Chapter 120 Taoist Temple Night Banquet



"Hey, Huzi and Sanpang are back? Great, come with me to the kitchen and serve dinner to everyone."

The old Taoist priest came in and saw Hu Zi, who had a particularly conspicuous figure, at a glance, and called the three of them to the back.

"This old Taoist priest is really amazing!" Yan Zi said in a low voice, looking at the backs of several people.

"So, Miss Yan Zi, such an amazing person is your fan. How do you feel about that?" Feng Xiaoyun pretended to raise a microphone to her mouth.

"Hate it! Show some respect and don't talk about the Taoist priest like that!"

Soon the old Taoist priest brought A Tai and a few others, each with a large tray. On the trays were several bowls of steaming dumpling soup and a few side dishes.

There was no table in the back hall, so a few people moved several desks from the side. Everyone sat on cushions in a circle. The smoke from the dumpling soup on the desk was wafting, and it inexplicably had a Taoist aura.

"Come on, everyone, don't be shy and try my cooking skills."

"Is there any ceremony before the meal?" Wilson asked curiously. After all, in their place, devout believers would hold hands and pray before eating, so he was also very curious whether this Eastern mysterious Taoist sect had a similar ceremony before the meal.

"Ritual? What's the point of that? It's not something you can eat or drink!" Since he had already been told, the old Taoist priest didn't hesitate. He picked up his dumpling soup, blew on it gently, and then drank it happily.

Sanpang followed his master's lead and took a sip, then put down the bowl and said, "It's too hot. Would you like two bottles of beer first?"

"Okay, okay!" Wilson was the first to agree. He understood the Chinese phrase "give me a bottle of beer".

He has restrained himself a bit since he was released on Dongji Island last time, but today everyone here is his own people. Not to mention A Tai among the four people in the Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest and the guy called Sanpang don't seem to have much fighting power. Only Hu Zi seems to be able to fight with him.

What else is there to say? Of course I have to agree.

"Do you want it frozen or at room temperature?" asked Sanpang maliciously.

"Of course it has to be at room temperature. How can you drink frozen beer in such a cold day?" Wilson was fooled.

Feng Xiaoyun hit him angrily: "Room temperature is minus 20 degrees Celsius, and frozen is about 3 or 4 degrees Celsius. Which one do you want to drink?"

Wilson then remembered that the normal temperature here was minus twenty degrees Celsius, and quickly said, "It's freezing, freezing!"

Artest quickly brought over a case of beer. Sanpang handed one to Wilson, then turned and asked if anyone else wanted a drink. Zhang Li and a few other crew members also asked for a bottle. After all, it was a bit hot sitting here, so a cool beer would be nice.

After distributing them all, there wasn't much left in the box of beer. Sanpang asked Atai to go get another box, but Huzi stopped him and said, "I'll go. I'll bring more at once so Atai doesn't have to run back and forth."

"Isn't he going to drink?" Wilson asked curiously when he saw that Sanpang had handed a bottle of wine to the old Taoist priest but not to Hu Zi.

"Hehe, he promised his wife that he wouldn't drink." Sanpang picked up his bottle, raised it to everyone from a distance, and drank it all in one gulp.

It was really the last part just now where he dragged Hu Zi over on the snow sled, and he was very thirsty now.

Wilson naturally did not want to be outdone, and he drank the beer in his hand in a few gulps, which also attracted cheers from a few onlookers.

"Is he so afraid of his wife?" After drinking a bottle of wine, Wilson burped. It turned out that Hu Zi, who he thought was his biggest rival, was actually the legendary "henpecked husband" in China.

"The entire Xueling City Railway Station knows about this! Hehehehehe!" The old Taoist priest grinned evilly.

Now everyone was interested. Yan Zi asked curiously, "Why does Xueling City Railway Station know that he's afraid of his wife? Is he a railway employee?"

After all, Yan Zi's parents worked on the railway all their lives, so she was particularly concerned about people of this identity.

"No, this big fool is a physical education teacher in the school. His wife goes to the same school as him." The old Taoist priest drank much more gently. He first poured it into a big bowl and only took a sip.

"Then why do people at the train station know that he is afraid of his wife?" Now everyone's appetite was whetted by the old Taoist priest.

"His wife has a hot temper. Don't be fooled by his appearance, Hu Zi is completely obedient to his wife and never loses his temper with her. Sometimes when he gets angry at home, instead of saying anything back, he runs to Xueling City Railway Station and puts his wallet in his back pocket, which is filled with waste paper, with half of it sticking out."

"Master!" Hu Zi, who had brought in five boxes of beer at once, happened to hear the master talking about him and shouted quickly, hoping that the master would show mercy.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you afraid of your wife and people knowing it?" Sanpang teased.

"That's not fear, that's respect and love. Otherwise, why am I about to have a baby, and you're still a single dog?" The master didn't dare to confront him, but since he grew up with Sanpang, he had to confront him anyway.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm a single dog, hehe, Master, please continue!" Sanpang said as he drank another bottle of beer.

The old Taoist priest didn't care about his disciple's face. It was a rare occasion for him to sit at the same table with his idol. What was wrong with telling a few funny stories to make his idol laugh?

"Just think about it, the station is a place full of people of all kinds. How could those thieves not see such a bulging wallet in the back pocket of this big guy?"

"After this, the thief at the station beat him up and sent him to the police station. After that, when this guy went to the station again, the thieves didn't steal from him. They just said behind his back that he must have been upset with his wife at home again."

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