Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Half an hour later.

In a beef noodle restaurant.

Cheng Mo and Xia He sat by the window.

Two steaming bowls of beef noodles were placed in front of me, and a takeout box containing braised pork belly that I had just bought from the restaurant across the street was also on the table.

Cheng Mo picked up a piece of braised pork belly, which was a mix of lean and fatty meat, wrapped in glutinous rice. It looked so greasy.

He took a bite, chewed it twice, and nodded: "Not bad."

Then I picked up the bowl and slurped up a mouthful of beef noodles.

Peel another clove of garlic and pop it into your mouth.

Crunchy.

There were a few young people sitting at the next table; they looked like local university students.

A boy wearing glasses stared at Cheng Mo's eating habits, completely stunned.

The girl next to him tugged at his sleeve: "What are you looking at?"

The bespectacled boy pointed at Cheng Mo: "That guy... he eats a mouthful of sand and a mouthful of noodles, and he even eats garlic..."

The girl followed his gaze and was also stunned.

Pork belly sandwich, one piece can make you feel greasy for half a day.

She and her best friend went out to eat last time, and even sharing a piece of food between them felt too sweet.

Does this person have an iron stomach?

Another short-haired girl whispered, "My grandpa always has tea with his braised pork belly, but he's having noodles with it..."

The bespectacled boy swallowed hard: "Wow, that's impressive."

Cheng Mo was completely oblivious to the stares of others. He ate a mouthful of rice, a mouthful of noodles, and a mouthful of garlic, and soon the bowl was empty.

Xia He felt a little physically uncomfortable watching this, recalling the fear of being dominated by meat sandwiches when she was a child.

She was only seven or eight years old at the time, and her grandmother insisted that she eat braised pork belly, saying that it would help her grow.

She ate one piece and felt so sick of it that she didn't want to eat for three days.

From then on, she would avoid any place with braised pork belly.

Watching Cheng Mo eat like this, her stomach started churning: "Can't you be a little more civilized?"

Cheng Mo looked up at her: "Isn't this how I usually eat?"

He suddenly put down his chopsticks, looking wronged: "You're disgusted with me? Have you changed your mind?"

Xia He: "???"

"What's wrong with you, little Taoist priest?"

Cheng Mo pointed at her: "You actually mistook me for a Taoist priest?!"

He raised his voice two octaves: "Wow, you silly girl, your heart is so dirty!"

Xia He covered her face, got up and ran away.

Cheng Mo watched her retreating figure and then slurped up the last bit of noodle soup.

The bespectacled guy at the next table leaned over and said, "Dude, your girlfriend ran away."

Cheng Mo wiped his mouth: "She's not my girlfriend."

The bespectacled boy was stunned: "What's that?"

Cheng Mo said seriously, "She's my older sister."

Just as Xia He finished speaking, having mentally prepared herself, she returned to the store and heard those words.

"You little Taoist priest!! I'll kill you!!!"

Cheng Mo turned to look at her: "Huh? Weren't you full?"

He patted his stomach: "But I can't go out now. Who can poop right after eating?"

The store was silent for two seconds.

Then--

puff.

I don't know who laughed first.

Then the whole store exploded.

The boy with glasses laughed so hard he slapped the table.

The short-haired girl covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

The boss poked his head out from the kitchen: "What's wrong? What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

Xia He's face was already bright red, and she turned around and ran out again.

Cheng Mo wiped his mouth with satisfaction, called the owner to pay the bill, and nodded to the owner: "The food was good, I'll come again next time."

The boss chuckled and agreed, "Okay, take care!"

As Cheng Mo walked out of the noodle shop and turned into a small alley, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his ear.

"Hey, hey, don't push so hard!"

Xia He gritted her teeth: "Still talking nonsense?"

Cheng Mo tilted his head, looking completely innocent: "How could I be talking nonsense? It's clearly you who can't distinguish between retroflex and alveolar consonants."

"You still dare to talk back!"

Xia He was about to exert force with her hand—

Cheng Mo slipped away like an eel, standing three meters away, and grinned smugly: "Letting you scratch my ear was enough, huh? You wanted to get serious?"

Xia He gritted her teeth in anger: "Hmph, you stinky Taoist priest."

Cheng Mo hummed a little tune and turned to leave.

Xia He followed after her, asking, "You don't know anyone here, where do you think you're going?"

