The cool breeze, carrying a hint of sweetness, instantly quenched his thirst. Fang Xian, who had climbed all the way up, was already exhausted, both physically and mentally.
But after taking a sip of lemon tea, the coolness seemed to turn on a switch in his body, instantly relieving his fatigue and making him feel much more energetic.
The heat generated from the ascetic practice vanished at this moment.
This cup of lemon tea works better than any calming spell.
Fang Xian was shocked.
His doubts were growing, but this time in a positive direction.
He wondered if this boss was some kind of master disguised as someone who came here for leisure, just like the sweeping monk who had enlightened him before—both were senior figures.
Thinking about it now, he seemed to have been thinking petty things.
She touched the little monk's head; it was clearly a grandmother's affection for her grandson.
He looks down on people because he's filthy; he needs to change.
Lu Wu, who was suddenly doubling her attention, was not surprised by Fang Xian's reaction, but through the other's enlightened eyes, she saw something presumptuous.
Fang Xian, holding the cup, couldn't even savor it slowly.
He gulped down a refreshing cup of lemon tea like a cow, emptying the cup in a few gulps.
He didn't even leave the remaining lemon slices behind; he put them in his mouth, chewed them for a while, and then swallowed them.
It's a little sour, but very refreshing.
Feeling completely relaxed, Fang Xian moved his limbs and felt that he could go up and down the mountain several more times.
"boss……"
Fang Xian, who wanted another cup, saw a group of young monks pouring out of the gate of Tianfo Temple.
They swarmed over, and one of the monks pushed him aside with his buttocks before rushing to Lu Wu's stall in a hurry.
"Boss Lu, you're my fan, I want to drink milk tea."
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