Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5505 Sixth Miss

This basket is not small.

"You made one for me too?"

In fact, the only thing the monk asked the woman for yesterday was a sesame cake for the little girl.

There was no reason for him to ask the woman to make another one for him.

……

"Ah."

The woman nodded.

Since I had to do it, I just did it.

One for the little girl.

One for the master.

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but……

The woman felt a little embarrassed.

At that time, I was thinking about making it for two people...
"It seems like we've done too much..."

Before she put the sesame cakes into the basket, did she think about taking some out?
Later I thought it didn’t matter if there were more.

“Sesame cakes don’t go bad easily.”

The woman's eyebrows curved, "You can leave it there for a little longer."

"You can take your time eating."

“You can also share it with others.”

"It will be all right."

……

"Thank you."

The monk was no longer polite to the woman.

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"Master, you're welcome."

The woman immediately shook her head.

"Master Hope..."

"And that little girl liked the sesame cakes I made this time."

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"like."

The monk said directly.

“The sesame cakes made by the donor are very delicious.”

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The woman's face was full of smiles.

"Oh, Master, you are so polite."

"Thank you, Master."

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After chatting with the monk for a few more words, the woman stopped disturbing him.

She knew that the monk was going to give the sesame cake to the little girl.

If she delivers it quickly now, the little girl can eat hot sesame cake.

The taste is somewhat different from the cold sesame cake.

Each has its own flavor.

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"Amitabha."

The monk thanked the woman again.

"More sesame cakes for the donors."

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The woman smiled and waved her hand.

"You're welcome."

"Please also thank the little girl for liking the sesame cakes I made."

I actually think the sesame cakes she makes are the best in this city.

She was surprised.

Also very happy.

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"it is good."

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The monk turned and walked out of the temple.

Suddenly, some light rain fell from the sky.

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"Uncle Master!"

The clever little monk chased out of the temple and said, "Here is an umbrella."

.....
The monk was slightly stunned.

He reached out and touched the little monk's bald head.

"Thank you."

The senior monk took out a hot sesame cake from the basket and handed it to the young monk, "Here you go."

"Thank you for giving me the umbrella."

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"Uncle, you're welcome."

The young monk, who was quite smart, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes and spoke in a serious tone.

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The aroma of sesame cakes kept entering the little monk's nose.

The little monk swallowed unconsciously.

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"Take it."

The monk smiled.

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The young monk looked up at the senior monk.

Then he reached out and took the sesame cake from the monk's hand.

hiss~
Some are hot.

The little monk took turns holding the sesame cake.

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The monk smiled.

"I am leaving now."

"Let's go back."

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The monk walked forward holding an umbrella.

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The young monk stared blankly at the monk's back for a while.

Until a drop of rain hit his forehead, waking the little monk up.

The young monk subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.

I felt some water stains.

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The little monk immediately jumped up a little.

Turned around and ran towards the temple.

I came out in a hurry just now, and as soon as I found it was raining, I immediately grabbed an umbrella and chased after my uncle.

I didn't have time to get one for myself.

It was also because the rain was light at this time and the temple was behind me.

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The rain was about to get heavier. The little monk used his sleeve to cover the sesame cake in his hand and ran back to the temple quickly.

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The monk came to the cemetery outside the city.

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The monk took some effort to find the tombstone of the Sixth Girl.

The newly erected tombstone glowed even brighter after being washed by the rain.

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The monk squatted down.

It's only been a few days...

Wild grass started growing around the tombstone.

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The monk reached out to clear the weeds and some dead branches and leaves.

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The monk placed the basket in front of the tombstone.

He opened the thick cloth, revealing the sesame cakes piled up tightly inside.

"Miss Six."

The corner of the monk's mouth curled up.

"Look."

"These are the same sesame cakes that I gave you last time. They were made by the same person."

"It was just finished not long ago."

"Well."

"I have tried my best to reduce the time I spend on the road."

The monk reached out and took a sesame cake.

"Ah."

A hint of smile flashed across the monk's eyes, "It's still a little hot."

“It’s hard not to feel lonely when eating alone.”

"Would you mind if I ate with you?"

"of course."

"do not worry."

The monk said as if the Sixth Lady was really in front of him, "I don't eat much."

"Just eat one."

"The rest is yours."

“You can eat slowly.”

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The squatting monk held an umbrella in one hand and put the sesame cake into his mouth with the other hand.

He took a bite.

"Ah."

"good smell."

The monk laughed.

"What does Miss Six think?"

“Is it what you imagined it to taste like?”

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The monk lowered his eyes and ate the sesame cake in his hand bite by bite.

The rain gradually became heavier.

The raindrops hit the tombstone, making a noisy sound.

But it inexplicably makes people feel a little lonely.

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"Miss Six."

The monk sighed slightly.

"terribly sorry."

"I didn't keep my promise to you."

He did not appear in front of Miss Six when she was afraid.

What makes people regretful is that...

He did not show up.

No one else showed up.

"…Are you scared?"

No matter what the Sixth Miss was afraid of...

Even hallucinations...

Madness or not...

But the feeling of fear is real.

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however……

No one understood Miss Six's fear.

Instead, he blamed Miss Six for being afraid.

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"…I heard…"

The monk paused, then continued, "You were smiling at the last moment..."

"why?"

"Did anything pleasant happen?"

If that's the case...

that would be great.

Whether or not that was just another illusion...

The joy was real.

"...You are happy..."

"is it?"

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The monk lowered his eyes.

Then he raised his eyes again, "...I really want to know why?"

If someone appeared next to Miss Six at that time...

Can the Sixth Miss be saved?
It's not just about saving Miss Six from drowning.

But to completely save Miss Six.

Let Miss Six no longer feel inexplicably afraid.

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"……as long as you are happy."

There was a sigh in the monk's voice.

Looking at the sesame cakes crowded together in front of him, the monk pursed his lips.

"…Sixth Miss."

"Next time if you want to eat sesame cakes and want to see me, you can just ask someone to come to me..."

No need to go through the Fifth Madam.

There is no need to feel wronged for having the agreement broken.

"You are the sixth young lady of the mansion."

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“It’s raining heavily today.”

The monk raised the edge of his umbrella a little.

A few drops of rain fell on his face.

The monk was slightly stunned.

He reached out and wiped the water off his face.