Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The monk was still wrapped in thick cotton monk clothes, ragged and empty. He looked back and smiled and said, "come... Come."

He is a stammer and never speaks neatly.

Jiang Wuchen walked quickly over and looked at the big iron pot. It had a strong aroma. The goose inside was large, sauce red, very bright, and large pieces of potatoes and wide powder. This wide powder was also made by the monk's own sweet potato. It was almost transparent. There were bright red peppers beside the pot. The spicy flavor had been fully integrated with the goose, which was appetizing.

"It smells delicious. I'm hungry. Give me a bowl quickly." Jiang Wuchen picked up the big porcelain bowl next to him and said.

The monk said, "wait... Wait a minute, but... It's almost hot. Go and cut me a handful of coriander."

Zhong Bo ran to the front yard and soon handed a handful of fresh coriander to the monk. The monk shook his hand and the coriander suddenly fell into the pot. Then the monk pointed his palm at the fire and said, "big... Big fire."

With a bang, the flame suddenly became more than ten times fierce and burned.

The hot soup in the iron pot tightened quickly. The monk took the noodles and cakes made next to him and pasted them around the edge of the pot. Then he covered the wooden pot cover and the fire was burning.

In ten minutes, the flame weakened and the aroma became stronger.

Jiang Wuchen had been hungry for a long time. The monk didn't hurry and slowly opened the lid of the pot. An unusually strong smell of meat came to his nostrils. He saw that the broth inside tightened and became viscous, and the goose became more soft and rotten. More than a dozen corn cakes on the edge of the pot were ripe one by one.

"OK... OK," said the monk.

Jiang Wuchen hands over the porcelain bowl.

The monk picked up the iron spoon and banged two spoons, which were full. Then he grabbed two corn cakes from the edge of the pot and gave them to Jiang Wuchen. He said, "you can't eat more... Eat more at night... Can't sleep, miss a woman."

"Hahaha." Jiang Wuchen couldn't help laughing and ate with a bowl. When he took the first bite of goose, Jiang Wuchen was almost stunned. He had eaten goose before, but it didn't taste the same as the monk. The goose in this bowl was too fragrant. It was a fragrance Jiang Wuchen had never experienced.

Jiang Zongcheng, Zhong Bo and the monk each filled a bowl. The four big men stood by the pot. No one spoke, but kept chewing.

A bowl of goose was eaten quickly. Jiang Wuchen was not satisfied. He picked up a spoon to the second bowl.

"I'll come, I'll come." the monk grabbed the spoon and selected some goose that Jiang Wuchen had never seen before.

"What is this?"

"Bao, baby, eat it, young people grow up." the monk said with a smile.

Jiang Wuchen is not polite either. He immediately swallows them. The taste of these pieces of meat is not quite the same as that of the goose just now. One piece seems to be goose liver and several pieces seem to be goose heart.

After eating, Jiang Wuchen suddenly felt warm all over. In the sea of gas, there was a hot gas that couldn't be restrained.

……

A large pot of goose and a dozen corn cakes were eaten by four people. Jiang Zongcheng and Zhong Bo didn't eat much. Jiang Wuchen killed half by himself and had a round stomach.

"Do you have any drinks to drink?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

The monk went to the front yard and came with a big gourd. "Wine..." he said, banging down a big bowl to Jiang Wuchen, "drink... Drink."

Jiang Wuchen was not polite either. He looked up and drank the wine. The liquor was sweet. He simply drank it all at once and finally had enough to eat and drink.

"Thank you, monk." Jiang Wuchen said.

In a pun, Jiang Zongcheng thought he was thanking the monk for the feast. In fact, there was another meaning, that is, the great sorrow pearl.

The monk shook his head and said, "you're welcome... Don't come in the future."

Jiang Zongcheng was stunned and hurriedly said, "but my grandson offended the master?"

The monk waved his hand and didn't give a positive answer. Instead, he said, "this fairy goose is the last meal I can help you. In the future, rely on... Rely on yourself."

Jiang Wuchen took a breath, looked at the monk deeply and said, "monk, what can I do for you?"

The monk shook his head and said, "you... Can't help me, just like... I can't help you. Later... Later. Don't come, do you hear me?"

Jiang Wuchen nodded.

Jiang Zongcheng said, "monk, what's wrong with my grandson?"

The monk said, "he ordered a peach blossom and always recruited women. I'm afraid... He... He recruited nuns for me."

"Er..." Jiang Zongcheng was speechless.

Jiang Wuchen said, "monk, I owe you a favor. If there's anything I need to do in the future, just open your mouth. Jiang Wuchen doesn't like to owe a favor."

"OK, I'll have trouble with you later," said the monk.

At this moment, Jiang Wuchen still had thousands of questions in his heart, but he held back in the end. Even if he asked, the monk might not be able to say. It's better not to ask.

"When you've had enough to eat and drink, you're warm all over. Let's go." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

Jiang Zongcheng said, "be careful on the road."

"Well, monk, goodbye," said Jiang Wuchen.

……

Jiang Wuchen returned to Qizhou, stopped at Jiangjia manor for a while, did not participate in the family meeting, and drove back to Haichuan with Zhong Bo in the evening.

It was already more than 9 p.m. when he came here, Jiang Wuchen felt that his body seemed a little different. It was hot in the sea of air. This hot air jumped up and down, and his free muscle expanded uncontrollably for several times.

Jiang Wuchen was full of vitality, but unexpectedly, this heat was more powerful and couldn't be pressed.

"Young master, where are you going now?" said Zhong Bo.

Jiang Wuchen said, "go back to Chongyang Island first. I'll find a friend."

"Well, OK." Zhong Bo nodded.

Jiang Wuchen turned to look at him and said, "Uncle Zhong, do you feel warm?"

Zhong Bo thought and said, "fortunately, as usual, there is no different feeling."

"Oh, it's all right." Jiang Wuchen didn't mention much. The car stopped at bar street. Jiang Wuchen got off and let Zhong Bo go.

It's already 9:30 p.m. at this moment. The weather in Haichuan is not very good. It's drizzling. It's the first rain since the beginning of spring. It's a little wet and cold.

On the side of the road, Jiang Wuchen is ready to take a taxi back to Zijin international. A familiar Toyota Ruizhi aroused his idea. It's Matsushima Jixiang's car.

In my mind, Matsushima Jixiang's soft face appeared, and Jiang Wuchen immediately felt that the heat in the sea of Qi was more abundant. As soon as his nostrils were hot, he even had nosebleed.

"Wipe..." Jiang Wuchen reached out to wipe it off and walked into the bar.

From a distance, he saw Matsushima Jixiang sitting in the corner, surrounded by several young people talking to each other. Matsushima Jixiang seemed to have some disgust.

But she had drunk a lot and was already a little drunk.

Jiang Wuchen walked over and grabbed Matsushima Jixiang's hand and pulled it out.

"Ah?" Matsushima Jixiang was stunned. He turned around and saw that it was Jiang Wuchen. He was surprised and happy, "yes... It's you."