Monk, let go of that little zombie

Seeing nothing from the monks in the cafeteria, Dong Mo looked for an empty seat with Xia Chu behind his back, and put Xia Chu on the chair. It took a minute for the monk who delivered the food to realize that he hurried over with two breakfasts.

The monk glanced at the weak Xia Chu, and said, "Uncle Master, Donor Xia's complexion doesn't look very good. It happened that a pilgrim from the back kitchen brought a bottle of fresh milk. How about I ask the back kitchen to make him a bowl of corn milk?" soup?"

"Okay, okay!" Hearing the word 'milk', Chu Xia became more energetic and hurriedly said.

Mo Dong glanced at Chu Xia and said, "Go."

The monk took the order. In fact, he was just asking tentatively. Based on his understanding of the master uncle, the latter would definitely not agree. Unexpectedly, the master uncle really agreed. The master uncle really treated this Xia benefactor very differently!

Xia Chu did what he said, since the monk really recited him, he followed what he said before and tried to extract energy from vegetarian food, but unfortunately there was little effect.

He swallowed the vegetarian buns and steamed buns painfully, these things tasted really tasteless.

Suddenly, his nostrils moved, and a sweet and rich milky fragrance suddenly penetrated his nostrils. When he looked up, the monk who delivered the food just now came over with a porcelain bowl.

"Benefactor Xia." The monk placed the bowl of milky-yellow milk soup in front of Xia Chu.

Xia Chu's dim eyes immediately lit up, and he couldn't wait to dig a spoon into his mouth. The sweetness of corn was wrapped in the milky fragrance, almost instinctively, he extracted a lot of energy from the milk soup he ate, instantly moisturizing His shriveled stomach.

"Hiss...so hot, so hot." Xia Chu couldn't help hissing, and kept stuffing it into his mouth, like a starved ghost reincarnated, and the monk who watched couldn't stop talking.

When eating vegetarian steamed buns, with a suicidal expression, it took a long time to swallow a bite, and when eating milk soup, I buried my head like a pig and kept eating. This contrast...

The end of winter on the opposite side couldn't help but stop his movements. He pinched his eyebrows, endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back: "You don't like vegetarian food, it's just because you are picky eaters."

Xia Chu didn't reply, he had finished snoring a bowl of milk soup, raised his head, stuck out his tongue and licked back what was on the tip of his nose, saw the monk was still beside him, ignored the other's shocked gaze, handed over the empty bowl, smiled Bending a pair of eyes: "Little master, is there any more?"

Xia Chu was born with a pair of big eyes with aura, black and white, long and dense eyelashes, like two small fans, before becoming a zombie, because of these eyes in childhood, she would always be recognized as a girl.

Once he smiled, his eyes curved into crescents, revealing a small dimple on his right cheek, this kind of smile looked particularly harmless and healing, and it had fooled many people.

"..." The monk was a little overwhelmed, and turned his head to look at the end of Dongdong.

Xia Chu followed the monk's line of sight to Dong Mo, his gaze was full of longing, and his eyes were bright because of his good mood. Looking at him like this, Dong Mo inexplicably remembered a little milk dog that was once raised in the temple.

He paused, relaxed his rules again, and said to the monk, "Is there any more?"

The master and uncle have said so, how can the monk dare to say that there is no one, even if there is no one, he has to make another bowl.

"Benefactor Xia, please wait a moment." The monk took Xia Chu's bowl and hurried to the back kitchen.

Xia Chu took the opportunity to ask Dong Mo: "Monk, give me milk soup for every meal from now on, I will be obedient!"

Mo Dong has already determined that this guy is a picky eater, he said with a cold face, "There is not so much milk in the temple, just this once, don't be picky eaters."

He also pointed to the untouched steamed buns in front of Xia Chu: "Eat them all, don't let them go to waste."

Xia Chu: "..."

When he was pleasantly surprised that milk soup suits his taste, and he likes to eat it and can gain a lot of energy, now tell him that there is no more milk soup in the future, why not let him eat it just now!

