As the number of steamed buns taken out by the Ye family became larger and larger, the shouts of the audience in front of the chef's steamed bun shop gradually became smaller and smaller......

One hundred and eleven ......

One hundred and twelve......

One hundred and thirteen ......

......

The public chef was silent, and the onlookers were silent, and they all turned their eyes to the Ye family's young man, who was constantly pulling out buns from his sleeve robe.

At this time, everyone followed the movements of the Ye family's young man's hand, silently counting the number of buns in their hearts, and at the same time was stunned and said in amazement:

How many pockets did the Ye family sew into his sleeves?!

In order to steal the buns, the Ye family has taken a lot of painstaking efforts!

......

One hundred and twenty-one ......

One hundred and twenty-two......

One hundred and twenty-three......

......

Wu Zijian stood close to the Ye family, thinking about the number of buns in the cauldron.

Although he had long known how many buns there were in the Ye family's robe, when he looked at the big pot full of buns under his feet, he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart at this time.

The reason why Wu Zijian is talented is that he dares to let go of his stomach in the bun shop and eat a lot.

It's all because when he was still at the gate of the chef before, the giant egg used his divine sense to sweep over the Ye family's young man and told him that there were one hundred and thirty-three buns in the Ye family's young man's robe!

Since Wu Zijian has determined the number of buns on the Ye family, and he thinks that even if he eats him, he won't be able to eat more than a hundred buns, it is because he just now dares to enjoy this steamed bun feast without a head and brain.

At this time, the Ye family paused slightly.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead and temples with his sleeve, and then continued to take out the buns from his sleeves into the pot:

One hundred and thirty ......

One hundred and thirty-one ......

One hundred and thirty-two ......

All the time silently, with the movements of the Ye family's hand, Wu Zijian, who counted the buns, counted the buns when he counted the one hundred and thirty-second buns.

He finally spoke, and suddenly said to the Ye family master who was squatting on the edge of the pot and sweating profusely:

"Stop!"

Although the Ye family didn't understand what Wu Zijian's sentence 'snorting!' meant, the 'stop' that came out of Wu Zijian's mouth was heard clearly and clearly by him.

When Wu Zijian bent down and took away the big pot full of steamed buns in front of the Ye family's young man, he went to the master of the steamed bun shop to return the eighty steamed buns that he had eaten.

The Ye family still squatted in place, still not coming back to their senses.

His hand, which had reached into the sleeve robe and firmly grasped the sleeve pocket, and the last bun suddenly froze in the sleeve robe with a slight tremble......

Zixuan, who was standing in the crowd, after seeing that the Ye family had stolen so many buns, she glared at the Ye family with frost on her face and snorted angrily and said:

"Big bastard!"

"Big bad!"

"Big rotten egg!"

“......”

The giant egg listened to these insulting words in Zixuan's mouth, and it twisted the body of the egg in Zixuan's arms dissatisfied.

After Zi Xuan noticed the movement of the giant egg in her arms, she was a little surprised.

But the giant egg is Wu Zijian's thing, out of trust in Wu Zijian, Zixuan's heart is not very afraid of this giant egg suddenly shaking.

So she carefully stretched out her little white hand, stroked the eggshell, and whispered softly to soothe the egg, saying:

"People aren't talking about you......"

"People are talking about the bad guy who stole the buns over there......"

In the crowd of onlookers, not only the innocent Zixuan couldn't see that the Ye family had stolen so many buns.

There was the bright and upright person in the crowd, and at this moment he was also as indignant as Zixuan:

"He stole such a big pot of steamed buns, won't anyone punish him?!"

Those in the crowd who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement immediately responded to this humanity after hearing the sound:

“...... That's it!"

"Cure him!"

“......”

People were angry, commenting on the crime of the Ye family, and on the other hand, they all looked at the inner disciple who had revealed his identity as a law enforcement disciple before, intentionally or unintentionally.

The inner gate law enforcement disciple, after feeling the burning eyes of everyone, he explained to the people around him with some curtle:

"In the rules of the Lingchu Academy, there is no charge of stealing......

When everyone heard that even the law enforcement disciples said that this Ye family was young and small, and stealing buns was not enough to commit a crime, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in their hearts.

As a result, people complained unwillingly:

“...... You know, in our hometown, if anyone steals 132 buns, he will go to jail if he is caught!"

“...... If you steal more than 100 buns in our place, you will not only go to prison, but also be exiled to the Desperate Realm!"

“...... You guys are nothing, in my hometown, let alone stealing more than a hundred buns, even if you only steal one bun, even if you have the foundation cultivation, once you are caught, you will end up dead!"

“...... I'm afraid what the junior brother said is a bit too outrageous, right? How could a monk who built a foundation steal buns?"

"Senior brother, are you more serious, aren't you? Senior brother, I just want to express the meaning that my hometown must strictly enforce the law and prosecute those who violate the law......

“...... In this way, it is still my spiritual beginner palace who is generous and happy, generous and benevolent......"

“...... Thou hast spoken a great ......"

Although everyone in the audience is venting all kinds of dissatisfaction in this way and that, but the rules are the rules, and the regulations that have been circulated in the Lingchu School Palace for thousands of years, how can they put their beaks in the public kitchen?

Wu Zijian poured the buns out of the pot, counted eighty, and returned them to the master of the bun shop.

He divided the remaining buns into thirty and twenty-two piles, and packed them with lotus leaves, and then carried them and walked in front of Zixuan and Xu Shuanglu.

Seeing Wu Zijian coming back, Zixuan hugged Dandan, and hurriedly greeted him happily.

Zixuan excitedly said to Wu Zijian, chattering non-stop:

“...... Brother Da Skill, when you ate so many steamed buns at the beginning, people were still a little worried, thinking that if you couldn't change it, and the three of us didn't have enough money to pay for the buns, what should we do then......"

“...... However, people didn't expect that Brother Da Skill would be so powerful......"

“...... Brother Big Skill, how did you know that there would be more than a hundred buns on that bad guy......"

Wu Zijian smiled and handed the slightly larger lotus qiong leaf bag to Zixuan:

"There are a lot of people here, I'll talk to you and Shuanglu later. ”

"Thirty buns, brother didn't lie to you, take it!"

Zixuan didn't want to take Wu Zijian's buns, nor did she want to refuse Wu Zijian's kindness, just as she was hesitating, the inner door law enforcement disciple who had revealed his identity before suddenly shouted to the crowd of onlookers:

“...... It is forbidden to gather crowds in the public kitchen canteen, don't put this together to join in the fun!"

“...... What should you do, what are you going to do......"

"Disperse, disperse!"

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