Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Bimonthly shops are doing very well.

It's not very good in a broad sense, but it means that it can maintain the level of opening every day.

But if you really want to say it, it doesn't actually reflect the real situation of the store.

After all, those who patronize the shops seem to be all the immortals who can't bear curiosity and come to inquire.

Inquire, just inquire, after all, there are thin-skinned people who will always buy something, isn't this a customer?

The purpose of the devils opening the shop is to make money, so they don't care what those people spend the money for.

And they are very confident in the quality of their own things, and they are not afraid of them finding fault in turn.

But that being said, it would be even better if those who come to find fault every day can give up.

The monks sent by Changtian Sect stood in front of the shop in three shifts, so crowded that the inspectors on the other side of the Bell Tower had no place to stand. Simply, Rongxi sorted out an empty room in the backyard of the shop, hoping they could move .

Her business here really doesn't need to be guarded like this.

The people from Changtianzong refused, but the people from Juanling Tower saw that the steps they had planned to move stopped moving again.

Rongxi told Shen Mo Tang about this, and Mo Mo Tang sent two mustard seeds directly.

"Let them stay inside, or I'll help them stay inside."

So on the seventh day after the opening of the Shuangyue shop, none of the four or five monks who had been guarding the door of the shop could be seen anymore.

And beside the door frame of the shop, a mustard was hidden in it. Inside the mustard, many monks who were less restrained gathered together, and they were no longer clearly divided into two factions, chatting with each other.

Naturally, these are not mustard seeds given by Shen Tang, but provided by Chang Tianzong. Juanling Tower doesn't matter so much, but Chang Tianzong took the lead, so I am embarrassed to use Shen Tang's, so I have to feel at ease. Tianzong's mustard seeds are used.

Shen Motang didn't care when he learned about this, he was holding a white porcelain bowl with a spoon to eat the leftover Laba rice from yesterday.

Opposite him was Zhao Wan.

This was the first time he saw Zhao Wan since the store opened.

Sure enough, Zhao Wan was still in trouble, he thought.

Because there was no news from Zhao Wan, Mo Motang was really worried, and tried to send letters to Zhao Wan several times, but Zhao Wan never replied.

Even sitting in front of him at this moment, Zhao Wan still seemed absent-minded.

Mo Motang silently scooped up a spoonful of Laba rice and put it into his mouth, his gaze fell on Zhao Wan's face, trying to see something from Zhao Wan's face.

Can't see anything.

Laba rice was cooked by Song Bai, with sugar added in it, it tasted sweet, but Mo Motang couldn't chew the taste.

Scooping up another spoonful, Mo Motang was about to put it to his mouth, but suddenly stopped when he thought of something.

Moving his eyes down, he moved to the almost untouched bowl of Laba rice in Zhao Wan's hand, and asked, "Ah Wan likes salty food?"

After finishing speaking, Mo Motang himself was shocked, did he want to ask this?

Looking up at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan didn't seem to feel anything wrong, she shook her head slowly and said, "I can do it."

Mo Motang put down the spoon, undisguised, doubts written all over his face, "I may not be quite right when I say this, but did Ah Wan really come out through a serious way?"

Zhao Wan was puzzled, and asked back, "Serious?"

Mo Motang nodded quickly, and hastily explained: "Ah Wan hasn't responded to my summons these days, so I was wondering if your suzerain made things difficult for you, put you under house arrest, or something like that. "

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously raised her hand to cover her lips, with a bit of disbelief.

After a while, Zhao Wan suddenly sighed softly and said, "Tangtang is serious. I'm not embarrassed. I just couldn't find a chance to contact Tangtang."

Zhao Ling didn't like his capriciousness, his "judgment for himself", and his siding with the Mozong.

So as soon as he returned to the sect, he was called in front of Zhaoling, listening to his chatter, listening to his grievances between immortals and demons, listening to him angrily denouncing Shuangyuezong's bad intentions, and listening to him chilling him.

But this time, he refused to compromise with Zhao Ling.

No matter how Zhaoling questioned and cried, he never escaped. He looked directly at his suzerain, his father, expressed his views, and showed his budding self.

This is his first time, not to accept something from Zhao Ling, but to express something to Zhao Ling.

At that moment, he saw Zhao Ling's panic, but at that moment, he also saw a certain relief hidden under the shell of Zhao Ling.

That is a little bit of calmness as a father after abandoning utilitarianism and responsibility.

After that, Zhao Ling talked to him a lot, and said whatever he thought of, as if to Zhao Wan, or to himself.

