Chapitre 374: Qixi Festival (10)

"Give me 10 pieces of your pork and vegetable dumplings. I want a lot of sauce and add a little of that chili oil."

"Two bowls of scallion vermicelli noodles. Yatou, you're too stingy with the meat. Put more slices. That's it. That's it! Your kindness will be blessed by the heavens!"

"I'm an old man. Don't you have senior citizen discounts for that bowl of rice paired with braised pork?"

"Lad, it doesn't hurt in any way to fill my cup to the brim with juice instead of air."

(A/N: Yatou means 'girl'. And I feel your pain Uncle Monk!)

The monk selling talisman burped, patted his stomach that had a bump before opening his worn-out back to look at the measly change left.

He leaned against the benches and his shoulders dropped because of exhaustion. "It's that girl's fault!"

Because of her mouth, all the food he saw on the way became so fragrant!

He looked at the sun setting and grimaced for falling into temptation of gluttony.