Hearing these familiar words, Old Yang couldn't help but be stunned, then left the window and came out of the back kitchen.
He walks with one leg higher than the other, it seems there's a problem with one of his legs.
"Is that... Xiao Feng?" Old Yang looked at Qin Mantong beside Xiao Feng, somewhat uncertainly.
"If it's not me, who else could it be." Xiao Feng smiled, looked down at Old Yang's legs, and frowned slightly: "Why is your leg lame?"
Old Yang's expression darkened, he sighed, clearly unwilling to say more.
A moment later, Old Yang punched Xiao Feng's chest: "You little brat, seems like you're doing pretty well?"
"Anyway, better than you, old man." Xiao Feng retorted unceremoniously, his tone was just like years ago.
"Get out! Get out! Get out! You're not welcome here." Old Yang snapped.
"You run a business, how can you kick out customers?"
"This temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you."
