Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie has been very excited about starting his own business recently and he has come up with new ideas in just a few days.

The fat man was planning to cook at noon and went into the kitchen to take a look.

Stunned.

"Where is my pot?" Looking at the empty stove, Fatty Erzhang was puzzled and went out to ask Wang Meng.

"Xiao Wang! Where is the iron pot in the kitchen? I still need to cook!"

Wang Meng silently pointed at the door and gave the fat man a look that told him not to be angry.

The fat man looked at the front door where wisps of black smoke were still drifting in even through the thermal insulation curtain.

Speechless and choked.

I had a bad feeling in my heart.

really,

When I went out, I saw that the cooking pot at home had been completely ruined.

The fat man looked at the three people sitting at the door and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Wu Xie was sitting on the steps in front of the door. In front of him was a huge black pot with a few pieces of coal slag in it. He was fanning the coal with a fan to make it burn.

"Can't you see? We are roasting sweet potatoes!" Wu Xie said complacently.

"Brother! Why don't you do anything about him? Tian Zhen is so unreliable now because of your indulgence!" The fat man shouted at Zhang Qiling, who was sitting next to Wu Xie and watching Wu Xie's mischief indifferently.

Zhang Qiling just glanced at the fat man and said nothing, but the fat man felt that he had said everything.

When has anyone ever succeeded in persuading Wu Xie to do something?

Even ten Zhang Qilings couldn’t pull him back.

(Wu Xie: Smashing the pot! What kind of metaphor is this?)

Maybe it was because of the humid weather. When the coal was burning, black smoke kept coming out, which made Wu Xiezhi cough. Little Naiping also covered his nose with his little hands, holding his breath while lying on Wu Xie's knees. His eyes were a little red from the smoke, and he stared blankly at the black iron pot in front of him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Wu Xie fanned his nose with his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Alright, Fatty. What's the point of you and the little brother yelling here? We are just roasting sweet potatoes! Is it that serious?"

The wood ash in the iron pot and the residual heat from the burning coal can be used to directly cook the sweet potatoes. This is the method they use most often in the wild.

Throw some sweet potatoes into the bonfire after the fire is burned, and camp in the wild. It's so beautiful.

Add the seasoning packet of instant noodles and it will taste many times better than compressed biscuits!

Use local ingredients and the most primitive methods to create delicious food.

The fat guy is just making a fuss!

Wu Xie thought so.

The fat man looked gloomy. "I'm not blind. I'm asking you why you have to use the cooking pot to do this. What will we eat for lunch without a pot?"

Wu Xie was stunned. It was obvious that he had not thought of this at all. He just wanted to use local materials...

"Young man, are there any other pots at home?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling and asked weakly.

Zhang Qiling shook his head silently.

Wu Xie: Oh~ It was a bolt from the blue. He was looking forward to eating the delicious cola chicken wings made by Fatty at noon. QAQ

The fat man almost poked Wu Xie's forehead with his finger: "What else? You don't even know how many cooking pots there are at home. I really spoil you too much!"

Wu Xie lowered his head and began to point his fingers pitifully, trying to get the fat man's forgiveness, "I was wrong! Then let's eat tomorrow--" Cola Chicken Wings......

Before he could finish his words, the fat man covered his mouth with his hand. The fat man smiled kindly and said, "No! You don't want to!"

Wu Xie: Hmm? (I protest!)

The fat man patted Wu Xie's head like he was hitting a ball, and said threateningly (no, crossed out) gently: "Protest is invalid!"

Wu Xie's eyelids drooped, and she looked at the fat man sadly, like a resentful woman in the boudoir.

It's like looking at a heartless man.

"Alas~ I can't cook without a pot. It's hard to cook without rice. It seems we can only eat rice and sweet potatoes for lunch." The fat man patted the dust on the steps and sat down slowly, supporting his knees.

"Oh~ That's just right. I'm going to take a break today, so I won't cook."

"My back aches from cooking every day. I am so tired. My arms and legs are old..."

Wu Xie:.......

I think I understand a little bit.

He immediately went to massage the fat man's shoulders and said with a flattering smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Fatty. How is the strength? Is it appropriate?"

The fat man nodded pretentiously, "Just barely enough, as if I hadn't eaten."

Isn’t it just that you didn’t eat?

