FWF Chapter 105 One Man and One Monkey: The Final Battle for the Pinnacle of Roujiamo
Chapter 105 One Man and One Monkey: The Final Battle for the Pinnacle of Roujiamo
Xi'an, near the Bell Tower.
The group found a restaurant in a relatively secluded location with private rooms to stay at.
After all, it would be too conspicuous to have this monkey with you while dining in the lobby.
The Monkey King, "Dasheng," is holding a family bucket of instant noodles and constantly sucking on the bones.
The others were eagerly waiting, starving.
"Boss! Let's order!"
Tian Jinzhong slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with heroic spirit:
"Bring out all your signature dishes! Gourd chicken, mutton soup, biangbiang noodles! Large portions of everything!"
"Oh, and for this...this monkey, bring a separate bowl of fruit salad!"
"Okay!" Although the waiter felt that the person wearing the clothes was a bit strange, he still went to place the order enthusiastically because of the big customers at the table.
Soon, all the dishes were served.
Although the Monkey King had never used chopsticks, his ability to imitate was extremely strong.
It watched how Feng Baobao ate and then ate the same way.
Feng Baobao picked up a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and took a big bite.
The Great Sage also grabbed a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and took a bite.
"squeak!!!"
The Great Sage's eyes lit up instantly.
This taste!
This perfectly marbled braised pork, and this crispy baiji bun!
Compared to the sour wild fruits in the mountains, it's worlds apart!
It instantly fell in love with human food.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
Su Wuxian poured it a glass of cola.
Following Zhang Zhiwei's example, Dasheng picked up the cup and took a sip. The bubbles made him sneeze, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
This meal was exceptionally lively.
Gone were the life-or-death battles in the valley, gone were the intrigues and backstabbing.
There is only one group of "family" that transcends race and age.
They sat together, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
"Senior brother."
Su Wuxian put down his chopsticks, looked at Tian Jinzhong who was fighting with a monkey for a chicken leg, then at Zhang Zhiwei who was wiping Su Duo's mouth, and said softly:
"Let's give Longhu Mountain a good makeover when we get back this time."
"Hmm?" Zhang Zhiwei looked up.
"It's too deserted."
Su Wuxian looked at the lively atmosphere in the room:
"I used to think that cultivating Taoism required a quiet and peaceful state."
"But now I think... it's nice to have more of this kind of lively atmosphere on the mountain."
"How about we hold a sports meet?"
"Sports meet?"
Zhang Zhiwei paused for a moment, then smiled, a smile that held a deeper meaning:
"Good idea."
"Perfect timing. Lao Lu sent me a WeChat message a couple of days ago, saying he's learned a new move and wants to get revenge."
"Then let's take this opportunity to call all these old guys up the mountain."
"Let them see what our Longhu Mountain is like..."
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Tian Jinzhong, who was opening a beer bottle with his foot:
"How lively."
Just then.
"Snapped!"
A sharp sound interrupted the conversation.
Feng Baobao and the Monkey King simultaneously reached for the last remaining roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) on the plate.
One big and one small, a person and a monkey.
Two pairs of eyes locked in mid-air, sparks flying.
Feng Baobao replied expressionlessly, "Mine."
The Great Sage bared his teeth and squeaked, "Squeak! (Mine!)"
"Let go!"
"squeak!"
Seeing this tense scene, Su Wuxian helplessly rubbed his forehead:
"It seems... we need to resolve some internal conflicts before returning to the mountain."
......
Xi'an, Bell Tower Hotel, private room.
The air freezes.
The lively sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts vanished without a trace, and even the radio playing music in the private room was quickly turned off by Zhang Chulan.
In the center of the table, on a gilded white porcelain plate, lay the last high-quality roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) with braised pork.
The Baiji buns are baked until golden brown and crispy, filled with perfectly balanced lean and fatty pork, oozing with an irresistible aroma.
On either side of the plate, a hand is firmly pressed against the edge of the table, poised to strike.
On the left is Feng Baobao.
Her usually unfocused eyes were now fixed intently on the steamed bun, as if the whole scene had changed.
Her Qi surged slightly, a natural reaction as she prepared for battle.
"mine."
She was concise and to the point, leaving no room for negotiation.
On the right is the Monkey King, the Great Sage.
Although it was wearing floral shorts and sunglasses, it did not prevent it from exuding the domineering aura of a demon king.
It bared its teeth, its golden pupils contracted, and a low, threatening growl came from its throat:
"Squeak!!" (That's mine, Old Sun's!)
"Um...should I ask the waiter to order another one?"
Wang Ye tried to smooth things over by raising his hand as if to call for help.
"Shut up!"
"squeak!"
Both the man and the monkey turned their heads at the same time and glared fiercely at Wang Ye.
That look clearly said: This isn't a matter of hunger, it's a matter of dignity!
"Good heavens, that's murderous intent."
Tian Jinzhong sat in his chair, not only failing to mediate the fight, but also excitedly tapping the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks:
"Fight! Let's have a fight! Whoever wins keeps it!"
"I'm rooting for the Great Sage! He's a monkey trained by Wugensheng, his movements are incredibly agile!"
"Second Master, please stop stirring things up!"
Zhang Chulan was sweating profusely with anxiety, and looked at Zhang Zhiwei, who was calmly drinking tea:
"Master, please do something! If they really start fighting and demolish the restaurant, we can't afford to pay for it!"
Zhang Zhiwei blew on the tea foam and said slowly:
"Young people shouldn't be ashamed to fight over a stutter."
"Back in the day, we would fight to the death for a steamed bun. This scene really brings back memories of those days."
"Let them be, as long as we don't use any large-scale destructive abilities."
Just then.
Feng Baobao moved.
Without any warning, her hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the food from the plate.
"Awei's Eighteen Styles - Full Performance, No Discounts - Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus (Hand Version)!"
"squeak!"
The Great Sage's reaction was also extremely fast.
It slammed its hand on the table, and the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) was sent flying.
Immediately afterwards, the Great Sage blurred, leaving an afterimage in the cramped private room, and leaped into the air, opening his mouth to catch the steamed bun.
"Don't even think about it!"
Feng Baobao touched the ground with her toes, and as if defying the rules of gravity, she flew sideways.
She casually picked up a pair of chopsticks and precisely picked up the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) that was floating in the air.
"when!!"
The Great Sage held a metal chopstick and accurately blocked Feng Baobao's chopsticks.
When the chopsticks collided in the air, they actually stirred up a visible wave of energy.
"Wow! This monkey can even use a sword!"
The king was also surprised.
The Great Sage wielded those chopsticks with unparalleled skill, almost like a Tai Chi sword technique, effortlessly deflecting Feng Baobao's attack.
The two exchanged blows seven or eight times in mid-air.
The plate broke, and the cup tipped over.
The poor roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) was tossed and turned between the two streams of qi.
Like a football being kicked around, it never ends up in anyone's mouth.
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