Luo Han belly

The restaurant is three feet high, vermilion red door, golden glazed tiles, and three big words on top of the building, "Scholar's Pavilion" penetrating a noble and dignified atmosphere. But the strange thing is, although the restaurant has three floors, only the third floor on a door, the following two floors are tight, and there is no way up.

At sunrise, a small monk appeared downstairs with a smile, he was about 11 or 12 years old, with a shiny round head, with a round and large belly, the whole person seems to be a missing mouth of the gourd general.

"Good boy," the little monk smelled the fragrance of the dishes wafting upstairs, "the kung fu dishes of the Scholar's Pavilion are indeed worthy of the name!" Said patting his belly, two small eyes a glare, began to slowly inhale, until his stomach was like a balloon full of air, only when the toe pointed to the ground, the body lightly flew up, just landed on the third floor of the door.

It turns out that the Scholar's Pavilion is the jianghu martial arts very good three brothers opened, the following two floors deliberately did not leave the door, but anyone who wants to go upstairs to eat food and drink must have a good kung fu, at least can leap directly from the ground to the third floor.

The restaurant is not big, but the arrangement is very exquisite, tables and chairs are arranged in the direction of the five elements and eight trigrams. And look at the guests at the table, a look at the kung fu is not weak.

The young monk smilingly sat down at an empty table and raised his eyes to find the shopkeeper. There was only one shopkeeper, forty years old, with a face of suppressed anger, as if someone owed him two hundred taels of silver. Now he was standing in the hall serving food. He was standing in the center of the gossip, holding a huge tray in his left hand, with two dozen dishes in it.

"Roasted Lion's Head with Fire Cloud Palm!" He shouted, his right hand in the tray a little, the plate of dishes will fly up straight to a table, to the top of the table will sink, gently fall, it is half of the dish soup did not spill.

A time of cups and plates flying, more than twenty dishes have eyes, flying to their respective tables.

"Yo, you're here!" The shopkeeper finished distributing the dishes and came to a black-clothed man who came in one step ahead of the young monk, "Since you're here, please show your hand first, so I can also serve you--"

The shopkeeper's mouth of the word "dish" has not finished, only to see a flash of light, the man in black has been out of a sword, not at people, but a fly, the fly was hit by a sword, but still to the window, then a gust of wind, the fly was split in two, fell to the ground!

--What a fast sword!

A light smile appeared on the shopkeeper's face: "Thunderbolt Sword, like lightning, really lives up to its name, just because of this move 'splitting the field in the peak', also deserve to eat a bowl of cloud hand wonton noodles!

Said towards the inside shouted: "Cloud hand wonton noodles a bowl!"

A sword so fast is only worth a bowl of cloud-hand wonton noodles.

After the shopkeeper finished shouting, he rubbed his palms and walked toward the young monk.

"You - Yo, little monk, how did you get in?"

"I jumped up, of course!"

"Hey!" The shopkeeper frowned and gave the young monk a good-natured look, "You also want to eat kung fu dishes?"

"Of course, why else would I come here?"

"Well, let's see what you can do!" The shopkeeper squeezed his eyes at the monk.

"My kung fu is not to kill flies, we monks are compassionate and do not kill people!" The young monk patted his round stomach, "Do you think this will work?"

"Belly?"

"This is not an ordinary belly!" The little monk pouted, "My stomach can eat at least three tables of wine, do you believe it?"

"Three tables?" The shopkeeper looked at the little monk's stomach, "less nonsense, hurry up, were cool to stay!"

"Humph!" The little monk got angry, "Do you dare to bet with me, if I can eat the whole three tables, you will apologize to my precious stomach, if I can't finish it, huh, at your disposal!"

"Good!" The shopkeeper said, "If there's half of the three tables left, I'll make your belly bloom!" He shouted into the kitchen.

In a short while, a whole table of wine steadily landed on the little monk's table. The little monk laughed and ate up, look at his little stomach, although shy, after all, is a child's stomach, even if all filled up only three or two dishes, but who knows the whole table of 12 or 13 dishes he ate like a wind roll, that stomach is not even obvious.

"How dare you!" The shopkeeper looked at the little monk who was wiping his mouth, so angry that his mouth was crooked, "Well, you wait, there are two tables!"

Another table of wine flew up, this table obviously than the previous table has several more dishes. The young monk ate again. In the work of one tea, the second table of the banquet saw the bottom again. "Ah!" The shopkeeper was so angry that he almost passed out, "Okay, you wait!"

The third table soon came up, this time obviously in the bullying of the young monk, only to see the table on the plate stacked plate, a full pile of ten high, the top plate of braised carp more than a foot long, at least also four or five pounds.

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly at the young monk: "Eat, if there is a half a star left, hum!

The young monk did not say anything, and wolfed up, seeing the dishes will soon be bottomed out again.

The shopkeeper finally couldn't sit still! The three brothers, who were all great masters in the jianghu world, only because the oldest was tired of wandering around, so he took his two brothers and retired to open this Scholar's Pavilion. The boss is responsible for buying food, the second is responsible for the spoon, and the third is responsible for serving food. Just and the little monk over, it is the third, he originally liked the life of wandering around, now is locked in a restaurant, all day to serve dishes, the heart has long held a sulking.