Chapter 103 Senior Brother?
The problem she's facing now is recruiting fortune tellers.
The store is about to open, but we're short-staffed, which is a real problem.
So he immediately had Yu Liang post an advertisement on his live streaming account, welcoming talented people from the esoteric arts world to come and preside over the Yu Family Esoteric Arts Hall, and also posted a notice in front of the store under renovation.
Actually, Yu Xiaoluo hoped that one or two of her senior brothers from Xuyue Temple—no, her grand-disciples—could come down to help her. After all, those were her true disciples. Although there were many truly skilled people in the folk, they needed a period of adjustment.
The next morning, the new nanny knocked on the door and said, "Miss, a young Taoist priest came to see you. He kept saying he was your grand-disciple and then your senior brother. He's probably a fraud, so I sent him away."
Yu Xiaoluo almost jumped up, "What? You kicked him out?"
"Yes, miss, what's wrong? Let me tell you, miss, there are so many scammers these days, all sorts of tricks—"
Before she could finish speaking, Yu Xiaoluo hurriedly ran downstairs, opened the door, and saw no one. She thought to herself, "Oh no, I wonder which honest grand-disciple ran away just because someone said he was a liar?"
So he walked a little further to see if he could catch up with the disciple, but he still didn't see him and was somewhat disappointed. Then he saw a person who looked like he was wearing a Taoist robe squatting in the bushes.
"Hey, who are you, and what are you doing there?"
The man raised his face, and upon seeing Yu Xiaoluo, he was first surprised, then tears streamed down his face. "Grandmaster, I've finally found you! I've searched for you so hard—"
"Hua Zi?" Hua Zi is the youngest disciple of Xu Yue Temple, nineteen years old this year. I didn't expect him to find his way here.
"I'm so hungry—"
Yu Xiaoluo: "Hua Zi, what brings you here? Oh, you must be starving. Come back with me right now, I'll ask Auntie to get you something to eat. But remember, you must never call me Grandmaster or Grandmother in front of anyone. Call me Junior Sister."
"Yes, Grandmaster—Junior Sister!"
"From now on, you are not allowed to call me 'Grandmaster' anymore, understand? I am clearly so young, you can't make me sound old!"
"Okay—Junior sister, could you give me something to eat?"
Yu Xiaoluo grabbed his ear and dragged him home, saying, "All you ever think about is eating! Are you a pig? You came all this way just to eat? Is the food supply at Xuyue Temple running out? Honestly, I really don't know what I, Chen Daosheng's grand-disciple, have taught you—"
Upon entering the house, the nanny stared at them in astonishment, her mouth agape, speechless for a moment.
Yu Xiaoluo was too lazy to explain, "Auntie, hurry up and get some food for my senior brother. He's not picky, as long as he's full, he's fine with either meat or vegetables."
The nanny then realized that she had offended the young lady's senior brother. It seemed that she could only make amends with food, so she quickly turned around and went to prepare some.
Yu Xiaoluo took an apple from the living room and gave it to Hua Zi to fill his stomach. Hua Zi was really hungry. While eating the apple, he said indistinctly, "Grandmaster—Junior Sister, this apple is really delicious. I didn't expect that the fruit outside of Xuyue Mountain is so delicious. I thought that only our place was rich in spiritual energy."
"Hey, many fruits on the market are made with high-tech processes, how could they not taste good?"
Hua Zi's eyes widened. "What? What's this 'high-tech, ruthless' stuff? You can eat it?"
Yu Xiaoluo didn't want to explain at all, so she went straight to the point, "So, what do you want from me?"
“Master is dying, and he said he wants to give you his last words.”
Yu Xiaoluo's eyes widened. "What did you say?"
Hua Zi was still munching on his apple when Yu Xiaoluo, annoyed, slapped it away. "Master is dying, and you've been munching on this apple for ages before you even say anything?"
Hua Zi looked at the fruit that had fallen to the ground with a slightly aggrieved expression, her face full of heartache.
His behavior was making Yu Xiaoluo very angry.
It seems his master really can't compare to an apple. I wonder what Chen Daosheng would think if he knew.
"I need to replenish my energy so I have the strength to speak."
Speak like a human being!
Yu Xiaoluo knew that her disciples were unreliable, but she didn't expect them to become even more unreliable. It was all because of that old man Chen Daosheng. What kind of people did he take in, and how did he teach them?
It seems that without its own leader to back it up, the Xuyue Temple is really becoming more and more outrageous.
Hua Zi stammered, "My master has been lying in bed groaning lately, saying that his whole body aches, and that only De—De something Xu's duck tongue can cure this ailment. It's supposedly quite expensive, and he told me to find you—"
Yu Xiaoluo almost fainted, all for this one bite of food?
But she didn't know anything about duck tongues; she'd only been here a short time.
In her mind, she had already cursed these gluttonous grand-disciples to their ancestors for eighteen generations—no, wasn't that cursing herself?
She took out her phone and asked, somewhat annoyed, "What else do you want to eat? Tell me all at once."
"Quanjuxiang's roast duck, Mingyuexuan's egg yolk pastry, Zhang Laoli's braised chicken—"
“Wait, wait, wait—” Yu Xiaoluo called Yu Liang, “Third Brother, go buy something now—Dexu duck tongues, Quanjuxiang roast duck, Mingyuexuan egg yolk pastries, Zhang Laoli braised chicken—and what else—Qingshui Lake blue crabs—right, make sure to keep them fresh.”
"Sis, what are you doing? Do you want me to drive around the entire city of Kangba?"
"I don't know either, it might be for saving a life."
After saying that, Yu Xiaoluo hung up the phone. Yu Liang on the other end was completely dumbfounded. Could these things really save lives?
The mere mention of food made Hua Zi's throat gurgle, and he swallowed his saliva frantically. Just then, the smell of fried chicken wafted over, and he couldn't even speak, probably swallowing his own saliva.
The nanny came over and said, "Miss, I cooked a bowl of pork rib noodles and fried a few chicken drumsticks."
"You go and eat first."
Yu Xiaoluo watched him sitting there wolfing down his food; he looked like he was really starving.
Thinking about it, something didn't seem right. Although Xuyue Temple was relatively poor and not many people came to burn incense because of its remote location, it was still famous and people would come every now and then to donate some money for incense. Surely this little grand-disciple shouldn't be starving like this.
After he finally finished eating and returned to the sofa, Yu Xiaoluo looked at him sternly and asked, "What exactly happened? You're all broke?"
Hua Zi said with a mournful face, "After you left, Master found a seven or eight-year-old boy on the road. The boy looked very pitiful and said that he was an orphan with no one to rely on. Master took him back to the temple and accepted him as his junior apprentice. Unexpectedly, a week later, all the money we had saved for incense oil disappeared along with that junior apprentice."
"I never expected that guy to be so young, yet so ruthless, leaving us not even a single penny."
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