When Zhen Ziyao heard that she asked, she immediately said with a smile: "I want to eat the drunken chicken from Tianran Curie!"

Yan Qingrui couldn't stand it and said, "Damn you are a monk, not a weasel!" What chicken to eat?

Zhen Zi Yao said: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

Well, she was defeated.

She stood up and walked out.

Zhen Zi Yao said: "Where to go?"

Yan Qingrui gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Tianranju!"

Fortunately, there were not many tea guests at this time, otherwise, such an incongruous monk would attract many people to look at him.

Fortunately, she is dressed as a black boy, otherwise the scene would be even more inconsistent.

This place is two streets away from Tianranju, not far away. When Yan Qingrui walked into Tianranju's elegant room, her face was still very bad. What made her even more disappointed was that when the waiter came over to ask for what dishes to order, Zhen Ziyao looked like a master monk with his face, and said, "Mencius should not be involved in meat, just serve two vegetarian dishes casually. For the others, please ask this donor!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She really wanted to order two vegetarian dishes and asked him to pretend.

However, when he thought of ordering two vegetarian dishes, he must have made various excuses and said to the waiter in compromise: "One good banquet is served, and two servings of the drunk chicken!"

The waiter went down, Zhen Ziyao was drinking tea leisurely. Seeing Yan Qingrui's contemptuous eyes, Zhen Ziyao said with satisfaction: "Although the monks are empty, wine and meat pass through their intestines, and the Buddha sits in their hearts, they still have to pay attention to some image. What kind of eyes are you? Monk, I came here thousands of miles away, and finally met someone I know. If you look at the monk like this, can your conscience be acceptable?"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

As the number one restaurant in Guzhou, Tianranju is still very efficient. After a while, the banquet was on the table. The drunkard chicken that Zhen Ziyao asked for was also arrived. The portions were quite large and fragrant, and it looked delicious.

Zhen Ziyao immediately moved two drunken chickens to him, tore off one chicken leg and started gnawing.

Yan Qingrui looked away.

This monk is helpless when he doesn't speak.

It’s really a sight to see the immortal spirit from a distance, but it’s a terrible sight to see it from close up.

These two drunken chickens alone had to eat him. The banquet table was enough for ten people to eat, but it was a waste of time.

However, Yan Qingrui soon found out that she was wrong, and she was outrageously wrong.

After eating a drunken chicken, Zhen Ziyao smashed the oily mouth, picked up the chopsticks and started eating. His movements were quite elegant. While eating, he greeted him gracefully: "Why don't you eat? Will the black powder on your face fall off when you eat? Those black powder will fall off when it falls off. It's not a good thing anyway!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

Zhen Zi Yao picked up a piece of bright and chubby red meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it so much that his mouth was full of oil. While eating, he said, "Do you know what I am most proud of monk? It's just this skin, you won't be fat no matter how you eat it. If the monk is a woman, it's the face of an angel and the figure of a devil!"

Yan Qingrui said: "Where are you from?"

Zhen Zi Yao said: "From the same place as you!"

Yan Qingrui was shocked and said, "You are from..."
Chapter completed!