Chapter 162: Boss Lu, You Are My Fan
Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Boss Lu, You Are My Fan
"Let go of that little monk?"
This was something Fang Xian could not tolerate. His brows shot up in anger. He strode over and snapped at Lu Wu, intending to rescue the tormented little monk.
Lost in the pleasure of stroking the bald head, Lu Wu’s mind blanked for a second before she replied reflexively.
"Let him go so you can have a turn?"
’This little bald head was just too fun to pat. She really couldn’t bear to let go.’
"..."
Fighting was forbidden here. Fang Xian, who had been about to give Lu Wu a stern lecture, found his mouth sealed shut by her words.
"Little Master Fang Hui, don’t misunderstand. I’m not with her."
"She’s a heretic!"
He explained hastily, having just seen this woman fly up here sitting on a stall with giant wings.
Someone who indulged in such comforts would never be a companion of his.
"Huh?"
Lu Wu let go, and the little monk looked up.
His face held no tears. Instead, with a dazed smile, the little monk stared at Fang Xian for a moment before realizing he had misunderstood.
"You’ve misunderstood, sir. Big Sister isn’t bullying me."
"I was just drinking bubble tea."
The little monk absolutely loved the smooth, creamy taro paste.
He remembered the taro bun his master had once given him. That was the very bun that had saved him from starvation, and it was why he had entered the Buddhist Sect.
He once thought there could be nothing in the world more delicious than that bun. Now he understood. He had been too narrow-minded.
’Big Sister’s taro paste blew that bun out of the water.’
A bit of milk foam still clung to the corner of the little monk’s mouth, and he couldn’t hold back his smile.
Lu Wu wiped it away with a handkerchief. The little monk said shyly, "Thank you, Big Sister."
Watching this affectionate scene, Fang Xian felt like the villain in a story who tries to break up a happy couple.
’Pah! Little Master Fang Hui has long since entered the Buddhist Sect. How could he be one half of a "happy couple" with a heretic? Besides, their ages don’t even match!’
The more he thought about it, the more confused Fang Xian became. He felt his Dao Heart beginning to waver.
"Fellow Daoist, you seem quite worked up. How about a cup of bubble tea to cool down?"
Lu Wu didn’t take Fang Xian’s offense to heart.
’So he ran his mouth a little. He meant well, after all.’
’At worst, she’d just cut a few corners when she made his bubble tea later. It’s not like anyone would notice.’
’Yep, she was just that generous.’
"Sir, the bubble tea is delicious! You should try it. Even the Sweeping Martial Uncle likes to drink it."
The little monk piped up to help Lu Wu.
"The Sweeping Martial Uncle..."
Hearing this form of address, Fang Xian couldn’t help but recall the Sweeping Monk he had met outside the temple when he visited the Heavenly Buddha Temple at this time last year.
His words, which had seemed like nonsensical ramblings, had illuminated a problem that had plagued Fang Xian for a long time.
After his sudden enlightenment, he went to look for the monk again but couldn’t find him.
He had asked around later and only learned that everyone at the Heavenly Buddha Temple called him "Sweeping Martial Uncle" with great respect.
He guessed that the man was a great Cultivator.
But how could a great Cultivator like him enjoy this... bubble tea stuff?
Fang Xian didn’t believe it.
But he knew a little about Little Monk Tianhui. The boy had a natural Buddha Heart and never lied.
Fang Xian hesitated.
And in Lu Wu’s eyes, hesitation was a sign he was tempted.
So Lu Wu pressed her advantage.
’She had to sell this corner-cutting bubble tea.’
"Come on, Fellow Daoist, give it a try. I guarantee it’s more than worth the price."
"Especially this Smashed Lemon Tea! Smashing day-old lemons gives it a unique flavor. You’ll definitely regret it if you miss out."
Lu Wu’s coaxing tone was just like that of a wicked woman luring an innocent victim.
