Nima, there are more than one hundred and fifty dumplings.
Did you eat them all?
Is that human being?
Ye Qingyun himself can only eat more than forty dumplings at most in one meal.
Any more and it will be uncomfortable.
But this dark, thin old man had eaten more than 150 dumplings, and his stomach was just a little bloated.
But there was no trace of discomfort on his face.
On the contrary, he looked comfortable.
It was as if eating so much was just enough to keep him full.
This is a bit too scary.
Those who farm can always eat, and Ye Qingyun also knows that.
But I have never seen anything so edible.
The thin, dark old man stood up and bowed respectfully to Ye Qingyun.
"Thank you, Imperial Master, for your hospitality. Old man, I'm very full, hehehehe."
Ye Qingyun's face twitched.
"As long as I'm full, I'll get some more if it's not enough."
The thin, dark old man waved his hands repeatedly.
"That's enough, that's enough. It's enough to eat until you're eighty cents full. Any more will make your stomach uncomfortable."
Eighty percent full?
You ate more than one hundred and fifty fucking dumplings, and you actually said you were only eighty percent full?
Ye Qingyun was speechless.
He wondered if this old man had a big appetite and came to his place to eat and drink on purpose?
If this is really the case, it would be too scheming.
"Thank you, Imperial Master, for your hospitality. I won't disturb you, old man."
The thin, black old man had eaten and drank enough, picked up his hoe, and was about to leave.
Ye Qingyun still sent him out of the Imperial Master's Mansion very politely.
And watched the dark, thin old man go away.
After sending away the thin and dark old man, Ye Qingyun returned to the hospital.
He looked at Li Yuanxiu sitting there with a dull look on his face.
I also couldn’t laugh or cry.
"Stop being so worthless, aren't there just three plates of dumplings? There's still one plate in the kitchen that hasn't been cooked yet."
Upon hearing this, Li Yuanxiu, who had been wandering in the world, suddenly returned to his body.
"Really?"
Ye Qingyun nodded and walked into the kitchen.
As soon as I entered, I saw a sheep standing on the stove with its head held high.
He was sticking his butt out and shitting on the last plate of dumplings.
The tiny bits of pitch-black sheep excrement fell on the dumplings in dense numbers.
The black sheep excrement and the white dumplings form a sharp contrast.
Clear black and white.
It was just this scene that made Ye Qingyun stunned.
Yang Dingtian turned his head and looked at Ye Qingyun with a pure expression.
He seemed to have no idea that he was already on the verge of life and death.
"ah!!!"
Ye Qingyun shouted.
She was so frightened that Yang Dingtian almost rolled off the stove.
And people outside also rushed in quickly.
Don't know what happened.
As a result, several people came in.
Everyone also saw this scene on the stove.
Li Yuanxiu was shocked.
He covered his heart and almost spurted blood.
Pei Hongyu was also in disbelief.
Liu Changyue looked helpless.
The last remaining plate of dumplings was given to Huo Huo by Yang Dingtian.
And still in this way.
Li Yuanxiu's hand directly picked up the kitchen knife on the side.
"Master, do you want to eat roasted whole lamb tonight?"
he asked blankly.
Ye Qingyun nodded without hesitation.
"Remember to be neat."
"good!"
Li Yuanxiu rushed towards Yang Dingtian with a kitchen knife.
He wants to kill the sheep and eat the whole lamb!
Although Yang Dingtian is like a fool on weekdays, he is also very clever in situations of life and death.
He quickly spread his hooves and jumped out of the kitchen window.
Li Yuanxiu chased after him with a kitchen knife.
Yang Dingtian disappeared in a flash.
A good meal of dumplings was ruined just because of the thin old man and Yang Dingtian
Following Li Tianmin's order, a new temple was built in Chang'an City.
It's called Medicine Buddha Tathagata Temple.
The golden Buddha statue erected in the temple is none other than the Medicine Buddha Glazed Buddha.
But while carving this golden Buddha statue, a strange thing happened.
Originally, according to Li Tianmin's instructions, the golden body of the Medicine Master Glazed Buddha should be carved according to Ye Qingyun's appearance.
But when the golden body is sculpted and the face is ready to be sculpted, there are always accidents.
It's not that the craftsman fainted for no reason.
It's like the date cracked by the craftsman's hammer for no reason.
All in all, the process of sculpting the face was extremely unsmooth.
It seems that there is some power in the dark that prevents them from carving Ye Qingyun's appearance on it.
The official in charge of building the temple realized that something was wrong and immediately reported it to Li Tianmin.
After Li Tianmin found out, he immediately realized that there was something wrong with his previous order.
How could Ye Qingyun, a low-key person like him, be willing to let his appearance appear on the Buddha's golden body?
Not to mention being offered incense and worship by the people.
This is definitely not what Ye Qingyun wants.
That's why there are so many surprises when carving faces for gold bodies.
This was Ye Qingyun's hint that he cared about Mo Da's magical power.
If Li Tianmin can't even understand this, then he will be the emperor for nothing.
As a result, Li Tianmin immediately ordered that the carvings should not be engraved with Ye Qingyun's appearance, but replaced with the common Buddha's face.
Don't even say it.
Once the order was changed, the work of the craftsmen immediately became smoother.
Nothing unexpected happened.
The golden body of the Buddha statue was finished smoothly.
As soon as the temple was built, many people spontaneously came to worship.
To the common people, Medicine Master Glazed Buddha is a Buddha who can eliminate disasters and cure diseases.
The biggest wish of ordinary people is to be free from illness and disaster, and to spend their whole lives in peace.
Therefore, there is naturally an endless stream of people worshiping the Medicine Master Glazed Buddha.
Especially those who have sick people in their families are particularly interested in worshiping Buddha.
The Imperial Master's Mansion has also been very lively these days.
I don't know if it was because of his meal of dumplings, but the thin, dark old man seemed to be dependent on the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
It happened again within two days.
He was still carrying a big bag of potatoes, sweet potatoes and other local specialties, saying that they were going to be given to the national master Ye Qingyun.
Since they were reprimanded last time, the guards at the door no longer dare to stop the thin old man.
Just put him in.
When Ye Qingyun saw this black and thin old man coming again, his head suddenly got big.
But it just can't happen yet.
I can only say hello with kind words.
The thin, dark old man still said what he said last time, to get some souvenirs to pay homage to the Imperial Master.
Ye Qingyun is smiling but not smiling.
When you're talking to me, could you please stop looking in the direction of the kitchen?
You came here with a meal in hand, right?
no way.
This is what people come here for. You can't just let them put down their things and get out, right?
All I could do was pinch my nose and let the thin, dark old man stay for a meal.
Ye Qingyun finally knew this old man's name.
Wu Laoliu.
This name is really simple enough.
It also fits the temperament of this dark, thin old man.
Temperament aside, Wu Laoliu's appetite is still frighteningly large.
Ye Qingyun simply made three dishes and one soup.
As a result, Wu Laoliu ate eight bowls of rice alone.