An Lin stabilized the price of the stuffed buns at one thousand two hundred spirit stones per steamer mainly because this price was within the acceptable range for the disciples of the major sects.
If he raised the price to two thousand spirit stones per steamer, or even five thousand spirit stones per steamer, he might be able to sell all one hundred steamers in a day. However, this kind of sales would definitely not last long. Many people would stop buying after eating the stuffed buns. Many students would think that the stuffed buns were delicious, but it wasn't worth it to spend so much money on them.
However, a price of one thousand two hundred spirit stones was more than enough for the students of the Celestial Court to eat once a month. Rich people like Liu Qianhuan could even eat two steamers of steamed stuffed buns every day!
Thus, for the past few days, all of his stuffed buns had been sold out within ten minutes.
Dabai's stuffed buns were truly renowned throughout the Celestial Court and Xiuxian United University.
"Su Qian, let's go to the third-year resting area tomorrow and buy some stuffed buns ignored by Dabai!"
"Huh? I don't like stuffed buns. And the second-year and third-year areas are too far away. "
"Hehe, what kind of university student are you if you haven't even eaten the stuffed buns ignored by Dabai? You're going to regret it if you don't eat one! "
"I …"
"Cut the crap. We'll go fight for a spot at six in the morning tomorrow. It'll be gone if we're late!"
…
After a few more days, the stuffed buns ignored by Dabai became the number one delicacy in the Celestial Court, and the title of Chef God An also became popular.
Chef God An maintained a net profit of one hundred and ten thousand spirit stones per day, and he ate a few steamers of stuffed buns with his beast pets. As for the cost, even if he used the best ingredients from The United University, it would still cost around one thousand spirit stones to make a hundred steamers of stuffed buns. This was truly a huge profit.
"Frying pan, I love you to death."
This was An Lin's favorite line every day, and he didn't forget to kiss it.
Whenever he had nothing better to do, he would bring out the Evil-Slaying Sword to chop up vegetables and meat. At the same time, he would teach Little Xie to learn from Big Brother Frying Pan and how to be a virtuous housekeeper. He wanted her to be a sword that was useful to her master and a sword that shared her master's financial burden.
The Evil-Slaying Sword didn't want to say anything. In fact, it wanted to hack someone.
The days were very ordinary.
When he had nothing to do, he would play games with Liu Qianhuan, teach Su Qianyun swordsmanship, and learn foreign languages. After fulfilling those two promises, he would focus on studying cooking …
When Xu Xiaolan saw that An Lin was not in the mood to cultivate and was engrossed in cooking, she felt a headache coming on. Originally, she wanted to persuade An Lin to turn over a new leaf, but when An Lin came to her door with Dabai's Dog Doesn't Care About Me bag, she hesitated.
Each of the three hundred and sixty professions had its own master.
If An Lin achieved phenomenal success in cooking and became the number one Chef God in this world, perhaps that would be a good path for him.
Yue Tu sent a voice transmission to An Lin from the Moon Palace to express her gratitude again. She also told him that her fat-burning method had won Chang 'e's approval, and that she would be staying at the Moon Palace to lose weight once a day. She also told him that she was going to prepare a big present for An Lin the next time they met.
An Lin was also genuinely happy to hear about this. After chatting for a while longer, he closed the voice transmission talisman and once again immersed himself in his culinary studies.
Time passed by slowly, and twenty days had passed in the blink of an eye.
During these twenty days, An Lin had earned two million three hundred thousand spirit stones!
There were close to fifty thousand students, so even if only one of the five students bought a steamer, he would still be able to earn twelve million spirit stones. Furthermore, that was only a conservative estimate, and the actual number was definitely much higher than that. Within a year, An Lin would definitely be filthy rich!
One morning, over a hundred students arrived at the entrance of the third-year area as per usual, but they suddenly recalled that An Lin had told them the day before that the restaurant would be temporarily closed, and they all left with disappointed expressions.
That's right, An Lin had something important to do today. He had to return to the Vermilion Bird Sect with Xu Xiaolan!
As for his application for leave, he brought twenty steamers of stuffed buns to the principal's office, and Vice-Principal Yuhua gladly approved his application. It was a smooth and convenient process.
Xiao Hong, Xiao Chou, and Dabai couldn't leave An Lin's side, and they shamelessly followed behind him.
Wherever An Lin went, they followed.
An Lin's expression was filled with melancholy. He didn't think that he would be able to win over the hearts of his three beast pets with his frying pan.
On this day, after applying for leave, An Lin, Xu Xiaolan, and their three beast pets teleported to the capital city of the Bai Hua State via the school's teleportation spell formation before flying toward the Vermilion Bird Sect.
"Xiaolan, what are you doing back at the sect?"
An Lin turned to Xu Xiaolan, who was wearing a Jade Barley Ink Garment, with a curious expression on his face.
"My True Dragon and Phoenix intents are both perfected, so I'm going back to the sect to attempt to progress to the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage on the Enlightenment Fire God Rock," Xu Xiaolan replied with a faint smile.
An Lin's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "My God, you're only telling me this now? Do you still see me as a friend?!"
Xu Xiaolan pursed her lips. "I'm only trying to awaken my domain, so there's no guarantee that I'll succeed. If you hadn't asked me about this, I wouldn't have told you. It would be very embarrassing if I failed. "
An Lin was ecstatic. "You'll definitely succeed! When the time comes, you'll be the person with the highest cultivation base in our class aside from me!"
The corners of Xu Xiaolan's lips curled up slightly as a vibrant smile appeared on her face. She looked into the distance and didn't reply to An Lin's words. Instead, she thought to herself, If I don't hurry up, the distance between us will only grow further and further …
She was a proud person and didn't want to look up to the man beside her for the rest of her life.
She wanted to be able to fly to the same height as the man beside her and see the same scenery. She wanted to even be able to help him.
"By the way, I'll help you get in through the back door. You don't have to hold a position in the Vermilion Bird Sect, but you still have to be an in-name disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect. Without this status, the Holy Vermilion Flame won't acknowledge you," Xu Xiaolan suddenly said.
"We'll do as you say." An Lin trusted Xu Xiaolan very much, and he immediately nodded.
"Hmm … Give me twenty steamers of stuffed buns," Xu Xiaolan said.
"I understand, I understand …" An Lin nodded with a smile as he brought out twenty steamers of stuffed buns from his storage ring and handed them to Xu Xiaolan.
He had steamed a hundred steamers of stuffed buns today, but he didn't sell them, so he planned to keep them for himself. Who would have thought that they would come in handy again?
After a few hours, a massive tree trunk appeared before everyone's eyes.
This tree towered over ten thousand meters into the clouds, and its canopy obscured the entire sky like a floating continent.
Soon, An Lin and the others arrived at the gate of the sect.
There was a woman in a purple dress there, and she waved at them with a dainty smile.
"Welcome back to the Vermilion Bird Sect, groom. Where's your betrothal gift?"
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