Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

He said let him say what he wanted, Wu Xie was free.

No matter how eloquent and witty the other party was, Wu Xie just drank tea, read the book about a domineering president falling in love with me, blew away the white mist rising from the white marble teacup, and inserted two words indifferently and mechanically when the scenic area manager paused in his speech.

No money,

The soulless tone seemed to have become muscle memory.

Scenic area administrator: "Jiligualagalalagulala..."

Wu Xie: "No money,

Scenic area administrator: "Jiligualagalagulala#＂′`＂–＇＂＂"

Wu Xie took a sip of tea, turned a page, and said again, "I have no money."

The fat man, who had originally run over from the back hall and wanted to catch the lazy guy Wu Xie, shook his head when he heard this.

He smacked his lips, shook his head and sighed, then went back to continue frying tea.

Damn it,

How could Tian Zhen resist not beating him up?

After listening to a few words, I, Fatty, wanted to hit someone. Damn, this is the reincarnation of Tang Monk, he can really chant sutras.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and Wu Xie handed a cup of tea to the scenic area manager at the right time, "Moisten your throat, it's a bit dry."

It's really infuriating.

The scenic area manager drank it in one gulp and was in tears.

"You--" He thought about it but didn't know what to say, and felt even sadder. It was easier to do ideological work for the eighty-year-old man at the end of the street than for Wu Xie.

He wants to go back to find the director wuwuwuwuwu~

The scenic area manager was filled with indignation, and went back to his director to cry with his wounded heart.

Wu Xie looked at his back as he ran with his arms spread out, and suddenly felt that it was very similar to the expression that was very popular on the Internet.

It's the one with two lines of wide noodles, running and crying.

In the past, every time the director came, he would just lie on the ground, making a mess in his shop and would not leave. Fortunately, he was not in the shop most of the time. If Wu Xie was unlucky enough to meet him, he would take a bath, burn incense, and then argue with him for three days and three nights.

Still too young,

Wu Xie shook his head and sighed. Although this young man usually spoke hesitantly and inarticulately, when it came to serious matters, he spoke very fluently and showed a talent for public speaking.

It's quite brainwashing.

Wu Xie made the final comment.

It's suitable for you to follow him and brainwash those hot-blooded young guys in Pankou, so as to persuade them to go back and study hard.

Fatty: Yoho - what’s the difference between this and finding a Tang Monk?

Wu Xie put down the book in his hand, stood up and stretched. He was tired, so he decided to stop opening the store here today.

A sign saying "Closed for Business" was hung on the door. He was probably the only one who could succeed in business.

Wu Xie, wearing flip-flops, walked through the rows of cabinets in front of the hall and went to the backyard to see the young man and the fat man.

The fat man was directing the young man to use the Fa Qiu Finger to fry the fresh tea leaves in the wok. Wu Xie was so upset when he saw this. Is that how the Fa Qiu Finger is used?

"Brother," Wu Xie stood beside Zhang Qiling, "Don't listen to the fat guy's nonsense. How can you stir-fry with just two fingers? It's not a spatula. Be careful not to get burned."

"Tian Nai, don't look down on our little brother!" The fat man puffed out his chest proudly, and said proudly: "The little brother's hair-shaped finger is so powerful, frying these tea leaves is no problem at all!"

Wu Xie shouted: "Overkill!"

The fat man suddenly smiled in a lewd way, "Hey, you just feel bad, right?"

Wu Xie glared at him, pushed the young man away, and demonstrated it to him himself. As a result, within a few strokes, a big bump appeared on the back of his hand, which quickly became red and swollen.

"Damn, Tian Zhen, how come you are more delicate and tender than a girl?" The fat man exclaimed exaggeratedly and ran to get the burn ointment. Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Xie's hand and put the burned area into running water to rinse.

Wu Xie was too lazy to argue with the fat man, so he just asked Zhang Qiling, "Brother, do you also think I'm useless?"

Zhang Qiling just glanced at him without answering. Wu Xie continued to mutter to himself, "You can't even do such a small thing..."

"Wu Xie," Zhang Qiling frowned and said, "Don't you think you're being weird? You just got burned accidentally, you didn't go out to kill or burn anything, why did you do this?"

"If a person is no longer useful, he doesn't deserve to exist, and I should be the one who disappears the most."

Wu Xie was distracted by what Zhang Qiling said, and smiled bitterly, "Sorry, sometimes my mind is a little unclear, and I tend to be pessimistic."

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie deeply, as if he wanted to see through him. Under the gaze of the young man, Wu Xie felt extremely oppressed, and had the illusion that the young man had recovered his memory.

In the end, Zhang Qiling didn't ask anything. He took the burn ointment handed over by the fat man and helped him apply it to the affected area.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Qiling asked suddenly as he bent down to apply medicine on him.

Wu Xie quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Zhang Qiling lifted up the hand that was holding Wu Xie's wrist, revealing the scar that was covered by his sleeve.

Wu Xie usually likes to wear long sleeves and rarely shows the unknown scars on his arms.

Wu Xie was stunned. Zhang Qiling quickly applied the ointment on him, and without any reluctance, he quickly let go of the ointment, screwed on the cap, put it in his pocket, walked calmly past Wu Xie, and went to see the fat man who was frying tea leaves.

It seemed like it was just a casual remark and there was no need to get an answer from Wu Xie.

Is it because you already have the answer in your heart?

How could it not hurt?

Because the fat man was frying tea leaves, Wu Xie made lunch today.

At the beginning, the fat man expressed his distrust of a person who had just burned his hand cooking, "Tian Nai, why don't we stop making trouble and go to Lou Wai Lou to eat."

"I want to too, but the landlord has no surplus food." Wu Xie looked at the fat man and said resentfully.

Before the fat man could say something else, Wu Xie had already rushed into the kitchen.

"We can order takeout, why do you have to be so desperate to cook it yourself?" Fatty has known Wu Xie for so many years, but he has never seen him cook. The iron pot in Wushanju was only opened after he came...

"Brother, you watch him, don't let him blow up the kitchen, we don't have money to repair it." The fat man warned the young man beside him, "and don't let him cut his hand, if it really doesn't work, I'll do it later."

"Fatty! Stop looking down on others!" Wu Xie's voice came from the kitchen.

The fat man replied: "I'm not talking to you, stop making noise, adults are talking, children should not interrupt!"

So that,

When the fat man saw the two dishes and one soup that Wu Xie brought out, he almost dropped his jaw in shock, "Tian Zhen, when did you go to New Oriental to study culinary arts?"

There were only two people in the kitchen, so it couldn't be that the little brother helped Tian Zhen cheat and cook the meal, but if it was really Tian Zhen who cooked the meal...

The fat man cursed: "Damn it! You can cook, but you let me be your free cook for so long?"

Wu Xie's arrogance that had just risen was extinguished in an instant, "Fatty, listen to my explanation..."

"I don't want to listen! I don't want to listen!" The fat man pretended to hit him.

Wu Xie immediately hid behind the young man and started to take advantage of his power.

"Look, little brother! The fat guy hit me!"

(??? - ???) The baby feels aggrieved but doesn’t say it.

Fatty: There’s no room for him in this house!