Datang First Chef

Under normal circumstances, the content of the temple's vulgar lectures is often a variation of Buddhist scriptures, but sometimes in order to promote the teachings of Buddhist scriptures, or to spread the name of famous monks across the country, monks will also make secondary inventions and creations on the content of the vulgar lectures , Based on the reality, based on the newly edited vulgar content.

For example, the deeds of Tang Sanzang can be spread all over the country in a short period of time, and everyone knows the name of Master Xuanzang, thanks to the monks' popular teachings.

Mo Wenyuan also likes to join in the fun when the monks are speaking. There is no way that the entertainment activities in the Tang Dynasty are really poor. Apart from reading and studying recipes, you can also listen to the common lectures. He is still young, and Huajie Liuxiang has nothing to do with him .Because he was in Daxingshan Temple, Mo Wenyuan even learned ventriloquism from monk Huiyuan for a period of time, but he was not talented enough in this way, and he couldn't get the essence after repeated practice, so he let it go.

He never imagined that one day he would also become the protagonist of popular talk, thinking about it, his mood was even more delicate.

When the two arrived at the Jingtu Temple, a lot of people had already gathered outside the mountain gate. Qin Baichuan sighed: "I'm afraid that people from most of the county have come." Fortunately, the courtyard outside the mountain gate has a large area, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people. people.

The people in the front row were sitting on the ground, and the back row was full of people. Qin Baichuan said: "Do you want me to pick you up?" From their perspective, they could only see black heads.

Mo Wenyuan looked left and right, and found a big tree, he said repeatedly: "No need." Then he jumped up the tree like a monkey.

Seeing this, Qin Baichuan sighed in his heart: Mr. Mo Xiaolang is worthy of being the reincarnation of a Buddha. Not only can he subdue demons at such a young age, but he is also very agile, just like a martial arts master.

He has also heard the common lectures related to Tang Sanzang, and he knows that the master is handsome and has a heavy responsibility. When he was young, he practiced in various temples. While studying the scriptures, he can get a glimpse of the true meaning of martial arts. He also took a similar path, and his skills are very good.

Mo Wenyuan sat firmly on the thick branch, his eyesight was very good, and he saw the reflection of the head in the sun across the crowd.The secular monk of Jingtu Temple is not very old, maybe in his twenties. He sits cross-legged on a makeshift platform with his hands clasped together.When he spoke, his voice was as bright as a bell. Mo Wenyuan was afraid that he used some special pronunciation method so that everyone present could hear him clearly.

"However, a few days ago, the tofu boy from Chang'an City passed by Goushi County..."

Hearing these words, Mo Wenyuan almost fell off the tree, and the tofu boy saw the tofu boy again. The new nickname he only knew was known by many people in other places, and it was written into the popular jokes with a high-sounding sound.In another year, when the popular sayings spread, he has no doubt that "Tofu Boy" will become his official code name.

The common saying is still going on, the young monk knows what the audience wants to hear, so he described Mo Wenyuan's appearance very carefully, saying that his "face is like white jade", "skin is smoother than the surface of tofu", "like a New Year's painting "The fairy boy in the world" "In ten years' time, he will be as handsome as Master Sanzang".

Well, Master Sanzang, they actually compared me with Master Sanzang!Hearing this, Mo Wenyuan was about to despair, oh my god, didn't he just beat Shuo Jing violently?At best, it threatened to eat him, but it didn't do anything else!

The monk probably also thought the part of him threatening to eat Shuo Jing was very interesting. It happened to be supplemented by Chen Weng. The monk knew that Mo Wenyuan was an excellent cook, so he said that he had mastered hundreds of cooking methods and was extremely skilled. , Said that he wanted to cook Shuo Jing, the ghost trembled, and vowed to change his past.

In the end, he said the happy ending: "Shuo Shujing is now helping in the temple. He has reformed his past and devoted himself to the Buddha. This is the credit of Mo Xiaotong."

The audience in the audience was very enjoyable. Some clapped their hands and some cheered loudly. They dispersed contentedly. On the way home, they recalled the content of the vulgar speech with their neighbors. Take the story back to my hometown, and let others know about Tofu Boy's story of subduing demons.

