Chapter 109: Made into Steamed Buns

“Is it really okay for Fubao to do this?” Could the little donkey be crushed under her? At this moment, Miss Chen and Fubao were both riding on a droopy donkey, hurrying along the road. Though they said they were rushing, neither of them had taken a single step; it was the donkey doing all the walking. The donkey was burdened with large and small bundles, and no one knew how these two managed to carry so many things on it!

Having just survived a deadly ordeal, the donkey was now dragged out again to serve as a beast of burden!

Donkey (with tear-shaped noodles): Life’s so hard; I should have brayed out loud last night!

“No, don’t worry, the donkey isn’t tired!” Fubao waved her hand dismissively.

Donkey: Haha!

After walking for quite a while, the two finally found a teahouse. It was a deserted area, and finding a place to rest was extremely difficult. It was obvious these two girls were lost.

“Boss, bring us two bowls of tea!” Fubao stomped on a wooden stool, hands on hips, nostrils flared, and her two curled mustaches stood up, giving her a very imposing look. The only problem was—this really didn’t suit her!

Miss Chen silently thought: Has this girl been sneaking peeks at the script again?

“Uh, what would you two like to order?” An honest-looking old man hurried over to serve them.

But Fubao sensed something odd about him. “Just two bowls of tea,” she said, pulling back her foot, feeling a bit embarrassed making this gesture in front of the old man.

“All right!”

However—

“I say, you’re really overdoing it!” Miss Chen watched as Fubao vigorously wiped the large bowl, then checked if it was clean enough to shine.

She felt her lips twitch.

“Oh! You don’t understand. Every time my mother drinks tea, my father washes and polishes the cups. My mother says the cup has to be spotless!” Fubao explained.

“That doesn’t mean you have to be so extreme!”

“Well, I’m used to it!”

“Uh… okay then.” Miss Chen took a sip of the tea.

Soon enough, Miss Chen collapsed on the ground, snoring deeply.

Meanwhile, Fubao was still wiping the bowl.

“…”

“Hey, hand over your valuables! You can keep your bodies intact!” The old man was no longer the kindly tea server but a bandit wielding a big knife, blocking the way.

“I’m asking, are you pretending not to hear me?” The bandit’s forehead bulged with veins as he looked at Fubao, who was still wiping the bowl.

Several big men were here! Were they blind?

“Hmm? Are you talking about us?” Fubao finally looked up. But why was Miss Chen lying on the ground?

“…” The bandit thought this mustached man was crazy and immediately threw a sack over him.

Thus, for the second time, Fubao and Miss Chen were carried away together.

As for the donkey—it was taken away too. Fubao felt utterly helpless.

“Damn, this is really heavy. They don’t look fat at all, how can they weigh so much?” Two young bandits who were carrying Fubao tossed her into a corner and pinched her wrist as they spoke.

“Ouch! What just landed? It’s crushing me!” A male voice came from beneath Fubao.

Fubao thought: That voice sounds so familiar!

It turned out the Gu brothers had escaped from the palace but didn’t go straight to Yusheng. Instead, they waited elsewhere to meet up. Unfortunately, bad luck struck—they were knocked out by a bowl of tea, bagged, and brought here. In a daze, they heard a door opening, and the next moment something heavy fell on them. It was unbearably heavy!

“Hehe! This haul’s pretty good! Tender flesh, perfect for making buns,” one bandit chuckled.

“Hahaha, these look even fresher than the last few times. Maybe they’re pampered young masters and ladies from wealthy families,” another laughed.

“Hehe! When the landlady arrives to inspect the goods, we’ll make buns out of them.”

“Alright.”

Suddenly, three big sacks in the corner trembled and began struggling desperately: It’s over, we’re about to be made into buns!

“Stop struggling, stop struggling! Behave!” Fubao felt someone kick her bottom.

So annoying!