Regarding Wang Xiaolai's kindness, Su Bailuo waved his hand and shook his head: "No, this is good, just let him go out for a run, when will he lose his heart, so that he can calm down and live his life carefully." ”

Wang Xiaolai snorted: "Sister Su, you can really see it." ”

Hearing this, Su Bailuo sighed: "How can you do it if you don't see it, little people, isn't this how you comfort yourself to live, Brother Wang, you say yes." ”

Listening to Su Bailuo's words, Wang Xiaolai just smiled.

"I haven't smelled this fragrance for many years, let me guess, the shopkeeper must be a woman, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make such a careful dish."

At this moment, an elderly voice came from outside.

As soon as Su Bailuo turned around, he saw two monks, one old and one young, standing at the door, the old monk had a gray beard, and the robe on his body was covered with a thick layer of oil.

"Master, you're here."

Seeing that there were guests, Su Bailuo hurriedly said politely.

The old monk looked at Su Bailuo with a smile, turned around and showed off to his little apprentice: "How is it, is what the master said right?" ”

The little novice didn't bother to deal with the old monk, but bowed his head and bowed apologetically, and called out to the donor.

Seeing this, Su Bailuo hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Two masters, please inside." ”

As he spoke, he led the two monks to the table next to Wang Xiaolai.

The old monk is still talking poorly: "Female donor, your skills are not low, it stands to reason that there should be a full house, why are there only a few people?" ”

Su Bailuo sighed: "Master, don't make fun of me, my craft, that is, making a home-cooked meal, how can it be called low." ”

The old monk shook his head: "No, no, no, the poor monk smells in the smell of this dish, donor, you are a person who is concerned about making these good dishes." ”

Su Bailuo instantly blushed when he heard this.

The old monk said unashamedly: "Speaking of which, I haven't smelled this smell for twenty or thirty years, and last time, it was a man named Li Baiyi, which opened the eyes of the poor monk, and it turned out that there are really people in the world who can cook with love." ”

Su Bailuo was not ashamed: "Master, what can you eat?" ”

The old monk raised his head: "Girl, you really don't know the poor monk?" ”

In a word, Su Bailuo was stunned, and stared at the old monk for a long time: "Familiar, familiar." ”

The old monk smiled: "Sixteen years ago, those two copper plates? Do you remember the girl? ”

In a word, he directly woke up Su Bailuo: "Which master are you who told me fortune!" ”

The old monk nodded with a smile: "That's right, it's the poor monk." ”

Su Bailuo sighed, but didn't speak, the old monk looked his head forward: "What kind of girl, is the poor monk accurate?" ”

Su Bailuo: "···"

How to say this, you can be sure, it's a bit too decisive. You can't tell, but it doesn't sound like gibberish.

So much so that Su Bailuo bowed his head in embarrassment and laughed wryly.

The old monk didn't continue to say this, but said: "The old past, let's not talk about it first, girl, what are the best dishes, how about cooking some first?" ”

Su Bailuo was a little embarrassed: "Master, there are specialty dishes, but they are all southern fried meatballs, sea three fresh, white chopped chicken, roast goose, you..."

The old monk asked, "These are all vegetarian, right?" ”

Su Bailuo: "No, it's all meat..."

Before Su Bailuo finished speaking, the old monk directly interrupted her: "Oh, oh, oh, the vegetarian is good, the vegetarian is good, the poor monk is a monk, so he has to eat a vegetarian." ”

Su Bailuo had a skeptical expression: "··· Did I not make it clear? ”

"Girl, go and prepare, I've been running for a long time, and I'm dying of hunger." The old monk said.

At this time, the little novice next to him stood up, folded his hands and said Amitabha: "Donor, the family teacher cultivates Zen of the heart, and he is not taboo, please don't be surprised." ”

The corners of Su Bailuo's mouth twitched and nodded.

"By the way, girl, if you have wine, give me some too." The old monk still didn't forget to say.

Su Bailuo agreed and went to the back kitchen.

Wang Xiaolai watched all this happen, the more he looked at the old monk, the more interesting it became, and his heart said that it was strange, the monk who eats meat and drinks wine has seen a lot in film and television dramas, but looking at it face to face, there are really few of them.

So much so that he forgot to eat, so he stared at the old monk.