Zhao Wan just listened to him talking about his mother, his mother's last wish, and how he missed her.

This was also strange to Zhao Wan, Zhao Ling never mentioned his mother to him, and he never knew that the short-term suzerain when Changtian Sect was founded was actually his mother.

Zhaoling took over the Changtian Sect, and followed his mother's last wish to grow the Changtian Sect almost persistently, but in the end, the woman who should be known the most was removed from everyone's sight.

Zhao Wan's heart was very heavy, he ignored Zhao Ling's choked sobs, ignored Zhao Ling's instantly aged back, ignored the hoarse voice of the long sword to persuade him to stay, and came here.

If it was Mo Motang, he felt that he could forget, forget this unhappiness, forget the rising anger.

A small black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and upon closer inspection, it was a spoon full of Laba rice.

It was Mo Motang who was holding the spoon, as if coaxing a child, he said, "Ah~"

Zhao Wan was at a loss, but somehow, he obediently opened his mouth.

Mo Motang fed him Laba rice, his clear purple eyes sparkled with a smile.

"If you are unhappy, let it go. Laba rice is not good if it is cold."

Zhao Wan looked at him for a moment, and after a while, finally started to chew.

Mo Motang heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't think Zhao Wan really didn't feel embarrassed, but it seemed that Zhao Wan really didn't lie to him, there must be something else happened.

And he felt that Zhao Wan didn't want to mention it.

In this way, the reason for Zhao Wan's absent-mindedness was found, and it is very likely that he came to him to escape.

That's pretty good, at least it shows that Zhao Wan still trusts him a lot.

If it made Zhao Wan feel better, he would have no problem at all.

He conveniently dug a spoonful of Laba Rice for himself to eat, Shen Mo Tang decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being, so that Zhao Wan could take it easy.

But before he could bite the rice off the spoon, he realized that Zhao Wan was looking at him.

looked at him in shock.

Pupils vibrate violently.

Mo Motang was startled, and didn't know what he was shocked about, so he just bit down on the spoon, touched his face with his free hand, and said vaguely: "What's wrong? Is it sticky rice pear?"

Zhao Wan shook her head with a stiff neck, but her gaze slowly moved down, falling on the spoon in his mouth for an instant.

Mo Motang was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out the spoon in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, and saw himself gradually turning red in the reflection of the spoon.

Dreadful! ! !

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It took a lot of effort for Mo Motang to cool down his heat, and opened his fingers a little to look at Zhao Wan.

I saw that Zhao Wan was still avoiding her gaze, her eyes were drooping, and the roots of her ears were red, no matter how she looked, she didn't seem to have recovered.

Mo Motang's conscience hurt for a moment, he hesitated for a while and still struggled: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Zhao Wan nodded, and said inaudibly, "Yes."

Mo Motang's conscience hurts so much.

But Zhao Wan turned his gaze back after that, not that he was willing to look at him, but just looked at the white porcelain bowl in front of him, picked up the spoon, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Mo Motang laughed and said, "That's true."

People did not move.

No, what do you want him to do?

Grab a spoon and eat?But Zhao Wan clearly cared about it.

How about another spoon?Wouldn't it appear that he disliked Zhao Wan?

It doesn't matter what happens!

Can he do anything?

Tell him he does.

She secretly raised her eyes to look at Zhao Wan, and saw that he was slowly picking up the spoon to scoop up the rice, as if he was still in the aftershock, and only in the aftershock.

Mo Motang didn't even know what to say.

It seems that those things that bothered Zhao Wan, let him be disturbed, and along with Zhao Wan's shock, they were all gone.

This is definitely a good thing.

As for the rest, Mo Motang didn't want to comment.

He only looked back, looking at the small half bowl of Laba rice left in the bowl, and the spoon he threw into the bowl in panic, feeling complicated.

If only his hand shook a little and threw the spoon on the table just now, he would still have a reason to change and wash it, so it wouldn't be like this now.

Ugh.

"I don't care."

Eh?

Mo Motang raised his head and looked at the source of the voice.

Zhao Wan had already put down the spoon, fixed her eyes firmly on his eyes, and repeated: "If Tangtang doesn't mind, I don't care."

what.

How could this not mind.

He cares so much.

Everyone is going to be ashamed.

The heartbeat that was so easy to beat accelerated again, and the mind went blank.

This is too foul, it will exceed the range of friends.

The author has something to say:

So how did you come up with the idea of ​​feeding people?

Dang Tang: He, does he look sad?