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Renbao was engrossed in drinking the spicy soup, with more than a dozen empty bowls piled up in front of her.

Hu Renbao really liked the spicy and strong taste of Hu La Tang (a type of spicy soup). Beads of sweat appeared on her nose, and she couldn't stop eating even though she was sticking out her tongue because of the spiciness.

The diners were so shocked that their mouths dropped open.

This three-year-old can eat so much!

"Ten more bowls, please!" Renbao waved his hand with a domineering gesture and a very childish voice.

The waiter looked at Su Xuance.

Su Xuance spoke gently to Renbao, "Renbao, Father didn't bring that much silver. How about we come back for a drink tomorrow?"

He was genuinely afraid that Renbao's belly would burst.

Renbao looked at him suspiciously with her bright eyes, then lowered her head, took off a gold bracelet, handed it to the waiter, and tilted her head to ask, "Is this enough?"

Su Xuance remained silent.

So this is what it means for Renbao to wear gold jewelry all over his body.

The waiter dared not accept it.

Su Xuance sighed and looked at Lai Fuyan.

Lai Fu understood and exclaimed in an extremely exaggerated "Oh!" voice, "Young lady, I still have some silver on me."

Renbao immediately slipped the gold bracelet onto her wrist and shook it; just hearing the sound made her very happy.

"The young Taoist priest who sets up a stall under the pontoon bridge is truly amazing! Don't let her young age fool you, her Taoist skills and medical expertise are exceptional!"

The diners at the next table were talking about interesting things in Beijing, and they mentioned Renbao.

A businessman from out of town who had just arrived in Beijing overheard this and couldn't help but interject, "How miraculous can a three-year-old be?"

Renbao pricked up her ears; they were talking about her!

"She has it!" The man sitting in the corner suddenly stood up, his eyes red from the spiciness.

To onlookers, he looked like he was crying.

Renbao whispered in Su Xuance's ear, "Father, he was the first person to tell my fortune."

Su Xuance looked over and recognized the man. He was Zhang, the owner of the rice shop, a man from the capital, named Zhang Jian.

A few days ago, he went to the government office to accuse his wife of adultery and wanted to divorce her.

"Those two children of his aren't his?" Su Xuance asked in a low voice.

Renbao nodded: "Yes! That uncle's 'children's palace' is sunken, which means he's destined not to have his own children. But he's lucky! As long as he doesn't mind that the children aren't his biological offspring and takes good care of them, his later years will be very good!"

The voice just fell.

A heart-wrenching cry rang out like a thunderclap.

Renbao was so startled that he dropped the spoon in his hand on the table, and used his chubby little hands to support himself on the table as he looked toward the sound of crying.

Zhang Jian tearfully recounted the fact that he had been cheated on.

He did it on purpose.

He wanted to completely ruin the reputation of his divorced wife and his brother who had betrayed him.

The speaker spoke with deep sorrow, and the listener wept.

Everyone comforted him with sympathy.

As they were passionately arguing, Zhang Jian suddenly stood up and said in a loud voice, "If it weren't for the young Taoist priest, I'd probably still be in the dark about that despicable couple. She's really accurate! Don't underestimate her just because she's young. If you happen to meet her, consider yourself lucky."

"Is it really that accurate?"

Zhang Jian patted his chest: "I'll testify with my life."

Renbao was stunned. There was one word she didn't understand: "What do you mean by 'dog couple'? Does it mean a man and a woman with dog heads?"

Granny Meng said.

If you don't understand, ask.

She's a studious little devil.

Renbao's puzzled, childlike voice echoed through the store, drawing everyone's attention.

It's that gluttonous little kid who drank more than a dozen bowls of spicy soup.

It's the young Taoist priest!

Zhang Jian slid down to his knees before Renbao, his excitement as if he were seeing his own mother. He touched the fifty taels of silver in his hands and exclaimed, "Little Taoist priest! I've finally found you! Can you tell my fortune again?"

She is the young Taoist priest!

The diners stood up.