Mo Xiaoyuan, a tofu boy, is going to be on fire!

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There was a sound of "dong dong dong" from the gate of the temple, and the little novice opened the door. Seeing that it was Mo Wenyuan, he was very surprised: "Master Mo, why are you here?"

This novice was the novice who opened the door for them at night a few days ago. Although Mo Wenyuan tried his best to hide his body behind others, he couldn't beat the young and middle-aged man who pushed him forward as a hero.In the end, as long as the monks in the Pure Land Temple know his appearance.

Mo Wenyuan laughed and said, "I have something to ask Shuo Jing."

The little novice first led him to a monk's room and placed him there, then said: "The almsgiver wait a moment, I will report to the master."

Before it was time for a cup of tea, a monk came over, led by the young monk, followed by the abbot of the Pure Land Temple.The abbot is not too old, about five or sixty years old, much younger than the abbot of Daxingshan Temple.

Mo Wenyuan also folded his hands together to greet the abbot, who bowed his head and said, "Why is Donor Mo here?"

"Come here for the mouse spirit." He said, "I heard that he escaped from Luoyang, and he once ravaged a family before he left."

The abbot said: "I don't know these things, why don't you ask Master Mo personally."

"Where is the Shuoji?"

The host raised his eyebrows and said, "I am reciting scriptures in front of the Buddha."

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

what? !

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Shuo Jing gave himself a dignified name, called Shu Yu Nei, which meant to encompass the whole world and conquer the world. Of course, he did not overthrow the Li and Tang Dynasty. The mouse spirit just listened to a certain owner shaking his head and explaining this sentence to the children of Kaimeng, and thought it was very cool, so he used it.

When he named himself, he naively thought, hey, if he can eat delicious food from all over the world, he will have no regrets.

It's a pity that he died in Goushi County before his Huanyu gourmet tour started. The reason is that he met a chef who was so skilled that he even wanted to cook monsters!After being threatened by Mo Wenyuan, Shu Yunei completely saw how terrifying human beings are, and his temperament changed drastically. He stayed in the temple every day, with morning bells and evening drums, and dedicated his whole body to Buddhism.

Shu Yunei: Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Avalokiteshvara, please don't let me be eaten by dangerous humans!

When Mo Wenyuan arrived at the ancestral hall, he saw the pious Shu Yunei. He held up the Buddhist scriptures with the mouse's paws, and stared at the pages with his two mung bean-sized eyes. It was obvious that he was a knowledgeable monster, and he could even read.

Shuo Shujing muttered a word: "So I heard that for a while, the Buddha was in the Lonely Garden in the country of Sravasti, and there were 250 people with the big bhikkhu..."

Several black lines hanging from Mo Wenyuan's forehead turned out to be the "Diamond Sutra".

Shuo Jing has a little over-understanding of "piety". Most of the temples in the Pure Land Temple are often used and cleaned cleanly, but when he recites scriptures, he just looks for the most dilapidated one.Mo Wenyuan looked in from the door, feeling helpless.

Dust accumulated in the meditation room, densely covered with cobwebs, and the weather was getting hotter. Flies, mosquitoes and other small insects came out to move around. Mo Wenyuan only saw flies and mosquitoes lingering around Shuo Jing, buzzing, buzzing, and he couldn't help hearing the loud noises. can hear.

The dexterous tail of the mouse moves in a spiral like the blade of a fan, as if it wants to drive away all the pests, but those small insects are like moths rushing to the flame, one wave after another, one wave after another.

It's also a rat with thick skin. If it were a human being, it would have been stung all over its body. The itching was so unbearable that it couldn't stay in the meditation room for a moment.

When Mo Wenyuan stepped into the gate, he was blown away by the musty smell. He immediately retracted his feet, pinched his nose and said, "Shuo rat!"

Shuo Shujing turned his head and saw that Mo Wenyuan's eyes widened suddenly. He put the Buddhist scriptures on the table that did not fall into dust, and went out respectfully saying: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang!"

Looking closely at his body, he still shivered a bit, it seemed that instead of a handsome boy in front of him, there was a bull's head and a horse's face, which was extremely terrifying.

Seeing him trembling, Mo Wenyuan sighed, "I'm not here to eat you, I just have something to ask you."

