Wen Mianmian nodded, "Indeed, that girl does have problems, but the biggest problem is you guys."
"us?"
The Fourth Master and the Sixth Master said in unison, with confusion in their eyes, not understanding what this meant.
"Now that you're human, you can tell from your clothes and looks that you're extraordinary. It would be strange if people didn't target you."
Fourth Master: “…”
Sixth Master: “…”
So it's their fault.
When the Fourth Master heard Mianmian say this, his face turned dark.
"But it's a good thing you didn't give her any money, otherwise she would have to work like a slave for you."
Wen Mianmian's words were suggestive, and the two of them were not stupid so they could naturally understand the meaning behind Mianmian's words. Their faces became even uglier.
Seeing them like this, Wen Mianmian didn't continue the topic and asked, "By the way, why are you here?"
"My fourth brother and I had some things to take care of, and we never thought we would encounter something like this." Because the matter was urgent, they did not bring anyone out, just the two of them.
"Are you done with your work? If you are, let's go have a meal and talk slowly." Wen Mianmian looked at the two of them and said.
The Fourth Master glanced at the Sixth Master, who understood.
Hahaha laughed and said, "Well, what about little fourth sister-in-law? You and fourth brother go ahead. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."
After the Sixth Master left, Wen Mianmian took the Fourth Master's hand and said with a smile in her eyes, "Then my Lord, let's go eat together."
The Fourth Master looked at Mianmian's smiling face, and his originally gloomy expression instantly improved a lot.
The big hand held her hand tightly, "Okay~" and the two walked towards the restaurant not far ahead.
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"Master, we got that thing this time, so we should have a good meal today." Two monks, one old and one young, came to the place where Wen Mianmian and others had just left. The young monk couldn't suppress his inner ecstasy and spoke.
The old monk stroked his beard and was in a very good mood. "Well, let's go there and have a good meal."
There was a restaurant not far ahead, which looked quite good. He was also hungry, so he decided to go there and have something delicious.
The two walked towards the restaurant in front. As soon as they entered, the waiter came out enthusiastically.
"Please come in, my two guests."
"Come to a private room." The young monk said generously.
The old monk who was about to sit down beside him said: "..."
"Okay, okay. Please go upstairs, gentlemen." The waiter smiled and made a gesture of invitation, then led the way upstairs.
The young monk was following behind, and was suddenly slapped on the back of his head by the master behind him.
He cursed in a low voice, "Prodigal disciple." Then he walked upstairs with a stern face.
The young monk touched the place where he had just been hit with a wronged look.
It was the master's fault for not explaining it clearly just now, so how would he know this? Besides, he was sitting on the first floor before and said it was too noisy. This time he took the initiative to ask for a private room, so why did he get beaten?
Although he felt a little aggrieved, he still quickly followed.
In another private room, Wen Mianmian ordered several dishes. The Fourth Master was happy with whatever he wanted to eat. After they ordered, the waiter took the order and left.
The moment the waiter opened the door, another waiter came over with the old monk and others.
Just as they reached the door of the private room where Wen Mianmian and the others were, the map in the box in the old monk's bag began to move again.
However, because it was in the box and the movement was very slight, the box did not react at all, so the old monk did not feel it.
They were taken to the private room next door, which was one room away from Wen Mianmian's.
The dishes ordered by Wen Mianmian and his friends were served quickly.
Then the two of them started to eat. There was no need for Nanny Song and the others to serve them, so Wen Mianmian asked her and Shancha to go downstairs to eat something. It was already noon and they couldn't go hungry.
So there were only Wen Mianmian and the Fourth Master in this private room.
Wen Mianmian picked up two pots of fruit wine placed aside. She heard that both tasted pretty good. Wen Mianmian didn't know which one was better, so she ordered two different pots to try.
She took one of the pots and poured a glass for the Fourth Master, "Master, try this fruit wine. I heard it tastes pretty good." She handed the poured glass to the Fourth Master, and then poured herself a glass.
The Fourth Master took a sip, and Wen Mianmian raised the glass and looked at the Fourth Master expectantly and asked, "Master, how is it? Is it delicious?"
The Fourth Master glanced at her and nodded, "Well, it's not bad. You try it."
Wen Mianmian lowered her head, brought the wine in the glass to her lips, and then took a small sip.
"Hmm, why is it sour?" Wen Mianmian frowned, lowered her head to look at the wine in the glass and spoke.
The Fourth Master looked at Mianmian's cute appearance and covered his mouth with his hands while laughing.
"Master, you lied to me." Wen Mianmian glared at him coquettishly.
She thought the wine was sweet, but it turned out to be sour and not tasty at all.
The Fourth Master made a fist and put it to his mouth, covering the corners of his mouth that were slightly upturned. "Ahem, well, I do think the taste is okay. Maybe it doesn't suit Mianmian's taste."
"Isn't there another pot here? Try this one, it should be okay."
The Fourth Master quickly took another pot of fruit wine and poured another glass for Mianmian.
"Here, this taste should be okay."
Just when Wen Mianmian wanted to take it, the Fourth Master withdrew his hand and said, "Let me taste it for you."
Then he finished the wine in the glass.
"Well, this one is fine. It's sweet. I'm sure you'll like it."
Wen Mianmian was a little skeptical, "Really, Master, please don't lie to me."
"Don't worry, there's no way I'd lie to you." He took another cup and poured her a glass.
Wen Mianmian took it and took a sip with half belief and half doubt. Hmm, it really tasted like sweet fruit wine.
"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
"Well, this tastes really good. The one just now was too sour." Wen Mianmian couldn't help but finish the whole cup, and then wanted to pour another one, but was stopped by the Fourth Master.
Wen Mianmian looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Eat first, and drink later." The Fourth Master picked up her chopsticks and handed them to her.
In the next private room, the master and the disciple were talking, and they didn't notice that something was squirming in the bag placed beside them.
"Master, we have got the things here. Where should we go next?" the young monk asked while pouring tea.
Then he handed one of the cups to him. The old monk took a sip of the teacup and said, "Rest well for a while first, and then set off again when you have news."
"Master and the others still have no news. What if there is no news?"
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