muxue forced a smile to the children, leading by eating a big bite of the meat bun.

But in Little Tiger’s eyes lay deep concern; he exchanged a glance with Changfu.