"Xiao Lang-jun, if you have anything to say, just ask, I, Shu Yunei, will know everything and say everything!"

Mo Wenyuan said: "Shu Yunei, the name is very imposing." Shuo Shujing and You Rongyan puffed out their chests.

"Did you live in Wang Langjun's house on the east-west side of the main street in Sishunfang?" He gestured, "A restaurant is next to Wang Langjun's house."

Shu Yunei said happily, "Mr. Xiao Lang actually knows where I used to live?"

Mo Wenyuan said in his heart: Come on, it really is the same monster, how lucky he is!

Shu Yunei began to babble about his transformation experience: "Wang Langjun's house is well established, it is located directly above the crypt, and it is full of spiritual energy. Before I came to his house, I had already developed spiritual wisdom, and I didn't want to cultivate it in just ten years. For the big increase, the body has become so huge."

"Then you ate everything from their house?"

Shuo Jing was embarrassed and said: "The body suddenly became bigger, and the appetite naturally increased. I couldn't help but ate all the things in the cellar in front of the hall."

Mo Wenyuan: "..." His hand was a little itchy, and he wanted to hit it on the head with a Zen stick.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Shuo Shujing had a strong desire to survive and said, "I have been reading Buddhist scriptures for the past few days, and I am more and more aware of my mistakes that day. I am trying to find a way to compensate Mr. Wang and the owner of the restaurant."

Mo Wenyuan said: "How to compensate?"

Shuo Jing said honestly: "You can return as much as you eat. I chant scriptures during the day and reclaim wasteland at night. I think I can catch up with Xia Zhong. At that time, I will explain to the Shuo Shu insects and birds that are active in the field ridges." , let them hunt and kill insects, and the harvest in the coming year will definitely be good.”

Mo Wenyuan imagined the scene of a giant mouse farming online, and shook his head violently, no, no, he really couldn't imagine it.

Now that the problem was clarified, Mo Wenyuan was ready to leave. He told Shuo Jing to "sincerely repent" and "compensate the sufferer" and left.

Shu Yunei lay prone on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

After Mo Wenyuan left, the young monk who gave a common lecture in front of the mountain gate came over with a smile and said to him, "What did Mr. Mo Xiaolang say?"

After Mo Wenyuan left, Shu Yunei had been in a state of imperial decree. He was so excited that some monk culture immediately crackled and recounted the conversation between Mo Wenyuan and him perfectly.

The monk's eyes lit up, and after talking with him, he quickly returned to the monk's room, sat down at the low table, and wrote with a pen.

"Mo Langjun's Three Teachings and Master Rat Spirit"

After writing the title, he tapped his chin with the end of the pen, turning the vague ideas into actual paragraphs.

As the latest saying goes, it's done!

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"Ah!" Mo Wenyuan, who was sitting on the donkey's back, sneezed again. Fortunately, he held his throat when he sneezed, so that his nose didn't come out.

Qin Baichuan asked concerned: "But did you catch the cold?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "No way, it's going to be summer soon, and you still catch the cold?" He stretched out his hand to wipe his nose, "I'm afraid someone is talking about me in private."

Qin Baichuan said with a smile: "With the reputation of Mr. Xiao Lang in Luoyang City, I am afraid that people will not be talked about all the time."

Mo Wenyuan shuddered and said: "Don't say any more, I was too cautious to hear it."

Qin Baichuan thought he was shy, so he smiled tolerantly and said, "There's no need to be too cautious. With Xiao Langjun's age and ability, in a few years, I'm afraid he will become a famous Buddha disciple in the world." He added, "The name of the chef It will surely go far.”

Mo Wenyuan murmured in his heart, the latter Yuanyang is almost the same, forget about Buddha and so on, he is obviously not ordained to become a monk, why everyone treats him as a monk reserve?

The donkey went to Luoyang City at sunset on the second day. After entering Sishun Square, passers-by rushed to greet him. For a while, everyone in the square knew the name of Mo Xiaolang.

"Mr. Mo Xiaolang!"

"How is Mr. Xiaolang today?"

"Can you make cauliflower today?"

