"Yuanzi??" Zhishan glanced slightly with a pair of phoenix eyes, expressing doubts about this name.
"It's Zhiyuan!" Hua Weiluo then remembered that Yuanzi was the nickname she gave to Junior Brother Zhiyuan, and she thought Junior Brother Zhishan didn't know about it.
"..." Zhishan still didn't respond, but still looked at her with doubtful eyes.
"That's the young junior brother who greeted you this morning when you were standing under the old banyan tree, the one with the round face!!" Hua Weiluo saw that he still didn't remember it, so she had to continue to explain to him.
"..."
"Still no impression??" Hua Weiluo felt a little speechless. This guy is so good at martial arts, why is his memory so poor?
"In the Taoist temple, many people greet me every day." Zhishan pondered for a moment, then continued: "Besides, every junior brother has a round face..."
"..." Hua Weiluo choked at his words, and then retorted angrily: "Nonsense, I see that Junior Brother Zhizhen's face is square!!"
"Zhizhen is my senior brother." Zhishan glanced at her lightly and replied disdainfully.
"Well……"
This... Hua Weiluo tilted her head and thought about it. It seemed that she had never met a few junior brothers when she arrived today. It was hard to say whether the faces of other junior brothers were round.
"Okay... let's not discuss this issue." Hua Weiluo felt that he seemed to have the upper hand, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "Then I heard that you rarely talk to others in the Taoist temple, why are you talking now?
Are you willing to talk to me??"
"..." Zhishan glanced at her expressionlessly, not bothering to answer her question at all, and continued to walk quickly towards the dining area.
Well...she is just being sentimental...
In fact, people just talk if they want to talk, and if they don’t want to talk, they just don’t.
This kind of character really makes people feel a little pain in the balls...
When they arrived at the dining area, Hua Weiluo looked at the big room with curiosity.
The room was very empty, with rows of long tables arranged neatly. Each Taoist priest held a rice bowl and lined up in order, waiting for the person at the front to distribute the food.
Every Taoist priest who received the food bowed slightly, took his rice bowl, and sat down at the table in order, but did not start eating.
Hua Weiluo glanced at Zhishan, who had both hands empty, and couldn't help but whispered: "We don't have bowls, how can we eat?"
"Oh...I brought it..." Zhishan took out a white jade porcelain bowl from his wide sleeve robe with a very calm expression, and said calmly towards Hua Weiluo.
"..."
I went deep!! Junior brother, your sleeve robe is Doraemon's treasure chest? There are gauze, medicine bottles, and even a bowl? Damn, won't you take it from the sleeve robe after a while?
Bring out a pair of chopsticks or even a spoon??
"Then what should I do??" Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan with a head full of black lines, and said with a flattering expression: "Little Junior Brother Zhishan, since you have everything in your sleeves, can you give it to me?
Also turn it into a bowl??"
"..." Zhishan's calm expression just now suddenly changed. Then he turned his head to one side and said in a calm voice: "No."
"..."
Damn it, there is no bowl, what kind of dinner did you ask me to have?
You did it on purpose, right??
Hua Weiluo stared at him with a pair of watery eyes full of anger.
