Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

Chapter 287 Cooking Noodles...

The superiors enjoy playing with their prey, waiting for them to escape and become exhausted before catching them and killing them.

The woodcutter felt that he might be the unlucky prey.

"Hurry up and go!" The little devil in the kitchen pushed him away, "Who has time to play catch with you?"

I’m giving you face, right?

What kind of person is this? He means well but takes it for granted.

The little demon exerted force and the woodcutter was pushed several steps away.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving. Can you please stop pushing me?"

"hurry up!"

Yinwu Mountain gradually left Tang Shan and the others behind.

After traveling for several days, they arrived at a city.

Tang Shan dismounted and slowly walked through the three-story gate into the city.

The streets were deserted, with only a few shops scattered across the huge main street. The rest were either closed or had signs saying they were for sale.

There were very few people on the street, and the few who were there all looked pale and thin, with tattered clothes.

Master and disciple Tang Shan looked around curiously and saw several people in green standing under the gatehouse not far away.

They looked better than other passers-by, but they all had sad faces and sighed.

"It's strange. There's not a single restaurant open on this street."

Bajie just came back from patrolling the streets. He thought that since he had finally arrived in a town, he would be able to have a good meal, but what happened?

His eyes fell on a mobile noodle stall along the street, where a white-haired old man was holding two small balls of noodles tightly.

On the dark, weather-beaten old face, a pair of bright eyes looked around vigilantly.

The wooden sign was marked with black charcoal: A bowl of vermicelli costs ten taels of gold.

Good guy, he could have just asked for money, but he still insisted on giving me some noodles.

"Master, look, there are people who are even more ruthless than you in robbing money."

Bajie couldn't help but joked that he didn't expect that even a master like him would meet an opponent.

Tang Shan didn't tolerate it and glared at him, "Are you itching for trouble?"

Wukong received the command and was about to reach out to grab the golden cudgel.

"I was wrong. I am guilty."

Bajie quickly half-knelt down, his height just at Tang Shan's shoulders, and put on a humble attitude to admit his mistake.

But he didn't care at all, he would dare to do it again next time.

goo goo-

Tang Shan's stomach sent out hunger signals at the right time, and all the disciples' eyes were focused on her.

"Well," Sha Seng asked, "Master, how about we buy a bowl of noodles?"

Although it is expensive, we can’t let Master starve.

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples' stomachs began to growl.

Tang Shan: It seems that there will be no success without heavy bleeding.

"Boss, I'm hungry, give me four bowls of noodles--"

As soon as he sat down, Bajie couldn't wait to order food.

The boss came tremblingly, his voice low and hoarse like a rusty old machine, "Forty taels of gold."

He spread out his cracked palms, meaning that he would collect the money first and then cook the noodles.

Bajie was confused. Do they really need so much?

"Lao Deng, why don't you go and rob it?"

"Isn't that what we are fighting for?"

The boss has lived in Fengxian County for most of his life. In the past three years, there has been drought and no rain.

Crops cannot be grown in the fields, and there is no harvest. Food and water are more expensive than gold.

He took out the little food that was left in his house, just to see if he could make some money so that he could leave his hometown and take his family to seek a living outside.

"Forehead…"

Tang Shan took money out of his pocket at snail's pace, and his disciples stared at him without blinking.

His eyes were filled with the thought: Master, please give me the money quickly.

Tang Shan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, counted four gold bars with her fingers, and handed them over with reluctance.

Bajie quickly grabbed the gold and threw it into the boss's hand, saying, "Hurry up and get me something to eat."

Holding the heavy object in his palm, the boss's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

I didn't expect that when I tried my luck today, he actually encountered it!

He quickly bowed and nodded in thanks, "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

Sha Seng picked up the teapot on the wooden table and wanted to pour a cup of tea for his master to quench his thirst, but it came out light and fluffy.

He opened the lid and looked inside. The teapot was drier than his face.

Seeing this, the apprentice gathered in front of the boss's noodle stall and was about to ask him to get some tea.

Before he could finish his words, he saw a horrifying scene.

The boss picked up an old rag from the stove and wiped his face several times, then evenly wiped the side used to wipe his face on the casserole.

Wukong frowned, Bajie was ready to swear, and Sha Seng found it difficult to speak.

The three of them looked at each other in confusion. Is this how noodles are cooked?

Seeing that they were motionless, Tang Shan went forward to check curiously, and saw the boss repeating the scene just now, evenly smearing his facial oil on the two casseroles?

Um... this...

She felt like she was full for the next meal.

"Hello, what are you doing?"

With the utmost goodwill, Tang Shan decided it would be better to ask clearly.

After receiving the money, the boss will be happy and willing to answer questions patiently.

"After three years of drought, there's nothing left to press oil."

He put the rag back in its place. "But noodles won't taste good without oil. It's summer now, and my face produces a lot of oil, so I can use this."

The boss is still thankful that it is summer now. If it were winter, the oil on his face would be gone.

"vomit--"

Tang Shan turned around quickly, covered her mouth, and felt something churning in her stomach, wanting to burst out.

Damn it, what did she just hear? How could there be such a disgusting and inhumane operation?

How did the boss come up with this idea? Don’t let other unscrupulous businessmen learn from him in the future.

My disciples are all well-known, is this okay?

Although they also felt disgusted, they were much more accepting of it than Tang Shan.

After all, as a fairy, she could eat human flesh raw. In comparison, human oil is not so difficult to accept.

The boss quickly poured the little remaining water into the pot, and then licked the bottle mouth clean with his tongue, not wanting to waste a single drop.

The water started to boil, and the boss broke the already small ball of noodles into half in front of his apprentices, turning the portion for two into that for four.

Bajie was so upset that his face was covered with black lines. These few pieces of hair were not enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

"Lao Deng, you're going too far."

"Hehehe, it's good to have something to eat, don't be disgusted."

The boss, drooling, put the noodles into four slightly cracked bowls.

Tang Shan's brows were furrowed the whole time. What does it mean to not be disgusted?

She spent a full forty taels of gold! And she couldn't even be disgusted by that?

If you think about it carefully, the total amount she has spent since she came to the world of Journey to the West is less than forty taels of gold!

In the bowl, there was half a bowl of turbid water, and the amount of white flour in it was clearly countable.

The boss attentively handed Tang Shan the chopsticks, which were two thin sticks made of bamboo, one end big and the other small, with no burrs on the surface.

Tang Shan took it with a wry smile and stirred the noodles in the bowl a few times.

There was some fine yellow gravel and green sediment around the edge of the bowl.

"Um, have you washed the dishes?"