Sitting on the back of a donkey, Mo Wenyuan looked left and right. When someone called him, he would put a smile on his face, and then waved his hand. He first felt that he was performing a low-end version of the champion parade, and then wanted to imitate the leader who stood on the car and shouted "Comrade" We have worked hard to serve the people."

He was delighted by his whimsical ideas, and laughed when he got off the donkey. When Li Sanniang, who came out to meet him, saw him, she curled her fingers on his forehead and pressed it: "What are you laughing at?"

Today, Li Sanniang is also very beautifully dressed, wearing a fiery red pomegranate dress. During the Zhenguan era, the economy made great leaps forward, the living standards of the residents got better and better, and the colors of the clothes became bright and colorful.Li Sanniang's family has nothing else to do, she has money, she is beautiful and has a beauty-loving nature, and Mo Wenyuan and her boss persuaded her to buy some brightly colored fabrics when she went to buy fabrics.

The flowers inserted in the hair bun were just cut this morning, the flowers are especially dewy in the center, and the flower discs hang down obliquely, which is very flavorful.When she walked into the street, the alleyway was illuminated by the light, and the men and women passing by couldn't help but look back at Li Sanniang a few more times.

Mo Wenyuan covered his head and exposed two small white teeth, which looked like a little white rabbit with steel teeth. He said, "Auntie is beautiful, I want to laugh."

Li Sanniang heard his poor words, and knocked on Guangjie's forehead again: "Yesterday, Mr. Wang's family came to look for you. I told you that you have something to go to and from Gou County, and you will return today."

Mo Wenyuan scratched his face with his fingers: "What does he want me for?"

Li Sanniang: "I don't know either."

The mother and son looked at each other face to face, and the person involved suddenly jumped out from the street. His face was flushed, and he raised his head forward. Xie Gong's clogs stepped on the muddy ground, and the dust was flying. It was because there were too many things on his cart, and he was exhausted from pulling the cart. Looking from a distance, he saw peonies of various colors clustered together, red, pink, black, yellow, all colors were available, it was really a float worthy of the name.

Pulling a heavy float and walking like flying is really difficult. The boy's lungs are like a bellows in operation, making the sound of "wheeze--" and "whee-chi-".

It's so hard!Mo Wenyuan suddenly felt sympathetic.

Wang Wei jumped up to Mo Wenyuan and said, "Mr. Mo Xiaolang, I'm sure you're back!"

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When guests come to the door, the host always has to say hello. Mo Wenyuan just returned to Luoyang. It is unrealistic to ask him to make snacks to entertain people. He can only pick a few flowers from the dried flower tea bag and soak them in water.

Li Sanniang's five elements belong to fire, and she is very angry. When the weather is dry in autumn and winter, she is very easy to get angry. Last year, when the chrysanthemums were in full bloom in November, Mo Wenyuan drank a wave of chrysanthemum tea and made water for his mother to drink.

During the Zhenguan period, very few people used flowers to make tea, at least they had never heard of them in Chang'an City. The chrysanthemums he bought were not expensive varieties, but ordinary chamomile. , steamed, baked, and there is no need to add fried shallots and garlic before drinking, just throw a few flowers into the boiling water.

People in the Tang Dynasty followed the tradition of the ancients when they drank tea, and they had to add seasonings. At the beginning, Mo Wenyuan used flowers to soak water, even Li Sanniang Mo Xiaogou felt that he was reckless, but the taste of the soaked water was not worse than adding seasonings. It's sweet, and after a few people drink it, they are used to cooking it in boiling water, which saves trouble.

Mo Wenyuan was sincere in entertaining Mr. Wang's family. He didn't even boil water casually. Instead, he took water from an ancient well nearby. Neighbors said that the water in this well was sweeter than other wells.

The tea is placed in a black pottery cup without exquisite tea sets, but it has a vibrant and wild beauty. The white and yellow chrysanthemum heart floats alone on the water, and the contrast between black and white is very obvious.

Wang Wei was not in a hurry to drink. Although he was a libertine, he was also born into a wealthy family. He had tasted all kinds of Mengshan tea and wax noodle tea. pedestrian.

The water quality is clear, inferior to Jiangxin water, and higher than ordinary boiling water; the tea has only gone through the "cooking tea" step, and has not been boiled.