Su Xuance was alarmed and immediately scooped up Renbao and held him protectively in his arms, his eyes showing vigilance.

Laifu stood in front of the two, his eyes flashing with ferocity: "Don't do anything rash!"

"It's a misunderstanding! We wanted to ask the young Taoist priest to tell our fortunes." The diners lined up behind Zhang Jian.

Renbao swallowed the hot and sour soup in his mouth, looked at Zhang Jian and shook his head: "I know what Uncle wants to achieve, but what you're thinking won't come true."

Zhang Jian sighed and murmured, "Am I really never going to have my own child?"

"Boss Zhang, there's no need to worry. Since Renbao said your good fortune is yet to come and your child will be very filial," Su Xuance said.

Zhang Jian understood.

What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force. Even if a child is not his biological child, he can still have one.

"Thank you, young Taoist priest." Zhang Jian's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he continued to offer the money to Renbao.

Renbao shook his head: "I didn't do any fortune telling, so I won't charge you."

"Young Taoist priest, please tell my fortune."

"And me!"

The entire hot and sour soup shop was packed.

"But I can only count as one of the ten destined people." Renbao reached out to Su Xuance, "Daddy, hug me."

Su Xuance picked her up and placed her on his shoulder. Renbao looked around and selected ten people with kind faces who were indeed facing difficulties.

The chosen person was overjoyed, but became dejected upon hearing about the divination fee.

They can't afford to pay fifty taels for a divination.

Renbao noticed their predicament and waved his chubby little hand: "Ten coins will do for today's divination!"

"This young Taoist priest must be a reincarnation of a celestial being!"

"Thank you, young Taoist priest!"

Those who weren't chosen didn't want to leave either; they all stayed to hear how the three-year-old child calculated it.

"Miss, there are so many people at this hot and sour soup place." Xia He heard the noise outside and couldn't help but lift the curtain to look out. She could vaguely hear exclamations from inside, with someone shouting that the little Taoist priest was truly amazing.

Qin Zhenzhen found the little celestial master, and half of the weight in her heart was lifted. Hearing this, she looked outside and smiled, "It is indeed lively."

"The young Taoist priest didn't go to the floating bridge today, but came to this spicy soup shop. I must see his true face today!"

"Do you know who the teacher of Doctor Duan of Yuande Hall was?"

Who is it?

"I heard it from the young apprentice of Yuandetang himself: the young Taoist priest has taken Doctor Duan as his disciple."

"No one would believe it if I told them, the little Taoist priest is only three years old!"

The people queuing for hot and sour soup were all talking about Renbao.

The master and servant inside the carriage heard everything clearly.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Xia He's eyes: "A three-year-old Taoist priest? Isn't that the same age as the Little Celestial Master? Miss, should we...?"

"No." Qin Zhenzhen shook her head. "The little celestial master has already been lucky enough to agree to cure my grandfather's illness. How can we go to someone else?"

She glanced into the shop.

The fact that the three-year-old Taoist priest was a coincidence must be true.

Renbao looked up and out the window, sensing something.

Qin Zhenzhen happened to lower the carriage curtain, and their eyes met.

"What's wrong, Renbao?" Su Xuance followed Renbao's gaze and looked over, but apart from the crowd of people surrounding the shop, he didn't notice anything unusual.

Renbao sighed, resting his chin on his hand: "Daddy, there are so many people. I don't want to have my fortune told anymore."

Su Xuance patted her head: "Or shall Father take you back to the manor now?"

Renbao pouted, put his hands on his hips and looked at Su Xuance, "Daddy, Grandpa Wei said that one should keep one's word, and that it's a promise to count ten."

"Daddy was wrong, Daddy will be with you." Su Xuance looked at Renbao's tender little face, his eyes revealing pride. His Renbao was really amazing.

"My house is haunted. I beg you, young Taoist priest, to come and take a look."

The last fortune teller was a man in his twenties. He had dark circles under his eyes and a furrowed brow, looking as if his life force had been drained.

He tearfully recounted, "My entire family hasn't had a full night's sleep for three days."