"Hehe..." Finally, someone from another queue came up, rubbing his hands.
Chen Muxue tilted the urn so he could see inside and said casually, "It's all gone, there's nothing left."
The man was taken aback and forced a smile, "Goddess, can't you cook another pot..."
"Gone means gone," Chen Muxue replied unceremoniously.
"Hey? You girl, can't you do a good deed to the end?"
Chen Muxue shot him a sharp look, "What? You want to fight?"
The man instantly cowered, his neck shrinking. No matter how much he complained in his heart, he didn't dare utter another word.
Chen Muxue put away the urn in three quick movements and left the city without looking back.
"Hey! Why didn't she give any?! We queued for so long!"
"There's none left, she said it's all gone. If you want more, win a fight against her!" the first person shouted discontentedly.
Those in the back of the line grumbled incessantly, knowing that even if they queued elsewhere, there would be none left.
