The little monk's hand hitting the wooden fish gradually stopped, he let out a long sigh and helplessly shook his head. "Master, since you've said as much, then I have nothing to hide anymore. Remember last time, I think it was on the seventh of last month, you got a bit too drunk down at 'Flower World', and then…"
"Brat, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
The old monk, with a guilty conscience, hurriedly covered the little monk's mouth with his hand while looking around nervously, fearing someone might overhear. After ensuring no one was eavesdropping, the senior monk finally released his hand from the little monk's mouth, his expression turned very serious, "Kid, you can mess around with food but definitely not with words!"
The little monk sighed again. "Ah, who's to say otherwise? Just a few more receipts in the pocket, who knows when they might accidentally end up in the temple mistress's hands during sleepwalking, and then... well, tsk tsk."
