【Dawangshan Durian Fruit: The fruit of a perennial woody plant, famous for its unique breeding habits. The fruit is huge; the flesh of a single ripe Dawangshan durian can feed 10,000 people at the same time. The flesh is sweet, delicate, soft, and rich, with a perfect taste similar to creamy ice cream, making it a very popular fruit.
The sign of ripe fruit is an unbearable stench, requiring the wearing of a gas mask when harvesting.
(The roots of the Dawangshan durian will move to follow rainwater, sunlight, and suitable growing conditions. It has a long flowering period and a growth period of more than ten years, making it a very rare and magical plant.)
The flesh of a single Da Wang Shan durian is far larger than that of a giant mammoth. In order to add a surprise to the banquet, Xu Milu specially purchased ten Da Wang Shan durians through the Aoki Trading Company.
Because Lola was the one who discovered this Da Wang Shan durian, Xu Milu, as a friend, could buy it first, which was originally a perfect bonus.
—If the Tripitaka Master himself liked to eat durian.
"Master, Master, I swear to God, I really didn't know Sister Yin would draw... Pfft... so many rooms of King Mountain Durian... Who knew that out of ten rooms of Durian Flesh, Sister Yin would take five... Pfft..."
Xu Milu knelt sincerely before the wooden statue of the Tripitaka Master, her eyes filled with utmost sincerity:
"The good news is that Sister Yin isn't as interested in making stinky tofu anymore, the bad news is..."
She continued in a serious tone:
"The bad news is that Sister Yin wants me to teach her how to make durian desserts. You have to believe me, I really didn't mean to do that. The Master is always generous and will understand. It's just a pity for you, old man. Those five whole rooms of Da Wang Shan durians, if you eat them every day, by this time next year, you'll probably have eaten half of them..."
It is truly heartbreaking to hear and tearful to see.
The monk Sanzang really lost out this time. No one expected that he could dodge the stinky tofu attack from his own mother, but couldn't dodge the even more aggressive durian from Dawang Mountain.
Xu Milu estimated that in a while, the wooden statue of the Buddhist monk that Yin Wenjiao had set up at home would be fully soaked in the marinade.
Wow, stinky tofu with fermented bean curd and durian, that must taste amazing!
The thought had barely crossed her mind when she saw the little wooden statue come to life. The monk Sanzang, who was sitting cross-legged, twitched his left eyebrow and made an "OK" sign with his right hand.
"You're alright? That's great. Sister Yin is still waiting for me to teach her how to make desserts with durian. Now I can rest assured."
As soon as Xu Milu finished speaking, the little wooden statue moved its "OK" sign forward, its index finger and thumb precisely pinching its nose. Although the expression of the little wooden statue was not clearly visible, the soaring resentment was almost tangible.
If the wooden statue had a choice, it would definitely run away.
Xu Milu: "..."
—She's probably the first person in history to use durian to make the sandalwood Buddha statue stink so badly that people pinch their noses.
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