Fangzheng replied with a question, "Patron, so what if This Penniless Monk is dumb, and so what if he isn't?"
"I see now. You're f*cking acting the fool!" Han Xiaoguo roared.
At that moment, the fragrance of rice came emanating over.
Gulu, Gulu!
Two stomachs growled simultaneously. Fangzheng and Han Xiaoguo were famished.
Han Xiaoguo said, "Little Monk, so you were cooking something in the back kitchen?"
Fangzheng said, "Amitabha. Yes, but it is only for one."
"It's mine! Don't you say no to me or I might blow your brains out!" Han Xiaoguo threatened.
"That won't do. This Penniless Monk hasn't eaten an entire day and is ravished by hunger. Patron, if you are hungry, it's best you go down the mountain to have your meal," said Fangzheng.
"Down your ass! I'll be staying and eating on this mountaintop today! No one can chase me away!" Han Xiaoguo said furiously.
