Chapter 26 The Taoist Priest Arrives

Wen Zhenyi saw that there were already many diners, so he went straight to the big pot and started making golden egg fried rice.

First, pour in a small amount of oil, add the diced bacon and washed green beans and stir-fry, then serve the fragrant ingredients.

Ma Yinghe watched her start to fry egg fried rice: "Yiyi, do you want to beat the eggs now?"

"Well, it needs to be beaten into egg liquid."

"Okay, let's get started now."

Wen Zhenyi poured in oil, letting it cover the walls of the pot. He poured out the excess oil, leaving only a small amount, and then poured in yesterday's steamed cold rice.

Beat all the rice grains, pour in the golden egg liquid, pick up the pan and shake it quickly to allow the egg liquid to evenly coat each grain of rice, and finally add the fried green beans and diced bacon and stir-fry.

The people in the queue stared with their eyes wide open. They looked at the white rice, which turned golden yellow and exuded the fragrance of eggs, rice, meat and green beans.

Wen Zhenyi fried a pot of rice and put it on the table. The rest of the work was done by Old Lady Wen and the others, and he continued to make the next pot of rice.

The person who was stalking in the village hid in the corner of the wall, poked his head out to look over here, and when he smelled the fragrance here, his saliva in his mouth began to secrete more uncontrollably.

He felt saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and quickly wiped it with his sleeve.

Now he only had one feeling, which was that he hoped Wen Zhenyi was not possessed by a dirty thing, so that they could also eat such delicious food.

Wen Zhenyi finished frying the whole pot of rice he brought with him. He was so tired that he could hardly lift his hands. His body was still too weak, and it was a bit difficult for him to flip the wok.

She noticed that her hands had begun to tremble, and now she couldn't even lift them to relax.

Wen Yongman couldn't help, so he turned around and saw her hands trembling slightly. He hurried over to her and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Zhenyi looked up and saw his worried face: "It's okay, just a little tired."

Wen Yongman sat down next to her: "Are your hands sore? Let me rub them for you." Then he pulled one of her arms and began to rub it with his little hands.

"Xiao Man, do you want to study?"

"I can learn to read even if I don't go to school." Wen Yongman doesn't care at all whether he can go to school or not.

"What if there's a chance?"

"Big brother is more suitable than me. Big brother is very smart."

Wen Zhenyi looked up at the boy with his back to her and said, "If possible, brother and you should go to the academy."

Wen Yongman shook his head: "It costs a lot of money to go to school."

"You'll have money later."

Wen Yongman didn't say anything. He also longed to go to school, but his family had spent all their money on his sister's medical treatment, and he couldn't add to the burden on his family.

Wen Zhenyi's hand is much better now. She has to work hard to make money so that her family can live better. "Xiaoman, it's okay now."

Wen Yongman looked at her in disbelief: "Move."

Wen Zhen saw that he looked unconvinced and raised his hand to show him: "Look."

Wen Yongman was relieved when he saw that she could really lift it up.

The golden egg fried rice was sold out in a short time.

Wen Chengwen looked at the long queue of people still waiting behind him and could only shout, "No more, everyone please disperse."

"No way, it's gone. How long has it been?"

"Sorry, we're sold out today. Please come early tomorrow."

Those who didn’t buy anything crouched next to those who did and asked, “Brother, is it delicious?”

The person next to him held onto his plate like a protective child, looking at the person next to him warily, as if afraid that he would grab it: "What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to ask if it tastes good."

The person serving the dish stuffed another mouthful into his mouth with a spoon and mumbled, "It's delicious. I didn't expect rice could be cooked this way."

"Brother, let's discuss something. I'll give you some money, and you'll give me half?"

The man holding the plate shook his head like a rattle: "No, you should find someone else. I don't even have enough to eat for myself."

"You still have a big plate here, don't be so stingy. I'll give you double the price."

"I won't give in even if you offer five times as much."

This situation happened in front of the stall.

Wen Chengwen was carrying a lunch box containing a plate of egg fried rice and a bowl of clam and winter melon soup, which he was going to send to the private school for Mr. Shen and his grandson.

The other members of the Wen family also took their fried rice and ate it behind the stall. After they finished eating, it was time for them to pack up and return to the village.

The stalkers were so hungry after watching them that they had no choice but to buy a pancake from the stall next to them and continued to squat in the corner to bite the pancake. However, compared with theirs, this pancake had no taste.

I don’t know who took the lead, but the diners at the stalls actually washed their bowls, plates and chopsticks and placed them on the table.

This action was followed by other guests, which stunned the Wen family.

Looking at the clean dishes, they didn't know what to say.

Wen Zhenyi looked at the diners who left and said, "What interesting people they are."

Wen Chengwen came back and let him eat the fried rice left for him, while the others started to clean up the pots and pans on the stall.

When they returned to the village, someone was already waiting for them at the entrance.

Old Man Wen looked at the villagers and snorted coldly: "Don't stare at us, we won't run away." After that, he returned to the yard with his family.

As soon as they stepped into the yard, Dong Li came to their house with an old Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, followed by villagers carrying a lot of things.

Before Dong Li could speak, the Taoist priest behind him walked in front of him, surrounded the Wen family's yard, made hand seals in one hand, held a Buddhist whisk in the other, and muttered something.

The villagers behind also placed a table in the middle of the yard, and looked at the Taoist priest in the middle of the yard nervously.

Wen Yongnan narrowed his eyes at the Taoist priest and said, "Yi Yi, why do I feel like he's playing tricks on me?"

"Brother, take the feeling away."

Wen Yongnan was slightly stunned, then he laughed: "Don't be afraid, I won't let them bully you."

"They can't bully me."

The Wen family members were all unhappy. They watched the Taoist priest look here and there, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"Oh no, oh no! This house is filled with evil spirits. I'm afraid there's something dirty there. If we don't get rid of it quickly, it's going to bring disaster to the village!"

"What? How could this happen?"

"Master, you must save us!"

"Yes, yes, yes, what on earth is this thing? Please, Taoist priest, perform some ritual to catch this monster for us."

Dong Li frowned. Why did he feel that this Taoist priest was a little strange?

The old Taoist priest looked at the Wen family members, then pointed the Buddhist whisk in his hand at the center of them and said, "This is the evildoer. Only by getting rid of him can we keep the village safe."