Five thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight chapters take care of the wounded
Xiaoya and his friends walked into the kitchen and walked out with a steaming plate. The little monk followed behind the people, carefully carrying a large pot of braised pork and ribs with both hands. He walked out while trying hard as he walked.
He sucked the fragrance coming out in front of him and muttered: "It's so... so delicious. Master Nian Ci's cooking is so delicious!"
Wan Lin saw that the boy was carrying such a large pot of stewed meat, he hurried over and said, "Jingheng, don't fall, give it to me." The little monk quickly raised his head and looked at Wan Lin and said, "Wan... Master
Brother, I... I like to serve rice and food. I am happy when I see something delicious. Don't worry, even if I throw it, I won't let this pot of meat sprinkle...
come out."
The boy said that, he had already walked to the dining table with a meat basin. He carefully placed the basin on the table. He followed Wan Lin and the others and said, "I... I'll give the baby brother and the others again.
The wounded serve the food, you... don't worry, I... I'll do it alone."
The little monk ran into the kitchen again and then walked out with a small bamboo table. There were several plates of green vegetables on the table. He moved the small table and walked carefully to the wounded.
The boy placed the small table in front of Zhang Wa and the others, then stood up and said, "Wa...Senior Brother Wa, you are the wounded, don't...don't move, you just eat on this small...table table
,I...I'll go and get you steamed buns, it's just out of the pot, it smells fragrant...it's fragrant." The boy then ran to the kitchen again.
At this time, Zhang Wa, Yuwen Feng and Kong Dazhuang, who were sitting on the bamboo chair, stared at the dishes of vegetables on the small table in front of them. Dazhuang stretched out his neck and looked at the big round table next to him.
He then shouted to the little monk in a muffled voice: "Little monk, you guys stop with me!"
The little monk stopped quickly, turned his head and looked at Kong Dazhuang and asked, "Senior Brother Dazhuang, is there anything...is it?" Dazhuang raised his right hand and pointed to the steaming stewed meat and stewed pork ribs on the big round table next to him and shouted:
"What's going on? There's wine and meat on your table, why are there vegetables on our table?"
When the little monk heard Da Zhuang's question, he stared at him and replied seriously: "Senior Brother Da Zhuang, you... are all wounded, I... I take care of your wounded. I... my master said
I'm injured and eat light food. Just now I'm reciting... Master Ci said so, you... you should eat less meat. Don't worry, I... I'll help you eat your meat, wine...
...I will also help you drink wine, no...it won't be wasted!"
Before the boy finished speaking, a large and small voice sounded in the yard. Zhang Wa, Yuwen Feng and Kong Dazhuang were so angry that they picked up the chopsticks on the table and threw them at the boy: "Why should you help us eat our meat?!
Who asked you to help us drink? This brat, is there anyone who takes care of the wounded like this!"
Amid the shouts of several people, a laughter was already heard in the courtyard. Master Nianci and Ling Yu walked out of the kitchen with two plates of bacon and sausages. The master looked at Zhang Wa and the others and smiled: "Everyone."
Brother, don’t worry, you can have something to eat.”
She then looked at the little monk and smiled, "You silly boy, Poon Ni just said, let your baby brother and others eat lighter, who asked you to serve them all vegetarian dishes?"
Amid the laughter of everyone, the little monk flew up and down with his hands, and put the chopsticks flying from the air into his hands in a few "pah" and he looked at Master Nian Ci and Ling Yu and shouted anxiously: "Master...
…Too, Lingyu, that bacon is very delicious. You... leave more for me. The baby brother and the others are all... injured, so you can't eat meat."
Seeing the boy's anxious look, Ling Yu smiled and replied, "Senior Brother Jingheng, don't worry. Grandpa has a lot of bacon here, enough for you to eat, so you can give it to the baby brother and the others."
When the little monk heard Ling Yu say that there was still too much, he smiled and said, "Hehe, then give them some food." He then defended himself, "Actually, it's not me...I want to eat,
Yes... it's my master told me before that you shouldn't eat too much meat after being injured."
When Zhang Wa heard the boy's scream, he stared at him and cursed with a smile: "Boy, just your way of eating, your master can't let you eat more."
At this time, the three old men walked towards the table with a smile. The old man from the Wan family looked at the little monk's method of catching the chopsticks. He looked at Wan Lin and asked, "Lin'er, this kid's hidden weapon skills are good, right? This guy's hand-held pickup
The kung fu of hidden weapons is extraordinary.”
"That's right. This kid's dart skills are very similar to the flying knife technique in Feng Dao's hand. Feng Dao's great-grandfather used the sword technique of the Feng family to exchange for the internal skills of the Supernatural Temple. Master Changtian was the Jiang Feng family.
The flying knife technique is integrated into the dart technique of their Supernatural Temple. Jingheng has practiced since childhood, so the hidden weapon technique is also very outstanding." Wan Lin replied.
The old man from the Wan family heard Wan Lin's answer and said, "Jingheng has mastered such profound skills at such a young age. His master, Master Changtian, is good at teaching his disciples."
The old man walked to the dining table, looked at Zhang Wa and the others and said with a smile: "Jingheng is right. You have injuries on your body. You really can't eat too greasy. Eat less meat, eat some sausage and bacon.
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When the little monk heard his grandfather's voice, he ran to Lingyu with his eyes shining, reached out to take a large plate of bacon, he turned his head to look at Zhang Wa and the others and said, "Doll master... Brother, grandpa has said, you
… We want to eat less meat, this plate… There is too much bacon, I… I’ll set it out for you.” The boy ran to the dining table with the plate.
The old man from the Wan family saw the boy's appearance and shouted with love: "Jingheng, come here and sit next to grandpa." He followed Lingyu, who was smiling so hard that he shouted: "Lingyu, I'll give you another baby master.
Brother and the others will cut a plate of bacon”…
After dinner, it was already dark, and several burning torches were lit on the walls of Wanjia yard. Everyone in the yard sat comfortably in the yard.
The night in the mountains is very quiet. A bright moon hangs on the towering mountain top in the distance. A few wild wolf howls are faintly coming from the mountains in the distance. The little ball with the little flower and the little white have long disappeared.
There is a trace.
The little monk sat on the small bamboo chair beside Master Tianjue. He touched his round belly with his hands, squinted his eyes and looked up at the quiet mountains around him. He murmured to himself: "Master."
…… It’s so good here, much better than our Supernatural Temple, the mountains… there are still a lot of prey in the mountains, and I’m hungry… I can’t starve me.”