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Chapter 547 - 547 It Would Be Impolite for Me to Decline Your Kind Invitation
547 It Would Be Impolite for Me to Decline Your Kind Invitation
After the time it took for around half an incense to burn, Ye Siming came down.
“It’s done,” He had gotten some dust and stains on his embroidered clothes. “There shouldn’t be any more leaks. If there are still leaks, just take it that this Buddhist old man is unlucky.”
Kongjue quickly bowed with Shuyi and Shu’er and pressed his palms together. “Amitabha. Thank you, Benefactor.”
In order to thank Ye Siming and Gu Nuo’er, Kongjue invited them to stay for a vegetarian meal.
Gu Nuo’er quickly agreed.
Shuyi and Shu’er enthusiastically went to fetch water and help while Kongjue went to start a fire at the stove.
Gu Nuo’er waved her small hand. “Elder Brother Siming, lower your head.”
Ye Siming half-squatted down. “What is it?”
The child reached out her soft hand and gently wiped away the dirt left on Ye Siming’s cheek.
Gu Nuo’er was close and her eyes were sparkling. “Elder Brother Siming, you’ve worked hard! I’ll wipe it for you.”
Her fingers were very soft and her movements were light. Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in enjoyment.
The little thing still had a conscience.
“It’s not considered tough.” He said this to comfort the child so that she wouldn’t worry.
Gu Nuo’er’s long eyelashes fluttered and she muttered softly, “Really? I originally thought that Elder Brother Siming has done me a huge favor. I was willing to let Elder Brother Siming take a bite of my pinky as thanks!”
Ye Siming sneered.
When did biting her finger become a form of thanks?
Did the little thing really think that he liked to bite people?
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and his gaze landed on her soft and pink face.
Hmm… Biting wasn’t unacceptable either.
He immediately raised his eyebrows and teased, “Then what if I say that the work was tough?”
Gu Nuo’er’s eyes fluttered and she suddenly placed her hands behind her back.
She puffed up her cheeks and said softly, “Elder Brother Siming, how can you go back on your word?”
“Why? Weren’t you the one who invited me to do so? You’re the one who wants to go back on your word, Gu Nuo’er.” After saying that, Ye Siming pretended to stand up. He raised his eyebrows and smiled deeply. “It’s impolite for me to decline your kind invitation.”
Gu Nuo’er blinked her eyes. Then, she suddenly twisted her small body and ran around the courtyard, lifting the hem of her dress.
Ye Siming walked up and pretended to chase after her a little, scaring Gu Nuo’er so much that she laughed in a panic.
“Monk older brother, save me! Someone wants to eat a child!”
Gu Nuo’er happened to run to the corridor. The little monk, Shuyi, came out with a plate of vegetables.
It had just been plated and was still hot.
Seeing that Gu Nuo’er was about to collide with Shuyi, Ye Siming’s expression turned cold. He quickly went forward, grabbed the little thing’s collar, and pulled her back.
Shuyi was also shocked. Fortunately, the food didn’t drop!
Ye Siming frowned and stared at Shuyi. “Watch where you’re going.”
Shuyi hugged the edge of the plate tightly and nodded silently. “I, I, I, I understand!”
This older brother was so scary!
Shuyi carried the plate and fled.
Ye Siming put Gu Nuo’er down and the child immediately hugged his waist. She looked up and said softly, “Elder Brother Siming, let’s call a truce. Baby Nuo is tired from running!”
He lowered his eyes and saw that the child was indeed panting, her small face glowing red.
Her black eyes were like pearls, big and bright.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. “Then I’ll let you off first.”
Gu Nuo’er exhaled and heaved a sigh of relief.
Not long later, Kongjue finished cooking.
Gu Nuo’er looked at the two big plates of vegetables on the table, as well as the stir-fried tofu and the watery porridge with no traces of rice in front of everyone.
Kongjue felt a little awkward. “The temple is poor. We’ve made the two benefactors suffer.”
