"Something to eat?"

Faced with this question of Boss Yang, Monk Hua's heart moved for some reason.

Wait, I seem to have forgotten something, although the dishes in this small shop are delicious, it seems that the price is also very expensive......

What to eat?

Hua Donglai stood up and nodded at the head of the monk sitting in the small shop at the moment.

One, two, three, four......

As he counted, his face twitched violently, this person is just a spirit stone, and these people's accounts have to be paid by Lao Tzu in the end.

Now that Monk Hua thinks about it, he can't wait to slap his mouth like this, why did he bring these people to this black-hearted shop?

Isn't this unpleasant for yourself? Wouldn't it be good to find a casual restaurant to make do?

But now that things have developed to this extent, this Chinese monk can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Eight monks, with a total of nine mouths, one mouth is a ninth-order spirit stone, Monk Hua instantly felt that his little purse would be sucked dry by this black shop in the next moment.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, the new dish just launched by the small shop, tea eggs, good quality and low price, recommended by the owner, I heard that tea eggs and Yangchun noodles will be more suitable to eat together......"

Just when the Chinese monk was just about to grit his teeth and order, Yang Chen also saw the opportunity to lower his mouth and said the advertising words he had prepared in advance.

"Click!"

With such a sentence of Yang Chen's words coming out of his ears, Monk Hua felt that his heart was about to break the next moment.

Tea eggs?When will the new dishes come out?Why don't I know?

I don't know why, East China suddenly has a feeling of falling into the trap of this black-hearted boss.

Sneaking his eyes to look at the menu wall, this Hua monk instantly felt that his eyes were black, and he was about to fall to the ground if his legs were unstable.

What do I see? What's written on that menu wall?

A tea egg, an eighth-order spirit stone?

What about playing?

At this moment, Hua Donglai just wanted to touch his bald head, and then pointed to the nose of the black-hearted boss and asked him: Are your eggs made of gold?

Lao Tzu can sell a ninth-order spirit stone for a gold mountain, and your tea egg is more expensive than a gold mountain?

What did you tell me that tea eggs and Yangchun noodles are more compatible with eating together......

Don't you see the nine mouths here?

It's over, it seems that I am destined to come to East China today and will not be able to get out of this small shop.

"How about it? Masters, would you like to try it?"

Yang Chen's gaze directly chose to skip over this dead face of East China, and even set his eyes on a monk who could really call the shots here.

Monk who passed away.

I saw that this monk looked at Yang Chen's gaze, and it was only such a short moment, tea eggs, Yangchun noodles?

His old Buddhism is a great sect of cultivating immortals, after all, it is not comparable to those mundane temples, what meat precepts, the root of the color precepts does not exist, and who has not also said that wine and meat have worn through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart?

Not long ago, the monk went to attend the wedding ceremony of one of his junior brothers.

Are you still afraid of eating an egg?

"Okay, then serve all the dishes in your little shop, oh no, nine servings. ”

The monk blew his beard, it was rare to be happy today, and he didn't even bother to read the menu, in his heart, even if he ate all the dishes in this fly restaurant in turn, how much would it cost?

There is no ledger that cannot be solved by a single gold coin, and if there is, then two......

Looking at the appearance of this monk who is so open, even Yang Chen can't help but glance at this seemingly simple monk at this time, all the dishes in the small shop are served in nine portions?

How much does that cost?

Rich man!

Could it be that this is the legendary low-key local tyrant?

Is it true that the real rich are low-key?

"Please wait. ”

Yang Chen nodded at the group of monks, and then turned around and walked towards the acquaintances of the remaining two small shops.

"Uncle Pear, what to eat?"

"You kid tell me first, where did you get the things of the tea fragrant chicken family?"

Seeing this Yang Chen coming over, the pear butcher just put down the little lemon on his lap, a rare trace of seriousness appeared on his face, and asked Yang Chen in a low voice.

He originally thought that this Yang boy was just getting an egg to fool him, who knew that after eating two tea eggs from this small shop yesterday.

He was frightened, this majestic aura, the style of the egg, is indeed the unique symbol of the tea-fragrant chicken family.

This kid didn't fool himself?

The pear butcher suddenly had a bad premonition, where did this kid get this thing?

Fourth-order demon beast eggs, this thing may be something that ordinary monks have never seen in their lives, how can it be so endless in this Yang Chen's small shop?

He even had a moment of suspicion that this Yang kid had taken some crooked ways, but then he thought about it again, if any crooked way could get the things of this tea fragrant chicken family?

Do you want to mix the tea fragrant chicken on this Eastern Continent?

Isn't it possible that the whole clan has already been given a nest by the people of the Aoki Empire?

Originally, the pear butcher wanted to ask him this question yesterday, but this kid spent the whole day in the kitchen of this small shop cutting turnips.

The pear butcher didn't have time to wait for him, so he had to hold this question until now.

Faced with this problem of his own Uncle Li, Yang Chen was also a big head for a while.

His biggest headache is how to explain the origin of the ingredients in his small shop.

If this question is asked by a stranger, then you can just mess around.

However, this time it was Uncle Li, who was personally taking him to participate in the spiritual root test, and he knew that he didn't have any cultivation talent at all.

Where did you get the fourth-order tea-flavored eggs?

How to explain it?

When Yang Chen thought of this, he suddenly became a head or two.

"Well, that, these ingredients are all a friend of mine, and he supplied them to me, don't worry, Uncle Li, the source of these ingredients in the small shop is absolutely regular. ”

Yang Chen was silent for a long time, and in the end, he could only casually pull out such a non-existent cow break friend to fool him for the time being.

As for the future, what's left to him.

Listening to this Yang boy's answer, the pear butcher only glanced at the latter so deeply, and then didn't say anything.

Everyone has their own secret secrets.

Based on his understanding of Yang Chen's kid for so many years, although this kid has some little evil in his bones, he is definitely not a big evil person.

So the pear butcher didn't doubt at all that his whole cheap big nephew was going to do anything bad.

Besides, even if the tea-fragrant eggs were really stolen or stolen from those chickens by this kid, so what?

It's just a fourth-order and fifth-order spirit beast, even if those miscellaneous chickens dispatch the whole clan and dare to touch his nephew Li Yuanqing, they must first see if their fists are hard enough.

As long as these miscellaneous chickens dare to come to trouble this Yang boy, even if it is for the sake of Xiao Mengmeng's face, Li Yuanqing will not stand idly by.

It's a big deal, just slap it to death.

After all, back then, when he was young, he seemed to have a terrifying nickname when he was young.

What does it seem to be called, Hachikaze, Ghost Hand?

That's right, the Eight Winds Ghost Hand, Pear Yuanqing!