The old monk also noticed that Wang Xiaolai was looking at him, so he turned his head and grinned at Wang Xiaolai.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaolai also smiled slightly, which was regarded as a return of the gift.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Su Bailuo brought the food ordered by the old monk, and of course, he didn't forget to remind the monk that these were all meat.

But the old monk didn't take it seriously at all, and when Su Bailuo said it, he had already picked up a ball and threw it into his mouth.

"Well, when I didn't say anything." Su Bailuo patted his head and said.

It can be seen that Su Bailuo's attitude towards this old monk who had told his fortune at the beginning was still very good.

It was the old monk who kept glancing at Wang Xiaolai when he was eating, and in the end, Wang Xiaolai, who was watching, couldn't help but ask the old monk: "Master, is there something wrong with you?" ”

The old monk opened his mouth and said: "Donor, the poor monk looks at your complexion, sees the white clouds covering the top, and the purple gas covers his eyebrows, think about it, the donor should be a rich and noble person." ”

Wang Xiaolai smiled: "Master, you are laughing." ”

The old monk only had his hand: "No, no, no, no joke, the poor monk is also a person who has seen the world, looking at the material of the clothes on the donor, he knows that the donor is not a mortal." ”

In a word, the corners of Wang Xiaolai's mouth twitched, and he suddenly realized that the white clouds covered the top and the purple qi covered his eyebrows, which he said before, were all nonsense.

After all, isn't it the robe woven of cloud brocade on his body that made the old monk look at it a few more times.

"Ahem, that master, you have a good eye." Wang Xiaolai didn't know what to say, only the Tao.

The old monk grinned: "Donor, seeing that the two of us are also destined, why don't you invite me to sit down?" ”

Wang Xiaolai said in his heart that I don't know you either, invite you, are you embarrassed to come?

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Xiaolai was polite, took the old monk and ran over, and did not forget to let the apprentice bring all the wine and meat he ordered.

The old monk was not taboo, but the little novice was not, standing in place, holding a bowl of vegetarian noodles, and he was embarrassed.

It was Wang Xiaolai who opened his mouth and asked Hongxiang to come over to help, with Su Bailuo's helper, so he made two tables together.

Sitting opposite Wang Xiaolai, the old monk stared at the cloud brocade robe on Wang Xiaolai's body and smiled: "To be honest, the poor monk has not seen ordinary people wearing clothes of this material for many years, in other words, the donor should not be an ordinary person." ”

Wang Xiaolai's heart moved, and he felt that the old monk meant something.

"Master, what do you mean!" Wang Xiaolai asked.

The old monk waved his hand and smiled: "It's nothing, it's nothing, let the poor monk guess the identity of the donor." ”

Wang Xiaolai just looked at him like this.

"There is a strange person in Daxing City, who built a refugee resettlement place, fought the Qingzhou Party, and made rice paper. Support Suizhu to be the queen of Silla, burn the military camp, get acquainted with Luan Chengping, build the Echo Valley, trade with the mountain barbarians, and set up a water and land dojo, of course, this has not yet begun. ”

The old monk said a lot, and narrowed Wang Xiao's eyes, this old monk, tell his deeds so clearly, is it possible...

"Judging from all of the above, as the Son of Heaven, it is reasonable to reward this person with a cloud brocade robe, right?" The old monk asked Wang Xiaolai directly.

Wang Xiaolai is not a fool, at this time, he has already guessed the identity of the old monk, at the moment, stood up, arched his hands and hugged his fist at the old monk: "The Zen master is here, he can't meet him far away, forgive his sins, forgive his sins." ”

Seeing this, Monk Yuankong pursed his lips disdainfully: "The poor monk still thought that the person who did these strange things would be a strange person, but he never thought that he was also a layman in the end." ”

Monk Yuankong's words made Wang Xiaolai a little unintelligible, is this praising himself, or scolding himself? You make it clear, old man.

It seemed that he could see at a glance what Wang Xiaolai was thinking, and the Yuankong monk smiled: "The donor won't be scolding the poor monk in his heart, right?" ”

Wang Xiaolai hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, Zen master, you are too worried, I am a vulgar person who is greedy for money and lust, and you are not wrong, why should I scold you?" ”

said so, but Wang Xiaolai still wondered in his heart, this old bald donkey, can he see through what he is thinking?