The next day.

When he woke up sleepyly, he saw his sitting posture clearly. Tang Xia was a little stunned and a little scared.

It's not that I'm a TV guy.

Why did I start practicing unknowingly after drinking the soup last night? Looking at the sun rising outside the window, I obviously practiced all night.

Slowly, is his condition considered practicing for a night or sleeping for a night?

Having said that, he got off the sofa without any discomfort, but was wonderful. He jumped a little, his steps were light, and his hands almost touched the ceiling.

At the same time, a stream of energy in the body slowly circulates, like the arrow path drawn in simple squares. Every time you turn it, a trace of unusual comfort is reflected.

Is that mental method really useful, and bad fake medicines are also useful?

I vaguely remember that I finally drank two bottles last night. I obviously felt like I was burning with one drop before.

Could it be...

Could it be that the pig's trotters play a role? Is oral liquid able to be neutralized by pig's trotters? So it's okay to pour so much later. Today, I'm fine. I went out to buy more pig's trotters and tasted them. The main reason was that the pig's trotters and lotus root soup mixed with oral liquid last night really made him feel it.

When he thought about it, he acted immediately. Tang Xia always had strict requirements on food.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he went to the front room to take a look.

The only guest at the inn had no intention of checking out, and no one answered when knocking on the door. I thought I had gone out.

As usual, Bami didn't come to help. If he had something to do, he would ask the owner of the fruit stall next to him to take care of him.

In fact, there is no need. Since the film and television city was renovated, few people have come here to visit this month. However, the fruit stall at the entrance is doing neighborhood business, and it is still lukewarm. After getting familiar with it, there are even a few times when the fruit stall helps customers to check in.

A few dozen meters away from Tangmen Inn, there is a fresh vegetable shop. Tang Xia has been there once and it is blacklisted. Not only is the price inflated, but the things are not new, and the quality is much different from the one he requires.

As a veteran foodie, he doesn’t care about ingredients, and he just plays with chickens and doesn’t make Voldemort.

Therefore, he would rather ride a small motorcycle to Bubugao Supermarket two miles away to buy groceries.

Of course, the best option is the peach blossom vegetable market that he is now a few kilometers away. Not only is there a wide variety, but you can often buy excellent ingredients.

For example, the aunt's pig's trotter at the meat stall in the corner of the market often keeps her front hoof for the old customers, or the front hoof of a pig running in the mountains.

Today I was very lucky to buy all the six pig trotters I had left. When I paid, he wanted to deduct the meat-selling aunt's eyes. What kind of eyes are he? Is he the one who can eat so many pig trotters in one meal? This is the amount of reserved two meals.

I picked up the best ginger, garlic and onion to buy. The two elders left a mess to travel around the world, so I still left enough living expenses for him, otherwise I would not be able to maintain the Air Inn until now.

When Tang Xia thought of the deliciousness of the pig's trotter soup last night, she felt that she was working hard and her smile on her face was so bright that she couldn't fade away. This made the owners and ladies of the vegetable stalls that she often visited were also extremely enthusiastic.

"Oh~ Xiao Tang is here, come and see the plum blossoms I have left here, which are better than Old Jiang's..."

"Young man came so early today. Hurry up. Today, the tall bamboo shoots were transported by air, not more than ten kilograms."

"Tang Xia, don't listen to Lao Sun's nonsense. Gao Zuan was just thrown down from the car. I dare to say that he is air-cargo! Let's take a look at my air-cargot."

"Xiao Tang, what happy event happened today? You're going to be a friend. You have to buy a big lobster and go back..."

...

There is no way, if you have a good relationship with others, you will be so popular, especially foodies with good relationships.

Tang Xia kept a brighter smile and went to the open-air parking lot by buying good ingredients.

"Fatty, stop me."

It's just a failure!

I have grown a little flesh in the past year, and at most I have gained a little bit of weight. Some people dare to touch the reverse scale. I can tolerate this bad temper, but it’s so far away!

A big man over 1.8 meters tall, with so much strong flesh on his body, he was afraid of being fooled, and he was waiting for this time.

He threw the vegetables he bought into the trunk of the motorcycle, and Tang Xia held them with both hands, frowned and turned his face.

OK.

Bear with it.

A few young people who were qualified to participate in the city basketball game were dressed very socially, and one of them was carrying a stick in the middle. Tang Xia decided to take a step back and the sky was wide open.

The vegetable market is considered a suburb, with complex product flow and gangsters who do nothing to cause trouble everywhere.

"You try to say it again! Come here, give me this, let's forget about this today."

What?

Tang Xia turned around again and saw clearly that several gangsters were surrounding a fourteen-five-year-old monk.

To put it hypocritically, the little monk is very fat, much fatter than him, but with his round face with beautiful eyes, it is very harmonious.

"This is what Master has given to me. I will not take it away." The little monk held a golden copper bowl like a show-off, and said righteously, "The master said that monks do not lie, and the donors are really suffering from blood today, really."

"You're looking for shit!" A gangster wearing a flower jacket beside him shouted, "The boss said he asked you to bring that, did you hear it? If you talk a little longer, I'll let you see the bloody disaster today."

I think these people are well-known near the vegetable market. When they hear the shouts, the people watching from afar began to disperse.

When he met such a straightforward little monk, Tang Xia was powerless to help. He secretly took out his cell phone. Before he started dialing, he heard a "ding" sound in his mind, "Side mission: block the strong and help the weak, and avoid the weak and the weak from being hurt."

No, no, no!

Looking at the side missions that were drawn out on the screen in my mind, Tang Xia's face turned blue.

Compared to these strong brothers, he is also very weak. To stop the strong and help the weak? That is one of the "weak and hurt", okay?

"Wait a minute, stop, I'll call the police if I do something random." Seeing that Hua's gown was about to hold the little monk's collar, Tang Xia hurriedly raised his phone. No matter how fat he was, he was still a minor monk.

"The angry value from Zhang Erhu is 1"

"The angry value from Xiaomao is 1"

What! Tang Xia counted carefully.

The five gangsters only produced two anger points, which well demonstrated the discrimination against their own strength.

The first person who was the first to shout at the beginning turned around when he heard the sound. He pinched the cigarette box in his hand and walked towards him with a smile, "Oh~ There is a big fat here. I can't tell that the sense of justice is quite strong. Are you Iron Man or Pancake Man? Do you want to give a good citizen award?"

"I'm really calling." Tang Xia pressed the screen of the mobile phone and saw the golden chain suddenly rushing to grab the mobile phone in two steps. He hurriedly blocked it and hid behind the motorcycle.

Behind me, quiet.

Tang Xia, who was puzzled by the situation, turned around and found that the gangsters not far away were dumbfounded.

As for the people, following the sights, they saw the golden chain lying on the ground two meters away, and they twisted their bodies with a painful expression.

What's going on?!

"What's wrong with you?" The little monk threw away the flower gown and rushed over with a ferocious expression.

Tang Xia picked up the ten kilograms of bamboo shoots in the trunk and threw them over.
Chapter completed!