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... at the boss…

The boss looked at the two of them and seemed to understand something. He chuckled and said, "Hehe, young monk, you sure are smart. Alright… sit inside. What do you want to eat?"

Fangzheng could only press his palms together in thanks when he saw this. "Thank you, Patron. Just a bowl of white rice and a bowl of water will do."

"Uh…" The boss was clearly stunned.

Little Rong said, "How can you eat that? Boss, you've given all the beggars that came previously ...

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