"Let go of that little monk?"
Uncle could not tolerate it, Fang Xian could not tolerate it. His eyebrows rose with anger, and he strode over to Lu Wu, scolding him and trying to rescue the tormented little monk.
Lost in the pleasure of touching the figurine, Lu Wu didn't immediately realize what was happening and subconsciously replied with a question.
"Let him go, so you can have him?"
The little hard-boiled egg was so soft to touch, she really didn't want to part with it.
"..."
Fang Xian, who was about to use words to teach Lu Wu a lesson since they couldn't fight here, had his mouth shut by these words.
"Master Fang Hui, please don't misunderstand, I'm not with her."
"She's a heretic!"
He quickly explained that he had just seen the woman fly up from a stall with large wings.
Those who crave pleasure will not be his companions.
"ah?"
Lu Wu released his hand, and the little monk raised his head.
Instead of tears, the little monk, with a silly smile on his face, stared at Fang Xian for a while before realizing that the other man had misunderstood.
“You’ve misunderstood, my sister didn’t bully me.”
"I'm just drinking milk tea."
The little monk loved the smooth and creamy taro paste.
He remembered the taro bun his master had given him, which had saved him from hunger and led him to enter the Buddhist order.
He used to think there was nothing in the world that tasted better than that steamed bun, but now he realizes that he was narrow-minded.
My sister's taro paste is way better than that steamed bun.
The little monk still had some milk stains on the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
Lu Wu wiped it away with a handkerchief, and the little monk said shyly, "Thank you, sister."
Seeing the two being so affectionate, Fang Xian realized he looked just like the villain who broke up a loving couple.
Bah! Little Master Fang Hui has long since entered the Buddhist order. How could she possibly become lovers with a heretic? Besides, they're not even that age-matched.
Fang Xian, increasingly confused by his thoughts, felt his Dao heart teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Fellow Daoist, you seem to be quite irritable. How about a cup of milk tea to cool you down?"
Lu Wu didn't take Fang Xian's offense to heart.
He just said a few words because he was being a bit rude; he meant well.
At worst, she could cut corners when making milk tea for the other person later; no one would notice anyway.
Yes, that's just how generous she is.
"Esteemed benefactor, the milk tea is delicious. You should try it. Even the sweeping uncle likes it."
The young monk stepped forward to help Lu Wu.
"Uncle-Master Sweeping..."
Upon hearing this title, Fang Xian couldn't help but recall the sweeping monk he had encountered outside Tianfo Temple when he visited the temple around this time last year.
His seemingly nonsensical words actually addressed the problem that had been troubling him for a long time.
After he finally understood, he went to look for the other person again, but he couldn't find them.
Later, he inquired around and learned that the people at Tianfo Temple all called him Uncle Sweeping, and respected him greatly.
He guessed that it was a highly accomplished practitioner.
But how could such a great spiritual practitioner like to enjoy drinking this damn milk tea?
Fang Xian didn't believe it.
However, he also knew a certain amount about the young monk Tianhui. This young monk was born with a Buddhist heart and never lied.
Fang Xian hesitated.
Hesitation, in Lu Wu's view, was a sign that she was falling in love.
So Lu Wu persevered.
She had to sell this cheaply made milk tea.
"Fellow Daoist, why not give it a try? I guarantee it's well worth the price!"
"Especially this 'beaten lemon tea'! The beaten lemons from the previous day have a unique flavor, you'll definitely regret missing it!"
Lu Wu's persuasive and skillful approach was very much like that of a wicked woman who seduces innocent people.
However, the little monk, who was completely won over by milk tea, now sees Lu Wu through a filter.
My sister is so kind.
"Okay, can't you make it cheaper?"
Fang Xian was persuaded, but frowned as soon as he saw the price.
It's so expensive, why don't you just rob someone?
No, you can't.
Isn't she just robbing people? And doing it openly and honestly.
"A cup of lemon tea with a beating, right? Just a moment."
Without waiting for Fang Xian to choose, Lu Wu had already made her selection. There was no other way; lemon tea was the simplest of the various milk tea recipes.
Add lemon slices, then half a small lime, and Lu Wu opened her mouth after showing Fang Xian eight teeth.
"I'll hit!"
The stick pounded into the cup with a "thump, thump, thump," and with such force and expression, Fang Xian suspected that the shop owner was treating him like a lemon slice, brutally attacking him.
The rhythmic sounds made the little monk nod his head as he drank his milk tea.
Slurp, slurp!
For a moment, Fang Xian couldn't help but look over.
Is it really that delicious?
Little Master Tianhui was laughing so hard her eyes were almost closed.
The little monk, who was almost full, looked at the empty second cup and reached for the first cup that was left over.
He decided not to stay.
Such a good thing should be eliminated quickly, otherwise it would be a sin.
Master said that spiritual practice should follow one's true nature.
He is very obedient.
"Fellow Daoist, your lemon tea is ready."
While Fang Xian was deep in thought, Lu Wu served him lemon tea.
"Thank you."
After dropping the spirit stone, Fang Xian looked at Lu Wu's seemingly harmless smile and felt a sense of unease.
They probably drugged me.
Fang Xian held the cup to his lips for a long time but couldn't make up his mind.
"Fellow Daoist, it's best to finish your lemon tea before the ice melts, otherwise the flavor will become weak."
Lu Wu's kind suggestion prompted Fang Xian to take a small sip from his cup.
Um……
It's a little sour, a little sweet, and a little bitter, but... it's delicious.
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