As soon as he put a piece of brain Flower in the bowl, he ate it after a few bites.
I held my chopsticks and didn't move for a long time.
"Why are you eating? Why are you looking at me? Hiss, it's so spicy."
Said Taoist Mu. Then he picked up a duck's intestines.
"Well, Taoist master, aren't you a vegetarian?"
"Su? Only those who become monks will eat vegetarian. I don't want to eat it. I like to eat meat."
After that, he poured a whole plate of mutton into the red oil pot.
This was not like eating meat at all. It was too good at eating meat.
Beside them, Jiang Jinyang and I had been waiting on them for a long time.
Regardless of whether we are rich or not, in our eyes, the Taoist has to be looked up to.
"Ah, it's really delicious. You don't know what I eat every day in the mountain for more than a year.
This is the life of a human being."
With a sigh, he wiped his mouth and lit a cigarette for himself.