After returning home and comforting his parents, Ma Ming went back to his room and enthusiastically searched for information about Boss Lin online.

He kept hearing the diners call him Boss Lin, but he didn't know the specifics, and he was curious.

Then, as soon as the search results appeared, he saw his own message.

Ma Ming: ......

Is this how you die?

Then the next day, when he woke up, he saw that his friend had sent him a message.

"You want to become a monk?"

"Is it because of what happened with Xu Baiting?"

Ma Ming wiped his face helplessly.

Yesterday, when I searched for information about Mr. Lin, I came across the story of how he gave up becoming a monk because of a braised pork roll.

He knew this was a situation he couldn't get over.

Sure enough, some friends have already seen it today.

"No, I've always been a Buddhist, so it's perfectly normal for me to want to become a monk."

His desire to become a monk wasn't entirely due to heartbreak, so naturally he wouldn't blame his ex-girlfriend.

Ma Ming was an obedient and well-behaved child from a young age. His parents were busy with work, so he lived with his grandmother. His grandmother was a Buddhist, and since there was no one to take care of him, he followed along.

Over time, they naturally came to believe in Buddhism.

Not to mention that their family, or rather the entire village, has the custom of going to the temple to burn incense on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Later, when he grew up, there were no junior high or high schools in the village, so he returned to live with his parents.

The sudden change of environment and the clash between rural and urban education caused his grades to plummet. His parents were still busy with work and no one cared about him. When they saw his grades, they were very angry, and beatings and scoldings were the least of their concerns.

The arguments at home because of his grades created invisible pressure that made him feel suffocated.

The only time I felt relaxed was when I was worshipping Buddha.

His parents were very angry that he was so young and so obsessed with Buddhism, because they felt that he was not putting his energy into his studies and that was why his grades had plummeted.

This could lead to even greater conflicts.

Looking back now, even though he knows his parents meant well, he still can't let go of those repressed days of adolescence.

Endless arguments and fights, constant studying, tutoring, and doing exercises.

I thought that after going to university as my parents requested, I could live the life I wanted after graduation.

But it still didn't work.

The pressure of work, the pressure of parents urging marriage, and the confusion of not being able to find one's way.

The breakup was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.

When he first started working, his salary was low. His girlfriend felt that he wasn't working hard enough, lacked ambition, and didn't know how to make money. Instead, he preferred to worship Buddha, so the two broke up.

But is he really not trying hard enough?

Ma Ming didn't know how much more effort he needed to put in to satisfy his parents and girlfriend.

Why not become a monk?

Nothing I do works.

When too many unspeakable things accumulate, one can only seek solace in the presence of Buddha.

Even if you say it out loud, it's nothing more than, "We're all doing this for your own good. We've all been through this before, so there's no need to say it."

My friend thought about it and agreed. Ma Ming always had his Buddhist prayer beads with him. While his peers were reading novels, he was the only one reading Buddhist scriptures.

They wouldn't be surprised if he really became a monk someday.

"By the way, are those braised pork rolls really that delicious?"

When the topic of braised pork rolls came up, Ma Ming was pulled out of his memories.

"That's really delicious. Just thinking about the taste of braised pork rolls makes me feel like my desire to become a monk is no longer pure."

Such high praise?

Upon hearing Ma Ming's words, his friend immediately became interested.

He had only read online that it was delicious, but he hadn't actually experienced it until someone around him recommended it, and then he realized it wasn't just empty talk.

"Is it right at the entrance of Changzhong Temple?"

"Yes, it's easy to find. Just look for the stall with the longest queue over there."

Ma Ming didn't realize what the success of his braised pork roll stall meant.

Instead, I strongly recommended it to my friends.

He only realized something was wrong when he arrived at Changzhong Temple around 10 a.m. and saw a large group of people gathered nearby.

"Wow, so many people?"

Thinking about yesterday's news, Ma Ming specially changed his clothes and wore a mask and hat today, afraid of being recognized.

He arrived early, but there was already a queue.

It's right where the braised meat roll stall is located.

Even before anyone entered the stall, a long queue had already formed.

Besides tourists who came to check it out after seeing the news, there were also regular customers who knew Lin Zhou and knew where Lin Zhou's stall would be this week after seeing the news.

With the main force arriving, it would be difficult to have a small number of people.

Lin Zhou arrived at No. 56, Dayang Street, right on time.

Then, seeing the familiar long queue, he was startled.

So many people?

There aren't enough to go around!

He prepared less ingredients today than yesterday, but there were far more people than yesterday. What should he do?

He prepared too many ingredients yesterday and sold more than 200 braised meat rolls in one lunch break, which kept him very busy, so he prepared less today.

It seems that the limit is one purchase per person.

Lin Zhou arrived at the designated location on his tricycle, greeted the enthusiastic diners, and then set up his stall.

"Boss Lin, you're famous now, you know? I saw a post that said someone gave up becoming a monk after eating your braised pork rolls, that's amazing!"

Lin Zhou, who hadn't been paying attention to online news, exclaimed, "Huh?"

Yesterday afternoon, he packed up his stall, went home, washed up, and went to sleep. After waking up, he went fishing with Pan Yuan. They fished until dawn, then went to buy groceries, went home, started braising meat, and then set up his stall.

He's been so busy every day that he hasn't had any time to pay attention to things online.

"This is the video."

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