As they were talking about Wilson, a small door in the back hall opened, and Wilson ran in excitedly. He ran to Feng Xiaoyun and gestured excitedly, "Kongfu, Kongfu!"
This is the difference in perspective between Europeans and Chinese people. Everyone else in the team felt that it was really unlucky to encounter such heavy snow. Not only would it delay progress, but such weather was also very uncomfortable.
But Wilson didn't think so. He felt that people on the European continent were more adventurous and would actually be more interested in such extreme natural environments, so he kept arranging his own camera team to take pictures along the way.
He was even more excited after arriving at the Taoist temple. After all, this was a mysterious sect native to China. Many people in Europe believed in it, and Wilson's own family were all believers. He felt that if he was interested in such a mysterious sect, then many people in Europe would definitely be interested as well, so he didn't listen while filming all the way.
Just now, when I heard that the old Taoist priest was going to the kitchen to cook for everyone, my eyes lit up. This is actually a food documentary.
On a snowy night, he accidentally walked into a mysterious Taoist temple in China. The owner of the temple cooked a meal of Chinese cuisine. Wilson thought about this set of shots and felt that it was very interesting. So the old Taoist went to the kitchen and he took a cameraman with him.
When the old Taoist saw Wilson bringing someone to take a picture of him, he did not object. Instead, he straightened his clothes and tried hard to act like a master.
With so many people coming, there was no time to cook, so I had to serve my specialty, dumpling soup.
First, boil water in a pot, then find a large basin, pour half a basin of flour into it, then crack a few eggs, add some cold water, and start kneading the dough.
Because he knew that there was a camera filming him, the old Taoist priest used all his tricks to make it look flashy and extravagant.
His two hands moved in the basin, left yin and right yang, like he was performing a set of boxing moves. It was very pleasing to the eye. Wilson's jaw never dropped. He secretly exclaimed in his heart that it was a good thing that he brought a cameraman with him, otherwise he would have missed the most exciting shot of the day.
Then, half a basin of flour slowly turned into evenly distributed small lumps of dough under the old Taoist priest's random punches.
"Master, what is this?" Wilson's cameraman was equipped with a simultaneous translator. Upon hearing Wilson's question, he asked the old Taoist priest uncertainly, "Master, is this dumpling soup?"
"That's right! It's the old Taoist's secret recipe for the dumpling soup!" The old Taoist tried hard to act like a master.
"Guo Da Tang? Guo Da Tang!" Wilson remembered the name firmly. After the old Taoist priest put the dumpling soup into the pot and covered it with a lid, he told the cameraman to continue recording and hurried back.
"Yun, didn't you say that few people in China know how to make Kongfu? That old master knows how to make Kongfu, and he even uses Kongfu to make Guoda soup." This European language was mixed with Chinese, and even Feng Xiaoyun took a long time to understand what Wilson was saying.
When Wilson first met Feng Xiaoyun, he was very curious whether every Chinese person knew kung fu, so he was very interested in Feng Xiaoyun, his Chinese classmate. After a few interactions, the two became friends.
Later, Feng Xiaoyun said that real kung fu in China rarely appears in the public eye, and many so-called masters who frequently appear in the public eye are actually basically fake.
Apart from his good martial arts ethics, he didn't have any real skills, which disappointed Wilson for a while.
So when he saw the old Taoist priest's flurry of punches today, he asked the cameraman, but the cameraman couldn't explain it clearly, so he had to ask Feng Xiaoyun.
"That's Master's trick!"
Before Feng Xiaoyun could speak, Sanpang said with a smile.
Wilson then realized that there were two more people, one was a big man who was slightly more burly than himself, and the other was the one who was talking to him.
"Can you understand what I say?" Wilson was a little surprised.
You have to know that ordinary schools in China do not offer foreign languages. Therefore, mastering other languages generally requires individual study. Wilson is currently surrounded by only Feng Xiaoyun and her brother who are fluent in Continental English. The others can only understand a few simple words.
"Our company has export trade with Europe, so I have studied it systematically." Sanpang communicated with Wilson in fluent continental language.
"You just said that the master's Kongfu is fake?" This is the question that Wilson cares about most.
"I don't know if it's true or not, but the master has never fought with anyone. We also learned it when we were young, but it didn't seem to be of much use."
"Did you grow up here?" Wilson asked curiously.
"Yes, we are all orphans." Sanpang nodded: "It was our master who took us in since we were young, otherwise we might not have survived."
"Later, when we grew up, most of us worked nearby. If it weren't for the strong snow and wind today, everyone would have come back this weekend. This place is like our home."
"Are you saying that the Taoist priest has taken in many orphans like you?" Feng Xiaoyun didn't expect that this old Taoist priest who looked greedy and like a man playing with the world actually had such a side to him.
"That's right. You've seen the environment here. Twenty years ago, conditions here were very difficult. Many of us were abandoned for various reasons. It was the master who adopted us."
Recalling the past, Sanpang also felt a little jealous: "At the most, the master took care of eight of us children by himself, and the older ones could help take care of the younger ones."
After saying that, he pointed at Hu Zi who was standing beside him and said, "When I was four years old, he was thrown at the gate of the Taoist temple right after he was born. I even changed his diaper."
"Puchi..." Yan Zi and Feng Xiaoyue who were sitting on the side all laughed. It was mainly because of the difference in their current body sizes that it was hard to imagine the situation back then.
"Hey, you bring up such trivial things. Don't you think I have any dignity?" Hu Zi said helplessly in his loud voice.
But what Kim Jong-un said was true, and I had no way to refute it.
"No wonder the old Taoist priest looks so..." Yan Zi originally wanted to say that he was greedy for money, but after thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate to say so.
"Greedy, right?" Sanpang said with a smile, "Master is just like that. Back then, he raised eight of us by himself, and everything required money. Back then, he tried every way to make money. After all the hard work of raising all eight of us and getting us jobs, he can't change this habit."
"But Master never used his own money. Later, an orphanage was established in Xueling City, and children like us were sent there. Every year, Master donated his savings and the money we gave him as a token of our filial piety to the orphanage."
A-Tai defended the master, "Later, in order to let the master eat better and use better things, everyone would bring him extra delicious food and daily necessities when they came back every week."
The people who just thought that the old Taoist priest was greedy for money suddenly had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
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