The metaphysical boss just wants to collect rent and support his wife

Chapter 38: Midyear Festival

The tomb robbers were successfully arrested, and Tang Feng, the captain in charge of this mission, walked in front of a young man wearing a Taoist robe with bright eyes and bright teeth.

Tang Feng smiled and said, "Thank you for Qingchen Dao this time, if you don't have you, you should let them run again."

Fang Qingchen looked at the baby face and said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't do anything either."

"I'll take you back to the bureau first, Chief Qingchen, do you want to go back with our car?" Tang Feng pointed to the police car on the side of the road and said.

Fang Qingchen shook his head: "I won't go back to your bureau, I still have to go back to the Taoist temple."

Tang Feng was not reluctant, and after saying goodbye to him, he closed the team and left.

Baiquanguan is in Jiangcheng, Fang Qingchen turned on his mobile phone, looked at the little balance left, and silently chose to take the bus. After more than an hour, Fang Qingchen arrived at the foot of Baiquanguan Mountain.

He touched his hungry stomach and sighed helplessly: "Why can't I make a few dollars every time I come back from a mission." Being a Taoist priest is really poor, hey.

While hanging his head, he climbed up the mountain with a sigh.

When he arrived at the gate, Fang Qingchen was already tired of becoming a dead dog. But there were many tourists who came and went, and in order to maintain his image, Fang Qingchen was stunned and slowly paced back to the place where they were resting.

A little Taoist boy saw Fang Qingchen and ran over: "Brother Qingchen, you're back!"

"Well, I'm back." Fang Qingchen is no longer so "pretentious" in front of acquaintances. He touched his stomach and said weakly, "What are you eating in the temple today?"

Xiao Daotong turned his finger and said, "Eat tofu, and stir-fried meat." Today, someone gave us half a fan of pork. Brother Wen said, get a little fried to eat, and make the rest into bacon, and eat it again during the New Year."

"Stir-fried meat, it's not bad." Fang Qingchen swallowed his saliva, the tip of his nose seemed to smell the fragrance of fried meat, and his stomach growled.

He patted Xiao Daotong's head and said with a smile: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if the meal is ready."

Xiao Daotong looked at his departing back, suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "By the way, Brother Qingchen, Uncle asked you to find him when you come back!"

"Got it, I'll go find him when I'm full." Fang Qingchen didn't look back when he heard this, just raised his hand and waved.

An elderly Taoist priest walked by, saw this scene, and couldn't help but mutter: "Who is Fang Qingchen's personality like this kid, he is not stable at all."

The other side.

Mao Jianhui sent Liu Shiyin and Xu Linyan to Huabei Road.

After Mao Jianhui left, Xu Linyan looked at the building next door, and then looked at Liu Shiyin, and was reluctant to say goodbye.

Liu Shiyin is the same.

There were students passing by, and Liu Shiyin heard them say.

"What do you eat at noon? How about Aunt Liu's noodles, no need to queue."

"I'm OK, let's go drink milk tea after eating noodles, yesterday a new milk tea shop opened in Delai Mall, and I'm doing activities in the past two days, buy one get one free."