CFSMS -Chapter 160 Defeat Magic with Magic

Compared to milk tea, fruit tea was fresher and more refreshing.

Especially since Lu Wu used fragrant lemon—this variety had a sweeter aroma. The sourness was still there, but it was much softer, not the kind that made one’s teeth ache.

For the old monk who was trying fruit tea for the first time, even after watching the entire preparation process, he still couldn’t understand how something so simple could taste so good.

The chill of the ice blended with the rich aroma of black tea, exploding across his mouth.

The lemon fragrance lingered for a long time. If one tasted carefully, faint threads of bitterness could also be detected—this came from both the black tea and the lemon.

But this bitterness did not ruin the flavor. Instead, it added layers and elevated the overall taste.

The sweet-and-sour harmony brought ultimate pleasure to the taste buds, and the old monk’s mouth seemed to have a will of its own, refusing to let go of the straw.

The slight bitterness of lemon and the fresh pulp fused completely into the black tea. On careful aftertaste, one could even sense a faint lingering sweetness hidden deep within.

Tea aroma and fruit aroma intertwined—light and not heavy, this was how Lu Wu described her lemon tea. One sip, and fragrance lingered on the lips and teeth.

Lu Wu was very satisfied with her craftsmanship, and the old monk was equally delighted with the result.

He held the cup and savored it slowly.

Those rare spirit teas he had stored away suddenly seemed completely inferior when compared to this lemon tea.

Thinking of the spirit teas hidden in his cabinet, the old monk even decided he might as well give them away when he returned.

There was simply no comparison.

Before he knew it, the entire cup of lemon tea was gone.

The old monk rubbed his belly, a faint glow of enjoyment appearing on his aged face.

He narrowed his eyes, sensing changes in his body for a while, then chuckled:

“Benefactor, I see your face is unfamiliar. You just started setting up your stall today, yes?”

“Yes,” Lu Wu replied. She had nothing to hide about that.

“How long do you plan to stay here selling?”

“About seven days.”

“Seven days… a bit short, isn’t it? Have you considered staying longer?”

“Not for now.”

Their conversation flowed casually, but Lu Wu keenly sensed that the other party was probing her.

“Ahem, master, I only sell milk tea.”

She didn’t sell herself—and especially not to a monastery.

“You’re quite quick-witted for someone so young,” the old monk said, not denying it.

He stroked his beard, his eyes still darting as he considered his thoughts.

The Heavenly Buddha Temple had never had female disciples before, but perhaps it wasn’t impossible to make an exception now. After all, this young benefactor had strong Buddhist affinity.

A seed of talent connected to Buddhism.

Just as he was about to say something else, his ears suddenly twitched. He looked toward the inner temple, surprised.

“A troublesome guest has arrived. Benefactor, let’s meet again later.”

With that, he picked up his broom and walked toward the temple.

Passing a young monk, he slapped the bald head without hesitation.

“Stop overthinking. This benefactor has no issues. If you have nothing to do, go buy a cup of milk tea—it’ll do you good.”

Ignoring the confused young monk, the old monk vanished in a flash.

Inside a courtyard deep within the Heavenly Buddha Temple—this was the old monk’s residence.

He had just stepped inside when someone kicked his butt.

The old monk, who had looked like a dignified master moments ago, rubbed his backside while looking at the old man who had suddenly appeared in the courtyard. He did not dare be angry.

“Senior, why have you come?”

Wherever Lu Wu appeared, Old Man Li would appear.

He stood with his hands behind his back, glancing coldly at the old monk.

“If I didn’t come, were you planning to watch me granddaughter get tricked into becoming a nun in your temple?”

“If you dare make her shave her head and become a monk, I’ll tear this Heavenly Buddha Temple down.”

“I mean what I say.”

Old Man Li’s overwhelming presence filled the air, suppressing even the old monk’s momentum.

“Ahem… so the female benefactor is your granddaughter, Senior? What a coincidence—we’re practically family.”

The old monk wasn’t bothered by the pressure.

Instead, he began calmly brewing tea for him.

It was high-grade spiritual tea.

This courtyard seemed unaffected by the sealing formation; spiritual energy flowed freely.

Soon, the tea was ready.

The old monk placed a cup in front of Old Man Li.

“Senior, please have some tea and calm down.”

Old Man Li glanced at the elegant tea soup, sneered with disdain, and then pulled out a cup of milk tea from his storage space.

“Your tea? Even dogs wouldn’t drink it.”

What he held was a proper milk tea—rich, sweet aroma filling the air, completely different from the refined bitterness of spirit tea.

It looked extremely delicious.

The old monk stared at it blankly.

After a moment of silence, he quietly set the spirit tea aside.

“You’re right, Senior. Even dogs wouldn’t drink this spirit tea.”

“Senior… about me…”

He rubbed his hands together like a fly, eyes full of desire.

Just as the two old men were scheming against each other, outside the temple, the young monk arrived at Lu Wu’s stall, cheeks puffed up like buns.

“My senior brothers and uncle-master said you are a good person. I believe they wouldn’t lie to me.”

“But I will watch you. If you do anything bad to the Heavenly Buddha Temple, I won’t let you off!”

The young monk was pure-hearted.

Even when threatening, his eyes were still clear and innocent.

Seeing him, Lu Wu suddenly felt a mischievous urge rise.

Her smiling face turned cold in an instant.

She gave him a chilling stare and said darkly:

“Since you discovered my secret… I guess I can’t let you live, little monk. Hehehe…”

After the classic villain laugh, she waited for his reaction.

Instead, the little monk froze.

Then—

“WAAAH!”

He burst into tears.

Big, round tears rolled down his face, looking utterly pitiful.

“Defeating magic with magic,” the little monk had successfully panicked Lu Wu instead.

She quickly looked around.

Good—no one had seen her bullying a child.

“I’m sorry! I was just joking! I’m a good person with a proper background!”

“Don’t cry! I’ll treat you to super ultra-delicious ‘meow-puff’ milk tea, okay?”

Lu Wu immediately surrendered.

“Hic… are you really not a bad person?”

The little monk wiped his eyes, trying hard to look fierce, but his tear-streaked face only made him cuter.

“Of course not! Would a bad person treat you to milk tea?”

Lu Wu argued seriously.

The so-called super ultra-delicious “meow-puff” milk tea was actually brown sugar pearl milk tea.

The exaggerated name matched its exaggerated taste.

Seeing the little monk finally stop crying, Lu Wu quickly got to work.

She used a black tea base.

First, she coated the cup walls with thick brown sugar syrup, letting it flow naturally into a beautiful “waterfall pattern.”

The visuals were perfect.

Good pearl milk tea required good pearls—they couldn’t be too soft or mushy, but had to be chewy.

The pearls Lu Wu made bounced back when pressed lightly with a spoon.

They filled the bottom of the cup, round and lively like little beads of joy.

Ice cubes were added, followed by cooled black tea, rich milk, and homemade condensed milk.

Shake, shake, shake.

Until her arm went sore—only then was a perfect cup of “meow-meow-delicious” milk tea completed.