Lu Yu called "brewing tea with boiling water" as "cooking tea" in "The Classic of Tea". Now that the "Tea Classic" has not yet been published, the aristocratic families already have the experience of making tea, and various steps have their own special names.

He sniffed its fragrance first, and then Wang Wei took a sip. The sweetness of chrysanthemum has a hint of bitterness, but it does not numb the mouth. Naturally, the taste is not as good as top-grade tea. Compared with drinks, he feels that it is more like medicine, which can clear the mouth. Fire health medicine.

Wang Wei exclaimed: "The taste is wonderful!"

"How is this tea made?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It's no better than top-quality tea cakes, that is, pick out the heart of the chrysanthemum and then dry it in the shade and steam it in the sun. You don't need to go to war when you drink it on weekdays. Just throw two chrysanthemums into the water, which can clear the fire and improve eyesight."

"The taste is different from Mengshan, it has a unique flavor."

"Don't compare it with Mengshan. My scented tea is far worse than that other scented tea. I think it's unique now, but I haven't tried making tea with flowers. When I drink too much, I still think Mengshan is better. some."

Wang Wei smiled: "You are honest, if someone else makes scented tea, why not boast that it is unique in heaven and earth?"

The honest Mo Wenyuan just smiled and said nothing.

After finishing the tea-tasting session, the two finally got to the point: "Why did Wang Lang send so many flowers?" And the types were different, some good and some bad. Mo Wenyuan looked at it carefully, the yellow peony The price is even more expensive than the flower kings ushered in before. In the Song Dynasty, "Huang Yao" was even officially designated as the king of peonies.

The price of yellow peonies has not soared these days, but they are still priceless.

Wang Wei looked at the sky sadly: "Ever since I ate the peony dish made by Mr. Xiao Lang, I can't forget it."

"I am a person who loves wine. Yesterday when I recalled the taste of peony fish slices, I suddenly remembered that Mr. Xiaolang mentioned that peony can be used to make wine? To be honest, I want good wine, so I collected all kinds of flowers and sent them to you, Mr. Xiaolang. See if it's of any use."

Mo Wenyuan said helplessly: "Wang Lang, don't do this, the peony wine is already brewed, and it will take at least two months to open the bottle, not to mention adding yellow peony to the wine is the same as using Kao for cooking, it is a waste of money .”

"I planned to brew a batch of peony wine this year, and I will send it to Wang Lang at that time. Those flowers should be taken away."

But Wang Wei disagreed, and he said: "Since I sent the flowers, there is absolutely no reason to return them. If Mr. Xiaolang thinks that the flowers are expensive and cannot be accepted lightly, please make me some more peony dishes." .” Speaking of this, his fox tail finally showed, wagging behind his buttocks.

That's right, Wang Wei's purpose from the beginning was to come to Mo Wenyuan's place to eat and drink!He had heard that Mr. Mo Xiaolang showed his skills the day before yesterday and made fish soup and steamed buns for everyone in the hotel. The taste has long been touted as being like a delicacy of gods. Others may not believe it, but he has eaten peony himself. The fish fillets admired Mo Wenyuan's cooking skills.

He knew that the other party was from Chang'an, so he couldn't stay in Luoyang for a long time, but he could eat as long as he could. Before Mo Wenyuan left, he would definitely eat until his belly was full.

Seeing the sly smile on his face, Mo Wenyuan couldn't help laughing: "All right, all right!"

Wang Wei cheered in his heart, it was done!He encouraged again: "The Luoyang Peony Flower Festival is very popular these days, if you are interested, Xiao Lang, you may wish to travel with me."

"Since Mr. Lang tried his hand at a small knife a few days ago, the reputation of peony dishes has spread. In just a few days, someone recommended himself that he can cook that peony dish and wants to show his skills in the flower festival." He said of peony dishes. At that time, there was a look of disdain on his face, which was obviously a mockery of the pirated version by people who had eaten the genuine one. Wang Wei wanted Mo Wenyuan to show his hand and slap the pirated cook in the face.

Everyone likes the classic drama of counterattack and slap in the face.

Mo Wenyuan did not respond immediately, he said: "Let's talk about it later."

Wang Wei said: "If Mr. Xiao Lang has made up his mind, he must come to me." After finishing speaking, he drank the tea in the river cup and left with his wide sleeves.

