Luo Guifen, fifty-eight years old, is from Sichuan, widowed, and has been selling cooked food for half of her life. She has never lost a fight, and she has never been afraid of being reasonable.
One second she was exposing the scam of health care products, and the next second she traveled to the foot of Five Elements Mountain, just in time to see Guanyin asking Tang Monk to coax Sun Wukong to wear a tight hoop.
"Xiao Tang, retract your hand! Can you return this hat? Which one will pay for the wrong one?"
Since then, the Buddhist scripture collection team has added a Sichuan maid who is in charge of food, accounts, and gods and Buddhas.
The tightness depends on the terms. The white dragon cannot be used as a shared mount, and the monster has to pay for the chicken if it has a backing. There is no system, no golden fingers, just a spatula and a mouth that refuses to suffer.
Eighty-one can be difficult.
But whoever wants to use sentient beings as materials for calamity should first ask me if I agree!
