Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"Wu Xie! Pay me back!!!"

Wu Xie shuddered in the darkness, as if Xiaohua had come to collect a debt.

All I could hear was the fat man yelling wildly downstairs in his bronze voice.

"You bastard, I cook the meal, but I have to feed you two mouthfuls of food, right?"

"One gram of my flesh is worth one ounce of gold!"

"Get down here and eat! I'm starving to death, Fatty!!!"

“Pay compensation!!!”

Wu Xie:.......

At this time, Zhang Qiling had already let go of him and turned on the light.

"Eat?" Wu Xie asked, looking up.

Zhang Qiling nodded and followed him downstairs.

The dishes on the table were emitting warm white smoke again, and it was obvious that the fat man had heated them up.

Wu Xie realized it belatedly and felt a little embarrassed. He had been out for a while and had some free time. Fatty had been busy all by himself for so long. "Why don't you go to Louwailou to eat? It'll save you the trouble in such a hot day."

The fat man had already poured wine into his own glass and was filling up the other two glasses. Upon hearing this, he cast a disdainful look at Wu Xie and said, "The food out there is not healthy."

Wu Xie scratched his ears, thinking that he must have heard it wrong.

The fat guy was still saying, "You're the only one who thinks the food at Louwailou is delicious!"

"Why didn't you tell me before? Every time you would happily run out to eat and drink, and rip me off..." Wu Xie curled his lips.

"The one who treats us is the boss!" said the fat man.

Wu Xie snorted and didn't bother with him.

Facing a table full of food, he sat down knowing that he was in the wrong. It wouldn't hurt him to let the fat man make a few remarks.

If he continued to argue, he might not even have anything to eat, and he probably wouldn't be able to win the argument against that fat guy.

Damn, you are so talkative.

Wu Xie's nose had now mostly recovered. He smelled the aroma of the food for the first time in a long time, and the appetite in his stomach was aroused. He picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to take a few bites of the food.

He gave the fat man a thumbs up, "Delicious! So fragrant!!!"

The fat man puffed out his chest proudly and said, "My Yun Cai is so cute!"

"Cough cough cough!" Wu Xie was choked. He was still not used to hearing it suddenly.

Because of the age difference between Fatty and Yuncai, he once thought that there was no possibility for the two of them to be together.

but......

Since Yuncai was not killed at that time, there are so many days left in the future. With Fatty's diligence, it is not impossible that an iron rod can be ground into a needle and water can wear away a stone.

"Hey, hey, hey," Wu Xie didn't notice that the fat man actually started to persuade Menyoupingzi to drink, so he quickly stopped him, "Fatty!!!"

"Brother is still sick, he can't drink!"

"Who are you looking down on?" The fat man ignored him: "Based on our physical fitness, a little white wine is nothing~"

"No, he really can't drink." Wu Xie frowned and tried to snatch the wine glass from the fat man.

There was a young man between the two men. They stretched out their arms and hit each other like slapping mosquitoes, neither of them giving in.

If we really want to describe how fierce this "war" was, the fights between kindergarten kids are stronger than these two guys.

"Fatty! You only have so little strength to tickle me?" Wu Xie grabbed the young man's shoulders, hid his face behind him, and shouted loudly.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face. This wicked guy knew that he valued this handsome face, so he hit him in the face. Wu Xie was so angry that he had to use Brother as a cover to avoid being disfigured.

The fat man was fat and had thick skin. He didn't care much about Wu Xie's attack, but he still felt annoyed.

Most of the wine in the glass spilled out during the "fight" and flowed onto his hand. The fat man licked the wine on his hand with heartache.

Muttered: "These are all good wines..."

Most of the wine actually spilled on the young man's clothes. He, a man who had not drunk a drop of alcohol, was reeking of alcohol.

Zhang Qiling sat quietly and picked up the chopsticks silently in the gap.

He was indeed hungry, and between the two people who were fussing over their food, he quickly picked up a few vegetables that had turned a little yellow due to repeated heating.

Wu Xie held a chopstick in each hand and shouted, "Ah - Smecta -"

Launch a spear attack on the fat guy on the other side of the guy!

The slightly moist end of the brown-red chicken wing wooden chopsticks poked the fat man, and then the fat man's protective fat kept bouncing back and forth...

The chopsticks in Wu Xie's hand were obviously the pair he had just used. This disgusted the fat man and he cursed, "Fuck you, do you have any respect for hygiene?"

Wu Xie didn't listen and continued to shoot.

The fat man puffed out his chest and said contemptuously, "Didn't you eat? With this little strength, I will lie still and let you poke me until tomorrow. I will only lose a few hairs on my body."

"Fuck!" Wu Xie became even angrier. "Don't you know whether I ate it or not?"

The fat guy's mouth is really mean.

At this time, the calm and composed Monk who ate his meal as if no one was around seemed particularly annoying.

Wu Xie was so angry that he threw his chopsticks and yelled, "Brother!!! Why don't you help me?!"

Ignoring the fat man's middle finger raised at him, he stared at Zhang Qiling accusingly, causing the man to tilt his head to look at him.

Their eyes met, and Wu Xie didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see Zhang Qiling sigh.

"Wu Xie, no matter which of you two I help, the other one will never give in." Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie. The emotion in his eyes, perhaps it could be called helplessness?

Wu Xie's face suddenly turned a little red. He didn't know if it was because he was old but his IQ looked like he was no more than three years old, or because of something else.

He scratched his face, then stood up and went to the kitchen to get another pair of chopsticks. He acted as if nothing had happened and shouted, "Eat, eat!"

"I'm starving."

Unexpectedly, when no one urged him to drink, this idiot picked up the glass with half the liquor left and drank it all in one gulp.

The fat man was stunned, and immediately tried to distance himself from Wu Xie, saying, "It wasn't me, the fat man, who persuaded him to drink this time. It was the guy who wanted to drink. It has nothing to do with me. Don't get mad."

Zhang Qiling finished the drink in one go because he was too fast. Wu Xie couldn't get angry either, so he took a big bite of green leafy vegetables to cool down.

Most of the wine in the glass had been gone as the two of them drank back and forth, and what was left was actually just enough for one sip. Zhang Qiling patted Wu Xie's hand under the table, signaling him to be patient.

"Fatty," Zhang Qiling filled the Fatty's empty cup with wine and said solemnly, "Thank you..."

Zhang Qiling is not a man good at speaking, and this nonsensical sentence might leave most people confused.

But the fat man understood it immediately.

Thanks,

Thank you,

Over the years, I have been with him...

Fortunately, you have always been...