Liao Kong also stood up, casually adjusting his monk's robe. "Anything is fine. Senior brother, you can even cook?"
He smiled without any embarrassment, "I only know a little bit, so it might not taste particularly good. Please forgive me, junior brother."
Liao Kong gently rubbed his fingertips. "That's still better than mine! I will definitely savor the food my senior brother makes."
He smiled without any embarrassment, then walked into the kitchen first. Looking at the remaining cabbage and radishes in the cupboard, he was at a loss.
"Junior brother, there's not much food left in the room. I heard Master say that you don't seem to like cabbage and radishes!"
Liao Kong smiled and said, "It's just a matter of comparison. But now that I'm a monk, I shouldn't care about those desires for food and drink."
Cabbage and radishes are both fine; as long as it fills my stomach, I'm already very satisfied.
Liao Wu thought for a moment and said, "That won't do either. Although we are monks, we still need to be content with what we have."
Okay, I'll make you some radish and cabbage balls!
As he spoke, Liao Wu got to work, shredding the radish and cabbage, then mixing them with flour and kneading them into small balls.
Seeing Liao Wu diligently preparing the meal, Liao Kong paused for a moment, then said...
This senior brother Liaowu is really handsome...
Even when cooking, it can't look good...
She's much prettier than that Princess Chaoyang, and her temper is much better too...
When Kong realized he had compared Wu to Princess Chaoyang, he couldn't help but gently criticize himself.
My senior brother is a future enlightened monk, how can you compare him to a woman like that!
While Liao Kong was idly thinking about trivial matters, Liao Wu had already completed all the preparations.
Looking at the small, round dumplings that were all the same size, he nodded in satisfaction.
Seeing his junior brother lost in thought, Liao Wu gently called him twice, "Junior brother, junior brother."
"Hmm, hmm? Ah! Senior brother, what's the matter?"
"If you don't have anything else to do right now, could you help me start a fire?"
Without saying a word, Liao Kong sat down in front of the stove. "Okay!"
Liao Wu smiled, then gently poured a layer of oil into the pot and lightly fried the small meatballs.
Seeing Liao Wu's actions, Liao Kong couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, don't you always like light and simple things?"
"Boiling these meatballs in water would be just as good, so why fry them in oil first?"
She smiled without any embarrassment, "I was just worried you wouldn't like the food."
I'm sorry, but you must have eaten much better at home than here.
You must be finding it hard to adjust here, right? But that's just how things are in our temple; you'll just have to make do.
Liao Kong stared intently at him, wondering why this person, who hadn't spoken to her for so long, understood her so well.
He had no idea what was happening inside the hollowed-out dumpling. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the golden-brown dumpling, and sighed with satisfaction.
"Junior brother, dinner is ready."
Looking at the golden, crispy little dumplings that Liao Wu had made, Liao Kong felt a long-lost sense of anticipation...
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