Xia Chu almost turned himself into a puffer fish, and felt more and more that the monk was teasing him, taking pleasure in torturing himself.

Mo Dong's brows twitched imperceptibly, glanced at Chu Xia's dimmed eyes, paused for two seconds, and said: "If you eat normally every day in the future, the poor monk can ask the kitchen to prepare a bowl of milk soup for you. breakfast."

"?" Xiachu didn't understand why Dongmo changed his mind again, but it was a good thing for him, having milk soup to accompany him was better than eating those unpalatable vegetarian meals all the time, and finally he could reconcile it.

Not long after, the monk came over with another bowl of milk soup. After Xia Chu finished the bowl, he obediently finished the steamed buns in front of him.Probably there is energy in his stomach to sustain it, so eating it is not so difficult for him to accept.

The energy obtained from the two bowls of milk soup made Xia Chu's pale complexion return to rosy, and his limbs regained strength.After walking out of the cafeteria, Chu Xia rubbed his stomach and felt that he was alive again, and Dong Mo's neck was much less attractive to him.

"Follow me down the mountain."

"What are you going to do?"

At the end of winter, he was silent, and at the beginning of summer, he consciously couldn't ask, and only slandered in his heart for a long time.

The two of them took the bus and subway, changed several routes, and traveled all the way for about two hours. They came to a particularly tall villa area. Xia Chu looked around. This place is a high-end area, and non-rich people can't afford it. , What are you doing here at the end of winter.

"Monk, this can't be your secular home." Xia Chu guessed, "Your family is so rich? A local tyrant."

"No." Dong Mo vetoed.

Xia Chu regretted: "Then what are you doing here, you have to tell me in advance, lest I spoil you."

"Just keep silent."

Xia Chu: "..." I think he talks too much.

When taking the bus or the subway, Xia Chu could chat with someone if he caught him. In nearly two hours, he met two older brothers, one younger sister, and three aunts.The main reason is that Dong Mo is reticent, he speaks to Dong Mo, and it is considered good if the latter replies to him in one sentence out of ten.

Xia Chu was originally a talkative person, so he could only chat with the people in the car next to him.He has been struggling for hundreds of years, knows a lot of things, and knows a lot. From old men and women in their 80s and [-]s, to children in their [-]s and [-]s, he can chat happily.

He followed Mo Dong to the doorman, but was stopped by the doorman. The elder brother of the doorman looked at Chu Xia vigilantly with a face in Chinese characters.

Xia Chu: "..." Standing in front of you is that monk, why are you looking at me, I look like a bad guy!

The doorman turned to Dong Mo with friendly eyes: "What are you doing?"

Dong Mo said: "Please tell Benefactor Liu that Shangling Temple is visiting empty-handed."

There was surprise in the guard's eyes, probably because he didn't expect that this man with picturesque features and good temperament turned out to be a monk. He said, "Wait a minute."

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears came rushing over. When he saw the end of Dong, he was overjoyed: "Master Kongkong, please hurry up. You should notify me in advance when you come. I will go up the mountain to pick you up personally. Please come here by yourself."

"It's okay." Dong Mo said lightly.

"This is..." The middle-aged man turned to Xia Chu. Could it be that the one who can walk with Master Kong Kong is also a master?so young!

The middle-aged man was in awe, and without waiting for Mo Dong to speak, he grabbed Xia Chu's hand and said enthusiastically, "Hello, master, I, Liu Dafu, dare to ask the name of master?"

Xia Chu: "..."

At the end of winter: "..."

Xia Chu blinked, imitating Dong Mo's accent and said: "The poor monk's dharma name is Kongchu, and Kong Kong is the senior brother of the poor monk."

"Master Kongchu!" Liu Dafu's eyes sparkled.

It's really hard to explain Xia Chu's identity, so he didn't say anything at the end of winter, but when Liu Dafu led the way, he said to Xia Chu: "Don't be naughty."

Chu Xia made a face at him.

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