nashuaworldcup Chapter 327, Monk, Come to the Bowl 8
Chapter 327, Monk, Come to the Bowl 8
Chapter 327, Monk, Come to the Bowl 8
Qingcheng said in his heart when he looked over.
"Little monk, I'm hungry!"
Qingcheng's fox eyes were watery, with a hint of grievance in them, and she lowered her head, looking very pitiful.
The little fox's appearance made Yuqingchi's sadness and loss disappear in an instant. Looking at the little fox, his eyes were full of pity and pity, and his heart softened.
Sighing, he held her in his arms and stroked Qingcheng's soft and warm belly.
"Let me tell you that you are hungry. It just so happens that I have just finished my morning class and I haven't eaten yet. I'll go to the kitchen and order some food!"
Although Yuqingchi only has twelve hours of memory, but after living in the temple for so many years, even if he doesn't remember, the things that are repeated every day can be done naturally.
Such as morning class, chanting and so on.
Qingcheng nodded her head, Yuqingchi put her on the bed and rubbed her cute fox ears. "You stay here first, don't run around!"
After speaking, Yuqingchi turned around and walked outside.
And Qingcheng's ear was caught by Yuqingchi in his hand, and he was pinched for a moment, and in an instant, Yuqingchi let go again.
Seeing the back of him walking out, Qingcheng's ears suddenly stood up, and even the hair all over his body stood up.
Her ears are particularly sensitive, making Qingcheng feel uncomfortable all over, and her heart is itchy and numb.
Staring at the unsuspecting culprit with wide round eyes, the young monk held his forehead helplessly.
Yuqingchi walked out of the door and stood there for a while, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes flickering.
Little fox, Bai Qingcheng...
Allure...
Silently recited Qingcheng's name, looked down at the Buddhist beads in his hand, lowered his eyelids, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down.
"Amitabha!"
Putting his palms together, Yuqingchi sighed and walked towards the kitchen.
Qingcheng lazily curled up her small body on the quilt, squinted her eyes, thinking about all the memories and plots about Yuqingchi in her heart.
After a while, the door was pushed open, and the little monk came in with the food. Smelling the aroma of the food, Qingcheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the fox's eyes were shining with light.
"Little fox, come over to eat!" Yuqingchi put the food on the table in front of the bookshelf.
The gray wooden table was dimpled, but immaculately clean.
On the other side of the wooden table are the Four Treasures of the Study and an extinguished oil lamp.
Qingcheng jumped onto the wooden table nimbly, and saw the food brought by Yuqingchi and put on the table.
A bowl of porridge, two white flour steamed buns in a porcelain bowl, and a plate of green vegetables without any oil or water.
Qingcheng was stunned, her eyes dimmed, when she saw these dishes, she was obviously very hungry, but she had no appetite at all.
The host is a fox, which is a carnivore, and other foxes have to be vegetarians and abstain from meat because of their cultivation.
And because the host itself is a god, he didn't need to eat when he had mana before.
However, perhaps due to the nature of the fox, the host is very picky about food.
It's completely meatless.
"Awwhhh~" Little monk, do you eat this every day?
Unable to bear it, Qingcheng yelled out. Because of the spiritual contract, Yuqingchi could understand Qingcheng's fox language.
Obviously feeling the disappointment in Qingcheng's eyes, Yuqingchi was slightly puzzled when he heard Qingcheng's words.
"Well, I've been eating these since I was a child, little fox, aren't you hungry? Come eat this steamed bun!"
(End of this chapter)