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Cheng Mo didn't even turn his head: "Let's just find a hotel room."

Xia He's face flushed red instantly: "What did you say?! Who wants to book a room with you?!"

Cheng Mo stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes full of bewilderment: "...How come you've gotten so filthy these past few days?"

He pointed to the hotel sign on the street: "I'll book my own room and stay there tonight! I can't exactly stay at your place."

Xia He suddenly cooled down and stood still: "That's true, you can't stay at my house."

Cheng Mo shrugged: "Even if you asked me to go, I wouldn't dare. Who knows what kind of trouble you, a female hooligan, might cause?"

Xia He: "..."

She didn't want to refute that.

……

Hotel reception.

After checking in, Cheng Mo took his room key and went upstairs.

Xia He followed her upstairs, looked around the house twice, and said with a serious expression, "Hmm, it's alright, just not as good as my house."

Cheng Mo didn't bother to reply and pulled her out the door: "Let's go, take me for a walk."

Xia He asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"

Cheng Mo glanced at her sideways: "Aren't you a local? Show me around Xiangfan's night view."

"Alright."

It was already dark when the two came out, but fortunately the night view of Xiangfan was quite nice.

The banks of the Han River are brightly lit, and the river reflects the lights, shimmering in the breeze.

There were people fishing by the river. They propped their fishing rods on the railing and sat on small stools next to them, not caring whether they caught any fish or not.

The two walked slowly along the riverbank.

Cheng Mo looked over there and could only see a dark outline with a few lights dotting it.

After walking for a while, Xia He pulled him into a small alley.

The alley was lined with stalls selling all sorts of things—grilled skewers, stinky tofu, grilled gluten, fried potatoes, stir-fried rice noodles, grilled squid, grilled oysters, grilled scallops…

The fragrance wafted everywhere.

Xia He pulled Cheng Mo and squeezed into a barbecue stall: "Boss, ten lamb skewers, ten beef skewers, and two grilled chicken wings."

The vendor deftly flipped the skewers, sprinkled seasonings, and called out, "Lamb skewers, fresh lamb skewers—"

Cheng Mo stood to the side, looking at the sizzling skewers: "Didn't you just finish eating?"

Xia He argued confidently, "That's a main meal, this is a snack, there's no conflict."

Cheng Mo: "...That makes sense."

After getting the lamb skewers, Xia He gave him five skewers and kept the other five, eating them as she walked.

The two then strolled to a stall selling stinky tofu... Next to it was a stall selling sugar paintings, where an old man sat on a small stool, holding a small spoon and drawing on the iron plate.

Xia He went over to take a look and saw that the old man was drawing a butterfly. The syrup flowed on the iron plate and quickly took shape.

Xia He turned to look at Cheng Mo: "Treat me one."

Cheng Mo flicked her cheek and asked the old man with a smile, "How much is one?"

Old man: "Five yuan."

Cheng Mo took out five yuan and handed it over. The old man picked up the painted butterfly, stuck it on a bamboo stick, and handed it to Xia He.

Xia He was still covering her face, lost in thought, when Cheng Mo took the phone and waved it in front of her: "Snap out of it."

"Huh?" Xia He's eyes focused as she looked at the sugar painting in front of her, then happily took it. "It's quite pretty, isn't it?"

Cheng Mo clicked his tongue twice: "You've got quite the thick skin."

Xia He rolled her eyes at him, but considering that the stinky Taoist priest had bought her a sugar painting, she decided not to be angry.

The two then strolled over to a ring toss stall.

Xia He became interested: "Boss, how much is one ring?"

The shopkeeper held out a hand: "One yuan each, six for five yuan."

Xia He took out five yuan: "Six, please."

Cheng Mo silently mourned for his boss.

Fortunately, Xia He was fairly kind; she circled the target twice during the first three laps before flying away.

On the fourth try, I won a small plastic dinosaur, and the shopkeeper handed it to me with a smile.

Throw the fifth ring at the last row and you'll catch a huge plush bunny.

The boss's face turned green, and his hands were shaking as he handed over the rabbit.

After tossing it around again, the toy train next to the rabbit also landed safely.

The boss's face was a mess.

With these two big shipments out, he'll only earn a thousand today.

Xia He handed the two large animals to Cheng Mo, then carried the little dinosaur and continued strolling around.

As I walked along the Han River, a breeze blew across the water, carrying a hint of moisture.

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