The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 238

Their conversation attracted the attention of the old men playing chess. Even the children playing on their skateboards paused to look at Matthew talking with the man. It was almost as if this was a miracle.

The man sensed this and looked at Matthew, saying, "Tell me, who is the fool here for bringing me along for food? You, or me?"

The man was acting weirdly. Matthew said crossly, "Well, I'm no fool."

The man scoffed. "I'm no fool either because there's a fool paying for my food."

He had imitated Matthew's tone. It was simply aggravating. Matthew rubbed his nose. This guy had probably resorted to digging through the trash for food because of his mouth.

They left the front yard, and Matthew walked toward a nearby pasta shop. However, the man stopped him by saying, "I won't eat from here. It tastes horrible."

Matthew believed that taking someone out to eat meant catering to their tastes, so he didn't argue with him. "Lead the way then."

and said, "I'll have an Alfredo pasta with three servings of bacon, thank you very much. Three servings of bacon, ya hear that?" The owner looked at Matthew as if he were an alien. He ordered his employees

down and asked, "Aren't you

head.

there were just a

owner smiled. "55

Matthew looked at the prices on the wall.

"The pasta is 10 dollars. One serving of bacon is 15. Three servings of bacon makes

It actually seemed like a reasonable

at Matthew as if surprised by his attitude, but it was just a glance. He began tucking in. He

surprised to see that. He was a fast eater. Sometimes, his mother would smack his hands for eating too quickly. She said he ate like a wolf. After eating, the man rinsed his mouth out with some water in

his

on his face and had an uneasy

Medieval Sect had all run into trouble. It seemed like something

followed the man to the buildings at the back of the village. They were all old, and the walls were full