"Suck yo yo~"

"Bah chi...ba chi..."

People around looked at a fake monk dressed up in a flashy manner, exaggeratingly slurping rice noodles, holding a pig's trotter in his other hand and eating it. There were seven or eight empty bowls piled up next to him, and even the soup was gone.

Not a drop is left.

A big bowl of pig's trotters rice noodles alone would cost four taels of rice noodles, and the soup would weigh nearly a pound, not to mention a half-kilogram pig's trotters.

What is the structure of this fake bald man's stomach? Where do you stuff all these things?

Are they all stored in the enema?

As for why he is a fake monk...

Which temple's monks dress so showily?

He looks so enviable and jealous.

I gnawed seven or eight pig's trotters in broad daylight, and I'm still going on.

No one in the thousand-year-old temple is as arrogant as you.

Chen Yi shook off his face as if there was no one around, and with this outfit and bald head, he couldn't change it even if he wanted to. He was already broken, and he didn't want to lose face in the future.

In fact, the main reason is because of the specialness here.

There is a film and television city next to it. Not to mention a fake monk wearing a monk's robe and having his head shaved. It is not surprising to see the Buddha and the Jade Emperor beating a big pig's trotters here.

He was shameless, but he killed his boss.

Although this rice noodle shop is not big, its business is booming.

His pig's trotter rice noodles taste authentic. In addition to nearby residents, there are also many tourists on weekdays. The film crew and celebrities also like to go here.

So the boss is considered well-informed, but he has never seen such delicious food.

The boss had already driven away the frightened waiter and was waiting on him personally, fearing that if he was not careful, the bald guy would die here.

"ha……"

After eating about thirty bowls of pig's trotter rice noodles, and looking at his boss's frightened and helpless expression, Chen Yi took a deep breath and stopped with a little regret.

After all, he just decided to be shameless not long ago, and he still needs time to adapt before he can truly reach the realm of invincibility.

In fact, let alone the boss, he himself was a little scared.

Perhaps because of his great achievements in magic, his current food intake has become very exaggerated.

Fortunately, among the rules and regulations he inexplicably carried on his back, there was no such thing as abstaining from fishy food, otherwise Chen Yi felt that he would not have the courage to continue living.

Sure enough, he was a poor man but a rich man. He ate four to five hundred yuan in one meal and was still not full. What will he do in the future?

After the boss was relieved and the other guests watched in shock, Chen Yi left a little worriedly.

"Go to the supermarket."

After coming out of the rice noodle shop, Chen Yi was still a little unwilling and embarrassed to harm other bosses, so he had to go to the supermarket to buy some food to deal with it.

There is a small supermarket not far away, just a few steps away.

After entering the supermarket, Chen Yi pushed the cart and stuffed it with convenient and high-calorie foods.

In the past, if he ate the food on this cart every day, he would definitely turn into a 300-pound mountain of meat.

But now, he felt that he would inevitably be hungry in the future, so it was better to be prepared.

As he was pushing the cart and walking slowly, he suddenly felt a tug on the bottom of his cassock. When he looked down, he found a fat little man standing at his feet, tugging on his cassock and looking at him with a smile.

To be precise, not looking at him, but his... head?

"Hahaha! It looks like a lightbulb from a distance, but it looks like a brain cup from a distance. Count the hairs carefully, and there are no hairs!"

Little Fatty pointed at his bare head and laughed happily.

Chen Yi's face suddenly darkened.

"Oh! Oh! If you have a bald head, you don't have to worry about rain. People have umbrellas, and I have a bald head."

"Big bald ladle! Big bald ladle! Hahahaha!"

The little fat man actually grabbed his cassock, tugged and danced about it, and yelled a rhyme he had learned from someone he didn't know where.

Chen Yi's veins throbbed on his forehead.

Looking to the side with an expressionless face, an aunt was standing there, looking at the dead child with a loving smile.

"Your child?"

Seeing Chen Yi's eyes, the aunt said proudly: "Yes, my grandson is very cute, isn't he?"

