Xiuxian Food Stall, a Hot Spot as Soon as It Opens

Chapter 162 Boss Lu, You Are My Fan
"Let go of that little monk?"

Shu Ke could tolerate it, but Fang Xian could not. His brows raised in anger, and he strode over and scolded Lu Wu, wanting to rescue the tortured little monk.

Lu Wu was immersed in the pleasure of touching the figurine and didn't react for a moment, so he replied subconsciously.

"Let him go and let you come?"

The little braised egg was so nice to touch that she was really reluctant to let it go.

"..."

Fighting is not allowed here. Fang Xian, who was about to teach Lu Wu a lesson, was silenced by these words.

"Master Fang Hui, please don't misunderstand me. She and I are not in the same group."

"She's a heretic!"

He hurriedly explained that he had just seen with his own eyes the woman flying up from a stall with big wings.

Those who are greedy for pleasure will not be his companions.

"what?"

Lu Wu let go of his hand and the little monk raised his head.

Not only were there no tears on his face, but the little monk with a silly smile stared at Fang Xian for a while, then realized that the other party had misunderstood.

"Donor, you misunderstood. My sister didn't bully me."

“I’m just drinking milk tea.”

The little monk loved the smoothness of the taro paste.

He remembered the taro bun that his master had given him to eat. It was that bun that saved him from hunger and led him to Buddhism.

He once thought that there was nothing in the world more delicious than that steamed bun, but now he understood that he was narrow-minded.

My sister’s taro paste is better than that steamed bun.

There were still some milk stains on the corners of the little monk's mouth, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Lu Wu wiped it away with a handkerchief, and the little monk shyly said, "Thank you, sister."

Seeing the two of them being so affectionate, Fang Xian found himself like the evil man who tried to break up the couple.

Bah, Master Fang Hui has entered Buddhism a long time ago, how could she become a couple with a heretic? Besides, their ages are not a match.

The more Fang Xian thought about it, the more confused he became, and he felt that his heart of Taoism was crumbling.

"My fellow Daoist, I see you're very angry. How about a cup of milk tea to cool down?"

Lu Wu didn't take the other party's offense seriously.

It's just that I said a few extra words, and I meant well.

At worst, she could cut corners when making milk tea for the other person later, and no one would notice anyway.

Well, she is so generous.

"Sir, the milk tea is delicious. You can try it. The sweeping uncle also likes it."

The little monk stepped forward to assist Lu Wu.

"Uncle Sweeper..."

Hearing this name, Fang Xian couldn't help but think of the sweeping monk he met outside Tianfo Temple when he came to the temple at this time last year.

What sounded like gibberish actually brought to light a problem that had been bothering him for a long time.

When he suddenly understood, he went to look for the other person, but couldn't find him.

Later he also asked around and learned that everyone in Tianfo Temple called him the Sweeping Uncle and respected him very much.

He guessed that it was a great practitioner.

But how could such a great practitioner like to drink this kind of milk tea?

Fang Xian didn't believe it.

But he also had a certain understanding of the young monk Tianhui. This young monk was born with a Buddhist heart and never lied.

Fang Xian hesitated.

And in Lu Wu's view, hesitation is a sign of falling in love.

So Lu Wu tried again.

She has to sell this shoddy milk tea.

"Fellow Daoist, please give it a try. I guarantee it's worth every penny."

"Especially this beaten lemon tea. The overnight beaten lemon has a unique flavor. You will definitely regret it if you miss it."

Lu Wu is patient and persuasive, like a bad woman who seduces innocent people.

However, the little monk was completely conquered by milk tea, and now he looks at Lu Wu through a filter.

My sister is so nice.

"Okay, can't it be cheaper?" Fang Xian was persuaded, but frowned when he saw the price.

It’s so expensive, why don’t you just grab it?

"no."

Isn't she just robbing, and doing it openly?

"A cup of violent lemon tea, right? Wait a moment."

Without waiting for Fang Xian to make a choice, Lu Wu chose it for him. There was no other way, as lemon tea had the simplest recipe among the various types of milk tea.

After adding lemon slices and half a small lime, Lu Wu showed his eight teeth to Fang Xian and spoke.

"I'll fight!"

The stick hit the cup "dong dong dong". With that strength and expression, Fang Xian suspected that the boss was treating him as the lemon slice and was hitting him hard.

The rhythmic sound made the little monk nod his head while drinking milk tea.

Slurp, slurp!
Fang Xian couldn't help but look over.

Is it really that delicious?

Young Master Tianhui almost couldn’t see his eyes from laughing.

The little monk, who was almost full, looked at the empty second cup and reached out to the remaining first cup.

He decided not to stay.

This kind of good thing must be destroyed quickly, otherwise it would be a sin.

Master said that when practicing, one must follow one’s heart.

He is very obedient.

"Fellow Daoist, your lemon tea is ready."

While Fang Xian was lost 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 that there was a conspiracy.

I hope you didn't drug 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 drink the lemon tea before the ice melts, otherwise the taste will be diluted."

Lu Wu's kind reminder made Fang Xian take a sip from the cup.

Ok……

It's a little sour, a little sweet, and a little bitter, but... it tastes very good.

The slight coolness mixed with bits of sweetness instantly moistened his thirsty body. Fang Xian, who had been climbing all the way up, was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

But after taking a sip of lemon tea, the coolness seemed to turn on a switch in his body, making his tiredness disappear and even his spirits perk up a lot.

The heat caused by the hard training disappeared at this moment.

This cup of lemon tea is more effective than any spell to calm the mind.

Fang Xian was shocked.

The suspicion in his heart was growing, but this time in a good way.

He wondered if this boss was some kind of expert in disguise who came here for entertainment, just like the sweeping monk who had given him guidance before, both of them were his predecessors.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that he had some mean thoughts just now.

She touched the little monk's head, and it looked like a grandmother's love for her grandson.

He looks at people with dirty eyes and sees them as dirty. He needs to change.

Lu Wu, who was suddenly extremely excited, was not surprised by Fang Xian's reaction, but through the other party's suddenly enlightened eyes, she saw something presumptuous.

Fang Xian, holding the cup, couldn't even savor it slowly.

A cup of cool lemon tea made him drink it like a cow. After a few gulps, the cup was finished.

He even took the remaining lemon slice, chewed it for a while, and then swallowed it.

A little sour, but refreshing.

Fang Xian, feeling relaxed all over, stretched his limbs. He felt that he could still go up and down the mountain several more times.

"boss……"

Fang Xian, who wanted to have another drink, saw a group of young monks pouring out of the gate of Tianfo Temple.

They swarmed in, and one of the monks pushed him away with his butt, then rushed to Lu Wu's stall in a hurry.

"Boss Lu, you're my fan, I want milk tea."