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After Wang Wei left, Mo Wenyuan finally found time to talk to Li Sanniang about the Shuo Jing in detail. After hearing this, she was quite speechless: "It's really the same Shuo Jing!"

Mo Wenyuan spread his hands and said: "That's right, he said that he has changed his mind and wants to make up for the mistakes he made. If you buy the yard, Aniang, you don't have to worry about the ghosts coming to harass you again."

Li Sanniang made up her mind at that time and said: "Well, I will buy it together with the restaurant next to the courtyard." Then she took out a pen and paper, and wrote and calculated.Two years ago, Mo Wenyuan bought "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" and "Zhoubi Suanjing", both of which have become the standard textbooks of the Guozijian, and were printed in large quantities by engraving and printing.When he bought it, he was a little curious about the mathematics of the ancients, but he was already dizzy before reading a few pages.The two books were left unused at home, and A Niang took them to read. When Mo Wenyuan remembered it again, Li Sanniang seemed to be a master of arithmetic.

Mo Wenyuan: A Niang is more like a time traveler than me!

After doing some calculations, Li Sanniang came to a conclusion: "As long as the restaurant doesn't exceed this number, there is no problem." As she spoke, she turned her hands over to Mo Wenyuan.

Mo Wenyuan was startled, Auntie brought so much money?

"Clean up, let's go out for a while." She said, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, so I took down the courtyard and the restaurant." He is really a business tycoon in a hurry.

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Needless to say, the transaction went smoothly. Li Sanniang had asked the original owner about the price when she came to Luoyang last time. Seeing this lady coming again, he knew that the other party really wanted to buy it.

He was a kind person and reminded Li Sanniang: "My lady really wants it? There used to be monsters in the courtyard. They didn't eat people, but they would eat all the food in the courtyard. If things go on like this, even if they have ten thousand family property, they can't afford to live there!"

Li Sanniang evaded the important point and said lightly: "I heard that the monster has left Luoyang City. Since it hasn't been haunted these days, it probably won't return to the same place. I really want to buy the yard, and the old man asked for it."

The owner of the restaurant felt that he had reminded him that he was doing his best, so he sold the courtyard at a very low price. Li Sanniang asked him where the owner of the restaurant was, and said that he wanted to take the restaurant down.

The other party gave his address very readily, and also told Li Sanniang, the owner of the restaurant, that he was not easy to deal with. Seeing that he was a lady, he might deliberately raise the price, so he should be prepared early.

Mo Wenyuan hid behind Li Sanniang and pouted, thinking: Whoever suffers, his mother will not suffer, don't look at his good-looking mother, but she is completely bully in her eyes, and her aura kills everything in a flash. A strong woman who wants to deceive her in terms of price, this kind of person has not yet been born.

A moment later, they arrived at the gate of the temporary courtyard where the owner of the restaurant lived. The owner was a rickety little old man with a haggard appearance, more like a skeleton than a human being.His eyeballs rolled in the dry sockets, and when he heard Li Sanniang's intention, his light burst out.

The appearance of the old man Yan made Mo Wenyuan think of Yan Jiansheng, a classic miser in the history of Chinese literature. !

The image of the old man Yan can easily frighten the little lady like a flower. Li Sanniang does not belong to this group. She even added rouge before she came. Li Sanniang's lips.

"Want a restaurant?" Old Man Yan rolled his eyes, "It's 80 taels of silver."

Hearing the price, Mo Wenyuan was stunned. The price in Luoyang was no better than that in Chang’an. During the Zhenguan period, the house price in Chang’an was not yet inflation. The price of a small courtyard ranged from 40 to 60 taels. Although the restaurant has two floors, the area is not small. The courtyard is higher, and the price is lower, 80 taels is really a big mouth for a lion.

Li Sanniang sneered, high-spirited: "20 taels!" She cut it to a quarter.

Obediently!Seeing the blazing flames behind A Niang, Mo Wenyuan was startled. At this moment, she saw the shadows of countless people on Li Sanniang. In the future, the female companion who would go shopping with him on the street would be eager to snatch the people with discounts on Black Friday. 11 Buyers who wait until zero...

Hey, I can't afford to be offended!