"cute!"

Chen Yi gritted his teeth and struggled to say these two words.

Although he really wanted to punch this naughty boy to make his face bloom with love, he couldn't really get along with them, one was old and the other was young.

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly and he smiled: "Can you let him go? I'm leaving."

"Don't leave! Big bald ladle! I want to play with big bald ladle. Grandma, I want to play with big bald ladle!"

The dead kid grabbed his cassock, twisted his body like a fat insect, pulled it left and right, and yelled at his aunt.

"Okay, play with the big bald ladle, play with the big bald ladle."

The aunt coaxed her with a loving face and a smile on her face, seeming to be happy with the child's innocence and liveliness.

He raised his head and said kindly to Chen Yi: "Young man, look, my grandson is still so young. Just obey him and let him touch him a few times."

"..."

Chen Yi already had blue veins on his forehead.

Damn kid, you didn’t see the casserole-sized fist, did you?

After all, I still can't do anything like using an iron fist as big as a casserole on a child.

Finally forcing out a smile: "Kid, you are very rude, do you know? Go play somewhere else."

"I don't! I want to play! I want to play"

"..." Okay, you can't afford to offend me and you can't hide from me?

When encountering such a naughty kid, what else can Chen Yi do besides admitting that he is unlucky?

"Wow!"

Seeing Chen Yi turn around and walk away, the dead child was stunned, then grinned and cried loudly.

(⊙_⊙)

Hey, you've gone too far, I didn't touch you!

I just said something rude, where is the point of crying? Don't blackmail me, you're a kid!

"..." Chen Yi's claws were numb.

"Oh, my dear grandson!"

The aunt next to her suddenly screamed, held the dead child in her arms, and carefully coaxed her.

"Wow! Big bald ladle! Bad guy!"

It was okay if he didn't coax him. Once he was coaxed to death, the child became even more energetic. He sat down on the ground, his two short legs kept flapping, and he cried all the time.

"If you don't cry, don't cry. If you are a good boy, don't cry. The big bald ladle is a bad person. Grandma will teach the bad people a lesson for you!"

The aunt coaxed the dead child, raised her head, crossed her waist, and glared, and all of a sudden she was full of energy, angry and angry.

The next moment was earth-shattering!

"What's wrong with you? Ah! He's a child and doesn't understand. Why are you talking to him so much?"

"You say so much and he can't understand! Aren't you bullying children? Ah?"

"Why can't such an old person be sensible? Don't you have any adults in your family? No one has taught you! Huh?"

"Isn't it just a bald cup? What's wrong with letting children touch it? If you dare to shave it, why don't you dare let people touch it?"

"You're a street brat! He has a pretty face and is dressed in weird clothes. You can't tell he's a good guy at first glance!"

"You're still pretending to be a monk? Aren't you afraid that Buddha will blame you and send you to hell if you die?"

"..."

A series of shocking curses spewed out from the aunt's mouth, which shocked countless people. After a while, Chen Yi was surrounded by many people, pointing at him.

"What is this for?"

"It seems like this young man is bullying other children."

"Isn't it shameful for such a big person to bully such a small child?"

"Then this aunt scolded her a bit too harshly. She is still a monk."

"Monk? Have you ever seen such a monk? Haven't you heard that young people like to play that roast...roast to death recently? Or he is an actor nearby. Judging from his appearance, he should be more of an actor."

"My little brother is so handsome! If he were an actor, I would be his lifelong fan!"

"That's right, he's so handsome! Huh! Such a handsome little brother can't be at fault. It must be this naughty kid who's wrong!"

"With this appearance, this outfit, he is a celibate male god! Oh wow! It's over, I'm totally in love..."

Crooked buildings seem to be a law. After a few melon-eating beauties finished speaking, the focus of discussion has gradually shifted from the righteous people denouncing the evil bald lady to a group of young girls, housewives and Yangou kneeling down to lick the bald male god, which made many
Chapter completed!