However, the little monk, who had been completely conquered by the bubble tea, now saw Lu Wu through a rose-tinted filter.
’Big Sister is so nice.’
"Fine. Can’t you make it a little cheaper?"
Fang Xian was persuaded, but frowned when he saw the price.
’This expensive? Why don’t you just rob people?’
"Nope."
’Isn’t this what she was doing? Robbery in broad daylight, at that.’
"One Smashed Lemon Tea, right? Just a moment."
Without waiting for Fang Xian to choose, Lu Wu made the decision for him. She couldn’t be helped; after all, the lemon tea had the simplest recipe of all her drinks.
She put in some lemon slices, then half of a small green lime. Lu Wu flashed Fang Xian a wide, toothy grin and declared...
"I smash!"
The muddler went THWACK THWACK THWACK against the cup. Seeing her force and expression, Fang Xian suspected this boss was imagining him as the lemon she was brutalizing.
The rhythmic sound made the little monk bob his head as he drank his bubble tea.
SLURP, SLURP!
The constant slurping made Fang Xian unable to resist looking over.
’Is it really that good?’
Little Master Tianhui was smiling so hard his eyes had practically disappeared.
The little monk, nearly full, looked at his now-empty second cup, then reached for the first one he had set aside earlier.
’He decided not to save it.’
’A delicacy like this should be finished off quickly. Leaving it would be a sin.’
’Master said that cultivation requires one to follow their heart.’
’And he was very obedient.’
"Fellow Daoist, your lemon tea is ready."
While Fang Xian was lost in thought, Lu Wu presented the lemon tea.
"Thanks."
He tossed down the Spirit Stones. Meeting Lu Wu’s seemingly harmless smile, Fang Xian couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a conspiracy afoot.
’She didn’t drug it, did she?’
Fang Xian held the cup to his lips for a long time, unable to make up his mind.
"Fellow Daoist, it’s best to finish the lemon tea before the ice melts, or the flavor will get watered down."
This kind reminder from Lu Wu prompted Fang Xian to raise the cup and take a small sip.
Mmm...
’A little sour, a little sweet, and a little bitter, but... it’s delicious.’
Wisps of coolness carrying hints of sweetness instantly quenched his parched body. Fang Xian had been physically and mentally exhausted from the long climb up.
But after one gulp of lemon tea, the coolness seemed to flip a switch inside him. His fatigue vanished, and even his spirits were significantly lifted.
The inner heat generated by his ascetic cultivation dissipated in that instant.
This one cup of lemon tea was more effective than any calming Spell.
Fang Xian was stunned.
The suspicion in his heart grew, but this time, in a good way.
’He began to wonder if this boss was some powerful expert in disguise, here to amuse herself, just like the Sweeping Monk who had enlightened him before. They were both seniors.’
’Thinking about it that way, his earlier thoughts seemed rather petty.’
’Her patting the little monk’s head... no matter how you look at it, it was like a grandmother doting on her own grandson.’
’A dirty eye sees filth in everyone. He had to change.’
Lu Wu, who had just been mentally aged up to a grandmother, was not surprised by Fang Xian’s reaction. But through his suddenly enlightened gaze, she saw something... presumptuous.
Holding the cup, Fang Xian couldn’t even bring himself to savor it slowly.
The cool lemon tea made him chug it like an ox. GULP, GULP. With a few big gulps, the cup was empty.
He didn’t even spare the leftover lemon slices, popping them in his mouth, chewing for a good while, and then swallowing.
’A bit sour, but so refreshing.’
Feeling refreshed from head to toe, Fang Xian stretched his limbs. He felt like he could run up and down the mountain several more times.
"Boss..."
Just as Fang Xian was about to order another, he saw a crowd of young monks pour out from the gates of the Heavenly Buddha Temple.
They swarmed over. One of the monks shoved him aside with his butt, then rushed frantically to the front of Lu Wu’s stall.
"Boss Lu, you’re my fan! I want some bubble tea!"