Wu Xie hung his face behind the fat man, moved his mouth silently twice, and pointed his middle finger at the back of the fat man's head.

You are said to be fat and you still have asthma?

But Wu Xie was worried that he would lose a cook in the future, so he could only try his best to say good things about the fat man.

"Thank you for your hard work, Fatty. You take a rest today! I'll order some takeout!"

Wu Xie smiled and begged for mercy: "I'm in a hurry to use it. I didn't think too much about it. So, I'll buy you a better one next time! If you have any requirements, just let me know, I will definitely satisfy you!"

The fat man took off his apron and glanced at Wu Xie with his small eyes: "You said that!"

Wu Xie nodded.

The fat man suddenly smiled in a sly way, making Wu Xie feel like he had fallen into a trap.

"I want to buy the latest game console. It has been added to your shopping cart. Remember to pay~"

Aren’t you going to buy a pot?

Wu Xie was stunned after hearing what he heard. For a moment he didn't know whether to ask the fat man how he got his mobile phone and added the game console to his shopping cart?

Still asking: "Where's the pot?"

The fat man pointed to the iron pot on the ground and said, "Isn't this it?"

Wu Xie: "...Isn't it dirty?"

The fat man smiled and said, "It's not like you're going to use it to collect shit or urine. The coal, ash, and whatever else is all clean. Just brush it. This pot dumpling is durable."

There are still many bad people in this world.

Feeling betrayed, Wu Xie felt like cold hail was hitting his face and he hugged himself silently.

He just said it!

Why does it seem like the fat guy has been particularly active in cooking recently? Every time I ask him what he wants to eat!

In the past, Fatty cooked as he pleased, often creating some of his own unique dark dishes. But if the food tasted good, he could eat it, and if he didn’t want to eat it, he could get out. So who cared what the food tasted?

After all, those who don’t cook have no say.

No wonder I haven’t eaten his dark cuisine recently. He always asks me what I want to eat. It turns out he is waiting for him here!

So that’s it!

It turned out to be like this!!!

Wu Xie's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

The fat man was afraid that he would go back on his word: "My Third Master, once you say something, you can't go back on your word. Don't go back on your word~"

Then he immediately joined the roasted sweet potato team with great interest.

Start getting ready.

"Tian Zhen, when can we eat?"

“Open fire roasting is the best!”

The fat man smelled the scent and asked greedily.

Wu Xie: "..."

I really want to kick this pot over!!!

"What's wrong? Are you upset?" Seeing Wu Xie ignoring him, the fat man came close to him, almost kissing him, and said, "Our friendship is going to fall apart just for a little money?"

Wu Xie pushed him away, not wanting to pay attention to him, and just said, "Don't do it again! Also, don't take my phone secretly!!!"

Fatty: "Oh~ The kids have grown up and now they have their own little secrets?"

Wu Xie pretended to slap him, but the fat man dodged with a smile: "Alright, alright! See if the sweet potato is ready?"

Wu Xie took a small wooden stick and rummaged around in the iron pot full of wood ash. He poked each sweet potato in the pot, felt the texture, and said, "It should be ready soon."

The fat man groaned, looked at Wu Xie in disbelief and asked, "You just poked that dirty stick in?! Is that dirty?"

Wu Xie laughed out loud when he heard this, feeling like he had won back a point, and said, "It's not clean, but you won't get sick if you eat it!"

After all, the iron pan is not specially designed for roasting sweet potatoes in winter. The number of sweet potatoes that can be roasted at one time is limited. Wu Xie was afraid that the ones that were too big would not be cooked well, so he only put in a few small ones.

Several people sat in a circle around the iron pot, putting their hands above the pot to keep warm, chatting while waiting for the sweet potatoes to come out of the pot. They seemed to be sitting in the backyard of their own home, feeling contented.

Of course, the sweet potatoes that were baked the first time went into the stomachs of several of them.

Some curious tourists also stood aside to watch. People living in the city had never seen such a novelty, but most of them were attracted by the conversation between Wu Xie and the fat man. They stood aside, seemingly drooling over the sweet potatoes, but in fact they thought that what Wu Xie and the fat man said was very interesting, as they were things they had never heard of before.

The fat man noticed the ulterior motives of these people and winked at Wu Xie, so Wu Xie shut up and silently lowered his head to turn the sweet potatoes in the pot.

