Wang Dong fell silent.
His perfect disguise unexpectedly failed because of this piece of information.
Huo Yutong's eyes widened; she hadn't expected her roommate was also a girl disguised as a boy.
"She too?"
Wang Dong'er looked at the petite figure.
"Mm."
An Zhen gently pushed Huo Yutong forward.
"What is your relationship?"
Wang Dong'er asked suspiciously, her gaze falling on Huo Yutong's faded clothes and An Zhen's high-quality fabric.
Could it be some young master with his little maid?
"Don't misunderstand."
An Zhen raised his hands, "We just met yesterday. I'm an orphan, and I just helped her because she wasn't doing well."
An orphan?
Huo Yutong looked up at An Zhen with a puzzled expression.
"Your clothes are not convincing at all," Wang Dong'er said, looking at An Zhen unhappily with her hands on her hips.
"Who says orphans can't eat well and dress well? Besides, I receive financial aid from the City Lord of my former hometown," the youth, who squandered his aid, said righteously.
Wang Dong'er: ...
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Although I don't know why you two are disguised as boys, since we are so fated to be in the same dormitory, don't let this fate go to waste. Get along well."
Leaving the space to the girls, An Zhen slipped away without waiting for them to say or ask anything.
He was going to find his Grand Ancestor.
"Grand Ancestor!"
At the entrance of the new student dormitory building, a Level 99 Limit Douluo randomly spawned.
"Grand Ancestor, you must have been in this academy for many years, right?" the seemingly obedient youth asked, sidling up to the old man who was enjoying a sunbath.
"Many years? Indeed, many years."
It was a mix of confusion and emotion.
His dim yellow eyes opened; the past seemed to have gone by a long time ago.
"Then, do you know the Gourmet Douluo?"
"Do you think an old man like me knows a Titled Douluo?" the old man looked at An Zhen with a half-smile.
"Haven't you been in this school for many years?" An Zhen looked at the senior with anticipation.
The senior did not answer.
"I heard that the Gourmet Douluo is very good at eating. I plan to open a drink shop, and I wonder if I could ask him for some advice and a taste test."
If any other Titled Douluo or Shrek teacher were here, they would probably kick this presumptuous kid to the ground. A dignified Level 98 Titled Douluo, one of the top powerhouses in the World, second only to one person, and he was being asked to taste-test for your shop.
"This old man doesn't know, but if it's really as you say, that Titled Douluo who is very good at eating might be very interested in this," the old man slowly said, "However, with new students reporting recently, there shouldn't be a shortage of taste testers, right?"
"Oh, this stuff is a bit unhealthy. It wouldn't be good if it harmed these delicate flower buds," An Zhen said seriously.
Mu En: ...
For a moment, the scene seemed to freeze.
...
Syrup, milk, water...
The recipe for milk tea was not complicated.
Beautiful packaging, various flavors.
Unfortunately, there was no specialized packaging machine, so only plastic lids could be used.
Real estate in Shrek City was really expensive.
After some inquiries, An Zhen decided to give up. Although he still had some money, it was clearly far from enough, unless he found a rich woman to rely on.
In the afternoon.
After refreshing his fatigue, An Zhen, who had been busy all morning, pulled two small display stands and found his Grand Ancestor.
"Grand Ancestor, are there any gentle, understanding, beautiful, and well-built older sisters, young girls, or lolis who are willing to spend money on men, are emotionally loyal, and are powerful and rich?"
Conjuring a lounge chair, the youth lay down on it, looking exhausted. His body wasn't tired, but his heart was.
"Kid, I heard you want me to taste unhealthy drinks?"
An old voice sounded. An Zhen, hearing the voice, turned over and looked in the direction of the sound.
It was a greasy, disheveled old man. His long robe, which should have been white, had been stained grayish-brown by various dirt, with only a hint of its original color visible at the collar.
At this moment, he was biting into a chicken leg.
It was him!
A Super Douluo!
A member of Shrek Sea God Pavilion!
Honorary Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Church!
"That's right."
An Zhen, not at all intimidated by the title of Titled Douluo, reached out and pulled the nearby display stand over.
"Here we have pearl milk tea, chocolate milk tea, original flavor, grape fruit tea, watermelon ice drink, and lemonade."
"What would you like to try?"
"Give me one of each."
"Okay."
The handsome young man opened the cabinet beneath the display stand, revealing several large jars, each fitted with a faucet.
Soon, six transparent plastic cups, decorated with flowers and girls on the outside, were filled with drinks.
"Grand Ancestor, would you like a cup?"
"I'll have an original one."
"Grand Ancestor!"
A gentle voice, tinged with urgency, rang out.
An Zhen then noticed a woman standing behind the old man.
She was too quiet, like a motionless statue. Her black hair cascaded to her waist, her delicate face was serene and flawless, and her fitted school uniform outlined her alluring curves. She was as serene as a silver moon high in the night sky.
Zhang Lexuan.
Only Zhang Lexuan and Bei Bei could address Mu En with that title.
"Give this child a pearl milk tea."
"Okay."
With trembling hands, An Zhen took the milk tea and handed the other cup to her.
Zhang Lexuan didn't drink. The girl stood there like a statue.
"Listening to Elders is what good children do."
An Zhen directly pushed the milk tea into her hand.
Drink it or not, he didn't care.
"If placed at a high-end banquet, your sugary drinks, young man, could be considered industrial waste," Grand Ancestor gave his evaluation.
"Then what if it's placed at a street barbecue stand?"
"It would be a campus craze."
A cup of milk tea, a chicken leg.
Grand Ancestor felt that these two things were simply a perfect match.
"How much do you think is a suitable price, old man?"
"Price? One gold coin?" The senior always had plenty of money.
An Zhen closed his eyes, then opened them.
Two large promotional posters instantly appeared on the two small carts.
"Certified by Gourmet Douluo Grand Ancestor, pricing."
"70% off for all items."
With these two signs, it would not only create a celebrity effect but also ensure there would be no pricing issues. Even using good quality ingredients and labor, a cup would only cost one silver coin.
The most crucial point was that this was Shrek City. Anyone who wanted to imitate him would have to dare to sell it here.
"As long as I open for business, I'll provide you with enough, old man, how about it?"
The seemingly obedient youth looked at the senior with anticipation.
"When will you open?"
"Soon."
"Alright."
An Zhen entered the dormitory. He had prepared the work for little Yu Tong. He had to serve the young lady well; his cultivation depended entirely on Huo Yutong.
"Creation out of thin air."
The slovenly old man took a sip of milk tea, recalling the wooden board that had appeared out of nowhere, which even he hadn't noticed. His previously dim eyes were now like fierce beasts awakening from slumber. "Is this kid's Spirit really the World?"
"Do whatever you want to do, whether it's purely out of passion or according to your own will, Le Xuan, this is what youth is all about," the old man, nearing the end of his life, advised.
"Grand Ancestor, protecting the academy is what Le Xuan wants to do," the gentle woman was like a clear, silver moon; she was always so serene, always alone.
"I have harmed you, my child."