Monk, let go of that little zombie

Xiachu handed the cow rope to the monk who gave him and Dongduan meals every time: "Little master, you have to feed it well, and the raw materials for the milk soup I eat every day will be squeezed from it!"

The monk pulled the rope, at a loss.

Xia Chu looked at him twice: "It's been so many days, I still don't know your name."

"The name of the little monk is Xuansu."

"It's a nice name." Xia Chu was in a good mood, his lips seemed to be smeared with honey, "It is especially suitable for your handsome face. When you return to vulgarity, you will definitely marry a beautiful wife."

"Benefactor Xia!" Xuan Su's fair face flushed suddenly, "Little, little monk has already become a monk, no, don't talk about marriage."

Xia Chu turned around on Xuan Su's bald head: "Oh, look at this little..."

Before he finished speaking, he was tapped on the top of his head, and Dong Mo's cold voice sounded: "Don't bully the junior."

Xia Chu clutched the top of his aching head, looking at Dong Mo's hand, what did the stinky monk hit him with, why was it so painful!

Dongmo said to Xuansu: "Take the cow down and feed it well."

"Uncle Master, how do you feed this cow?" Xuan Su had a bitter face.

Dong Mo looked at Xia Chu, and Xia Chu patted his chest: "I'll go back to my room later and write down the breeding method for you."

Only then did Xuan Su feel relieved, and couldn't help but glance at Xia Chu, thinking that Master Xia Shi was quite good-looking, why did he speak so out of tune.

At the end of winter, he took the first day of junior high school to find Kong Wu, and gave Kong Wu the check he got—Kong Wu had full authority to find someone to take care of the Yuanqing Palace and the Buddha statues inside.

Facing the new sponsorship fee, Kong Wu could not close his mouth from ear to ear, his beard was shaking so much that Xia Chu couldn't help stretching out his hand to pull it.

Xia Chu really wanted to ask him if he knew how the sponsorship fee came from, but on second thought, maybe it was an unspoken secret between his seniors and brothers, and if he asked him, he would lose his eyes.

After returning to the monk's room, Xia Chu took out a pen and paper and began to silently write the methods of raising and milking cows that Zhang Junda, the farm owner, told him, but he got stuck just after writing.

It's over, I forgot all about it, Xia Chu looked confused.Zhang Junda said so much, he remembered it clearly at the time, but a few hours later, he couldn't remember it.

While biting the tip of his pen and scratching his ears and cheeks, Dongmo's faint voice sounded, Zhang Junda's feeding method and milking method were transformed and Dongmo said it in his jargon.

"Monk, you are an angel!" Chu Xia was pleasantly surprised. He never expected Mo Dong to write it all down. He wrote down everything Dong Mo said.

Mo Dong shook his head helplessly. He had expected that Chu Xia would not be able to remember, so he listened carefully when Zhang Junda narrated.

After finishing writing, Xia Chu skipped to the cafeteria and handed the small book to Xuan Su: "Xuan Su, little master, you must feed my rations until I become fat."

"Little monk, work hard." Xuan Su nodded with a serious face, and Xia Chu was so happy that he stretched out his hand to stroke the latter's bald head, and then ran away.

Xuansu: "..."

After a few seconds, a famous monk said: "Senior brother Xuansu, you have been molested."

Xuan Su: "...can I complain to Master Uncle?"

Xiachu gradually got used to life in the temple, because of the end of winter, the monks respected him very much and would not disobey him easily—except for every vegetarian meal, every time he ate, it was torture for Xiachu.Under such persecution, gradually, he was able to extract a lot of energy from vegetarian food, but he still did not like vegetarian food.

Seeing that he is so obedient, Mo Dong ordered the kitchen to cook each meal more delicately for Chu Chu if conditions permit, as this zombie has a higher acceptance of some good-looking food.

So much so that everyone in the temple knew that the young man brought back by Master Uncle was very picky eater and had to eat milk soup every day. The treatment is unique.

All the monks secretly speculated about the relationship between the end of winter and the beginning of summer.

——The monk also loves to gossip!

On this day, when late winter woke up, Xia Chu also woke up. Usually, when late winter woke up to do morning classes, he was definitely still lying on the bed and sleeping in the dark.

Dong Mo was a little surprised: "Why did you wake up so early today?"

Xia Chu yawned: "I promised Xuan Su last night that I will go to morning class with you today."

Dong Mo frowned.

Xia Chu kept yawning, his eyes drooping: "Xuansu said that as long as I go to morning class with you today, I will make colorful balls for me at noon."

——Wucai meatballs are a new dish specially thought up by several monks in the back kitchen for the beginning of summer. They use different colors of vegetables to squeeze out different color vegetable juices, use these vegetable juices and flour separately, and then knead them into balls and throw them in. Fry in an oil pan, and after frying and letting it cool, there are brightly colored colorful balls.

Xia Chu fell in love with eating it once a few days ago, but it is time-consuming to make colorful meatballs, and the back chef cannot make it for him every day. Last night he begged Xuan Su to make it for him. He made a condition to let him go to class.

For the colorful balls, for his stomach, of course Xia Chu happily agreed.

There is a bathroom next to the monk's room, and washing is naturally in there. On weekdays, he gets up late in early summer, and by the time he wakes up to wash, he has finished his morning classes in late winter.

In other words, this time they have to wash together.

Although the bathroom is decorated in an antique style, the utensils are very modern, such as towels, soap, toothpaste and toothbrush... At the beginning of summer, I stared at the end of winter while brushing my teeth.

What would this monk be like brushing his teeth, would he be full of foam and wash his face like him?What about pee?

Mo Dong's hand that was about to grab the toothbrush stopped, and after a while, he came out of the bathroom: "I give you 5 minutes to clean yourself. If you exceed 5 minutes, you will have morning lessons in Qiankun Body."

Xia Chu: "..."

Hearing the seriousness in Dong Mo's tone, he didn't dare to delay any longer, cleaned himself up with a few swishes, and checked the time, four minutes and thirty-five seconds, perfect.

After Mo Dong entered the bathroom and closed the door, Chu Xia pressed his head hard against the bathroom door.

"Chu Xia!" Mo Dong's sullen voice came out.

Xia Shi straightened up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, turned around and entered the room.

Don't you just want to hear what he is doing, stingy.

Mo Dong in the bathroom wiped his face with a towel and sighed softly.