Ji Ruo had been using his Iron Palm to fry rice, treating every customer seriously. The rice he cooked became more and more fragrant and delicious, and he harvested scattered 'little red flowers.'
Ji Ruo would be happy every time he got a little red flower. This was the simple and pure joy of collecting.
In addition, there were more and more people going to the toilet. Ji Ruo roughly estimated that the stock of the public toilets near the school that he had 'drained' last night was probably saved up again.
If they could set up a stall and harvest the little red flowers, the others could reap health and happiness, and the entire tree demon tribe led by the Sacred Mountain Tree could reap a large amount of fertilizer…This was a triple win!
"Classmate Jiruo." Suddenly, a guest walked up to Ji Ruo. Ji Ruo was about to greet the guest like how he had treated the previous guests, but when he looked up, he was stunned.