The fat man then naturally began to change the subject, talking nonsense about some ghosts and monsters, and smiled and talked to the brothers who had been standing and eavesdropping on their conversation, like a hospitable host: "Would you like to sit down and warm yourself by the fire? It's very cold today."

"It will take a while for the sweet potatoes to be ready."

A few people smiled. Those who didn't plan to buy sweet potatoes left with their hands behind their backs. Those who planned to buy stood and waited for a while, and after buying the sweet potatoes that were steamed in the residual heat, they also left.

Suddenly, the area around them became deserted.

"Let's pack up and go to Louwailou for lunch?" Wu Xie suggested.

Man is iron and food is steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry. Since you don't have a pot, even if you don't have money, you can't treat yourself badly.

"Okay! Let's go!" The fat man clapped his hands and stood up on his knees.

After Wu Xie and Fatty finished their meal, they strolled back and found that the iron pot they had used in front of the door had been extinguished by someone by pouring water on it. It was wet and cold.

The fat man looked around and cursed: "Who did this? Get out here! You coward who dares to do it but not take responsibility!!!"

"It must be our competitors who are jealous of our good business and did this on purpose!" The fat man said firmly, "I'll go and reason with them!"

Wu Xie walked to the pot, looked down, and shook his head, saying, "The boilers we use to roast sweet potatoes have not been turned off. It may not be those colleagues. Don't blame them wrongly. In the middle of winter, it is not easy for anyone to support a family..."

He asked the fat man: "Do you think the water is urine or water?"

The fat man was speechless: "Why don't you smell it yourself? I'd better go and comfort our competitors."

"Brother, help me stop him!" Wu Xie held his forehead and shouted to the brother as he watched the fat man who was about to leave.

The fat man didn't have time to brake, and nearly bumped into Zhang Qiling's chest. Zhang Qiling grabbed his shoulder in time to hold him up. He turned around and yelled at Wu Xie, "Damn it! You little naive kid, are you a Bodhisattva in Nirvana? How can you tolerate this?"

At this moment, the fat man felt the hand on his shoulder squeezing him harder, as if warning him not to yell at Wu Xie.

The fat man turned his head and looked at Zhang Qiling who had an "innocent look" in front of him. He looked no different from before.

It seemed as if what happened just now was just an accident.

But the fat man was very sure that it was not his illusion just now. For someone like Zhang Qiling who had super control over every muscle in his body, it was impossible for him to be careless...

All the guys did it on purpose!

The fat man stared at Zhang Qiling with a look of despair, and questioned with his eyes: I didn't expect you to be such a person!

It seems that every time I argued with Tian Zhen, although he looked calm, calm and indifferent, he was secretly wanting to beat me up.

Enough is enough, this life is really unbearable. Why should I, a fat guy, not have a name to support the three of us?

"Fatty? Fatty!?" Wu Xie stretched out his hand and waved in front of the fat man, "What's wrong with you? You look so bitter. I just peed in the pot you cooked in. There's no need to be so desperate, right? I'll just buy you a new one."

When the fat man came to his senses, Zhang Qiling had already let go of his hand and disappeared into the shop.

"I want to change to the most expensive one!" said the fat man gritting his teeth.

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Wu Xie agreed readily, pushed him inside to enjoy the air conditioning, and stood outside to deal with these things.

"Little Third Master! You're back?"

When Wu Xie heard this familiar voice, he felt that some bad luck was about to befall him again.

He had almost grown calluses on his ears from hearing this voice, and he knew who the person was without even turning around.

"What brings you here again?" Wu Xie turned around with a forced smile and saw the scenic area manager holding a big red can in his hand.

It seemed to be telling him clearly what had just happened here.

Wu Xie pointed at the iron pot and asked like an old father who found out his child was still wetting the bed, "You peed?!"

The scenic area manager put down the fire extinguisher he had been carrying all the way, his cheeks flushed because of Wu Xie's guess (in fact, it was probably because the weather was too cold, but it didn't matter, Wu Xie's imagination = the truth, after all, who would ask right away if it was your urine QAQ), his expression was a little embarrassed, and he shook his head to clarify: "It's not urine, I used water from West Lake."

Wu Xie:......

Water is just water, why do we have to emphasize that it is water from West Lake?