"Of course it's not a local. You can tell from the way he walks that this person is definitely a trainer."

The monk turned his face slightly with a slight frown, and couldn't help but mutter, "Who is this person? It seems like he knows the master, but he has never seen him before!"

"You said, can you come from the west? Although our master is now a master of Zen, have you practiced Tantric Buddhism there before? I think it was probably recognized by you at that time."

The little monk next to him came over with a sweep and reminded him thiefly, "And look at the earrings hanging on his ears. The thing is full of patterns in a circle. Although I don't understand it very much, it looks obviously a Dzi bead! And this guy doesn't look like a local, who knows where he comes from!"

Everyone was talking in a low voice, whispering, but in the corner there was an older monk holding a broom and silent.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Everyone is studying that weirdo, why are you suddenly silent? Are you not able to speak vernacularly?"

A little monk came over and kicked him.

"I...I'm thinking about his eyes..."

The guy holding the broom said, pointing to his eyes, hesitating for a moment, sighed softly, "Forget it, you don't understand if you say it, you can do it."

"Hey, what's your attitude?"

The people around him were obviously very curious about his words, "You always boast that your ancestors were masters of physiognomy. If you really see any tricks, tell everyone. Don't tell me whether it is true or false. Let everyone listen to it first! Hey, why are you leaving?"

"Hey!"

"This man is so silly all day long that he can't meet serious things."

The little monks next to them couldn't help but mutter.

"Forget it, it's not been a day or two for him. Let's not pay attention to him."

The monks couldn't figure out the reason, so they said a few words and then left.

——Cut—

Putting it down without mentioning it, he also said Feng Yuanyuan.

After walking several places in a row, he walked all the masters he could think of. Whether it was a monk or a Taoist priest or a doctor, as long as he looked at Feng Yuanyuan's injuries, he probably wouldn't dare to interfere in this matter after he found out. It can be seen that Chen Fan is indeed not the young boy who was unattended back then. Many people fear him and said that he was as afraid as a tiger.

Feng Yuanyuan's hand is like a bear's paw, and she can't even tinker with her mobile phone. The smell in her mouth is getting heavier and heavier, and it smells three feet away from the wind. It is obviously not easy to wear a mask, and it is a bit eye-catching to wear a gas mask. She cannot survive and die. At this time, she can no longer stay in the crowd, which is obviously in great pain.

After two days of exhaustion, her condition worsened a little bit. It seemed that Master Huanglong didn't talk nonsense to her. I guess if this continues, Feng Yuanyuan's hand would be swollen like a big-haired monkey. Now she calls her Tiantian and doesn't respond. She really has the heart to die.

"Or, let's just be soft-hearted. It's not a solution to delay like this."

Someone gave Feng Yuanyuan a text message.

Feng Yuanyuan hesitated and sighed. After dialing a number through hard work, the opposite man said, "Luo, do you have time? Do me a favor! I want to make an appointment with Chen Fan and talk to him."

"I figured it out? OK! We are not outsiders, I will definitely help you with this!" Xiao Luo was very happy and agreed immediately, very happy.

"Hey, Boss Chen, Feng Yuanyuan called me. It seems that she was being ripped off and wanted to give in!" Xiao Luo said to Chen Fan while pinching his cell phone.

"Okay, okay, I understand! You make arrangements, I have time today and tomorrow." Chen Fan tilted his shoulders, with a phone clamped on his shoulders, and a stir-frying spoon was being stir-fried. The two hands flew up and down, and a plate of green pepper and potato slices were very skillful. He was happy to see Xiao Liuzi, who was watching the fun on the counter, staring at him with big eyes.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

Xiaoman shouted in the restaurant.

"Here's here, the last dish."

Chen Fan came out with a plate.

"What's wrong today? Why are you so happy with a smile?"

The young lady took the rice shovel and served a large bowl of rice for Chen Fan in the rice cooker. Seeing him grinning with big teeth, she was also very puzzled.

"Hey, let me tell you later, I won't talk about it now! Come and have a meal! Try my skills!"

Chen Fan took off his apron and hung it aside, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the chopsticks.

——Cut—

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Chen Fan came as promised, the same place as last time, the same specifications.

But this time it was changed to Feng Yuanyuan as the host, and Chen Fan sat in the guest position.

In order not to save himself from his own fun, Chen Fan picked up a piece of shit that had been lying in the porcelain bowl held by the paper man for several days before leaving. As a result, Feng Yuanyuan felt her tone was fresh and unspeakable and comfortable.

Of course, Feng Yuanyuan is also a wise man. When such a thing happened, Feng Yuanyuan was even more convinced that Chen Fan was secretly making trouble!

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Miss Feng has lost a lot of weight." Chen Fan couldn't help but say something after glanced at Feng Yuanyuan.

Indeed, Feng Yuanyuan has lost a lot of weight, has become haggard, and has lost her temper. Compared with the way Chen Fan looked like he was the best in the world when he was stuck in the oil and water a while ago, she can now describe it as "a down-and-out phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken". If you want to say something a little bit uncertain, just in the word "phoenix", she is not a phoenix at all, at most she is a bird.

"Mr. Chen is really good at joking. Who can still gain weight if you offend you? I can feel a special smell in everything I eat these days, and I feel a big headache when I think about it."

Feng Yuanyuan said this very appropriately. Indeed, Feng Yuanyuan has been unable to eat anything for several days, and it is only maintained by glucose. It is not that she doesn’t want to eat, but that she can’t eat. Everything she eats is like chewing shit, everything she drinks is like urine. The taste of shit is very fresh, but the taste of urine is like aging for many years. This is hard to describe. There are only two words to say - "Sour".

"Isn't it much better now? It will always pass. You should know the crux of the problem."
Chapter completed!