"Great Monk, you're infuriating me! You can't be so biased, you have to give me a bottle too, a big bottle." Si Jinhan, unable to defeat Hui Zhen, glared resentfully.
"Amitabha, Buddha said..."
"Your so-called Buddha's teachings are bullshit, it's all your own ideas." Si Jinhan started to curse.
"Master, at noon, I will make you sour and spicy fish. I have already prepared the homemade pickles." Lin Ziyin offered Hui Zhen a peace offering as she withdrew.
"Amitabha, in my previous life, I had a particularly close relationship with cows and chickens." Hui Zhen gave Lin Ziyin a knowing look.
"Yes, we have it all, sour fish is a new product." Lin Ziyin explained, then ran away.
"Favoritism." Si Jinhan continued to complain resentfully.
Unfortunately, Hui Zhen ignored him completely, "Benefactor, Buddha said, all people are equal, love..." Facing his nonsensical talk, Si Jinhan got so furious that he couldn't say another word for a long time.