Zhou Ruo glared at Chen Ao, knowing that Chen Ao was in trouble, and waved to Chun'er: "Chun'er, come to me."

Chun'er said oh, reluctantly. Zhou Ruo wanted to draw a clear line with Shen Ao, and offended the two Zen masters. Chen Ao continued to read the painting as if nothing had happened. When Zhou Ruo and Chun'er were drinking tea, they couldn't help but follow the fragrance of the tea and said with a smile: "Is this tea really so delicious? Let's try it." A cup filled the teapot. After a sip, a slight astringent feeling at the tip of their tongues. As soon as the astringent feeling passed, the strong fragrance remained between their mouths and mouths, and all the bones became comfortable.

"Good tea, monks still lack the heat when writing and painting, but the skill of making tea in hand is incredible." Chen Ao praised and went to eat the pastry again. The pastry was sweet but not greasy and very refreshing. Drink it with this tea, and it doesn't feel greasy and comfortable.

Although Chen Ao didn't eat more, it was common for him to sleep in the open when he was hiding from the Interpol to avoid the pursuit of the rush. A canned food or even a steamed bun was enough to fill his stomach. After tasting the tea and pastries, I realized that there are really experts in cooking and tea ceremony in the world. The same ingredients and tea leaves are different, and different people make them different.

The chefs in their previous lives seemed very skilled, but in fact they paid more attention to ingredients. When dozens of seasonings were put in, the color, fragrance and smell were also revealed. But in this era, it was rare to be able to cook such pastries and cook such good tea.

"If there were such a famous chef and tea ceremony master in Suiya Mountain Room, wouldn't it be another gimmick? What a pity, these two people are bald monks, otherwise they would have to be hired no matter what." Chen Ao was slightly annoyed, and Zhou Ruo ignored him with a cold face, and even Chun'er dared not talk to him. He had to sit in a depressed manner, thinking about his thoughts.

The little novice monk came back, but did not come in, just poking his head outside the door. Chen Ao was a little angry. Why didn't the little novice monk come to call someone yet? So he shouted: "What are you looking at? Haven't your master and uncle come yet?"

The little novice monk poked his head out of his head without being outdone and said, "What's the name? They'll come soon. I'll see if you have escaped."

Chen Ao pulled out the paper fan from his waist, shook it leisurely, and smiled at the little shakimi: "I'm afraid that your master and uncle will not dare to come."

The little shaman was anxious and clenched his fists to hit someone, saying, "Who said they dare not come? If you have the ability, don't escape."

"Wow, the little pilled child dares to blow his fists at the book. Well, the adults don't care about villains, and they don't care about him." Chen Ao smiled and looked at the little novice monk provocatively: "I won't run away, I'll wait for your master and uncle to come."

Zhou Ruo whispered with a smile: "Be careful, this little novice monk is a monk who knows how to fist and kick, and two big men are not close to each other."

Chen Ao was stunned and lowered his voice, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" He felt a little guilty. It turned out that the monks here were not simple, and they might even hit people like this. Wow, this book requires literary attacks and not martial arts. It seems that the words cannot be so arrogant. You should be low-key and don't annoy them. You will be beaten.

Zhou Ruo gloomy smiled: "Who told you to cause trouble everywhere?"

Chen Ao ignored Zhou Ruo, waved to the little novice monk, and said gently and happily: "Little monk, come here."

The little novice monk hesitated for a moment, walked over and said, "What are you going to do?"

Chen Ao touched his bald head and sighed: "How old is the little monk? What's the name? Wow, you are so cute, your master must love you very much."

The attack of the sugar-coated shells was very effective, and the little novice monk's hostility was reduced, and he replied: "My name is Shi Xiaohu, I was picked up by my master, and of course my master loves me."

The little novice monk's head was thorny, and it felt very touching, and he smiled with a humble and proud smile: "Shi Xiaohu, this name is good. It's great that you can protect your master like this. You did the right thing. You will be a teacher for life and a father for a lifetime. This is filial piety. If you can do this, it means that your child is very caring, has a sense of justice, and has a correct view of the three views. Come on, I'll show you something."

He held the fan and said, "Look." He shook the fan hard, and the fan bone was painted as a white image passing by the eyes of the novice monk like a meteor.

In an instant, the fan disappeared.

Shi Xiaohu was a teenager's heart. He quickly wiped his eyes and looked around: "Where is the fan?"

Chen Ao was very proud of dealing with children, especially such violent teenagers who could do kung fu, and said, "I'm gone."

Shi Xiaohu didn't believe it: "It must be hidden on you, yes, you rolled it into your sleeve."

Chen Ao rolled up his sleeves and asked him to see: "If you don't have it on me, you can look for it again."

Shi Xiaohu was intrigued and searched everywhere, but couldn't find it. He became intimate with Chen Ao: "Donor, where did the fan go? What kind of skill are you doing? It's amazing."

Chen Ao glanced at Zhou Ruo proudly and said to the little shaman: "On that big sister."

Zhou Ruo was stunned for a moment and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, hey, little monk, what are you doing?" Zhou Ruo was so scared that he was shy. It turned out that Shi Xiaohu rushed over and rolled up Zhou Ruo's sleeves to find a fan. Zhou Ruo's jade hands were exposed, and his thin white forearms were very pleasing to the eye.

Pushing Shi Xiaohu away, Zhou Ruo wanted to stamp his feet and said, "Come here again, come here again, I will teach your master to deal with you, you fickle monk."

Shi Xiaohu said treacherously: "I'm looking for a fan." He grew up in a temple since he was a child and was young. His masters and uncles would definitely not mention the matter between men and women. How could he know that Zhou Ruo is afraid of this?

Zhou Ruohu shouted at Chen Ao with his face: "Chen Ao..."

Miss Zhou was angry, and the consequences were very serious. She was revenged by Chen Ao, which hurt her self-esteem. Besides, she was a person with a cleanliness, and was ashamed and angry as she wanted to remove Chen Ao from the top.

Chen Ao stopped laughing, and he joked a little too much, and something happened again. When he shook his hand in the air, the fan came out and said to Shi Xiaohu: "The fan is here, monk Xiaohu, you are too reckless. Can women touch it randomly?"

Shi Xiaohu said with confidence: "Why can't women touch randomly?"

"Wow..." Chen Ao admired the little monk and was so impressed by the little monk. He was so righteous and had such a personality. He quickly said, "Okay, you can touch it randomly, but I can't. You are a monk, and color is empty, so touching is empty, and you are touching it randomly, and you are air and nothing."

Chen Ao said a fallacy for a while, and secretly looked at Zhou Ruo from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Zhou Ruo was really angry, although Shi Xiaohu was a child, Miss Zhou was still unwilling to accept it. Chen Ao was all caused by this right and wrong. Miss Zhou suffered a loss and could not give up easily.

Shi Xiaohu tilted his head and thought for a while: "Can you teach me the trick of changing a fan?"

Chen Ao shook his head: "I won't teach you, this is the guy I eat, just like you monks. Begging for alms is the guy you eat. Can you teach others? I teach you everyone to beg for alms, and you monks will starve to death."

Shi Xiaohu heard a lot of truths today, and he couldn't digest them for a while. He was about to ask Chen Ao how to use his fan to make a living, but someone in the back of his head proclaimed the Buddhist chant and said, "Is the donor polite, and the donor also knows how to write and paint?"

It's the master who is here.

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After looking at it, I found that many people gave rewards and voted for evaluation, and some friends also gave recommendation votes. I was very moved. Today, I will repay everyone with three chapters. Tiger is just a newcomer, and he has enough motivation to get the support of so many book friends.
Chapter completed!