Chapter 39 I am devoted to Buddhism...
At the temple gate, a young monk was concentrating on sweeping the ground.
Suddenly, a fragrance wafted over, it was the aroma of cumin meat.
He paused, his nostrils twitching slightly.
Oops, it seems even more tempting than the aroma of braised meat yesterday.
The little monk's face changed, and he kept chanting the Buddha's name:
Amitabha, Amitabha...
At the same time, he hurriedly took out the mask he had prepared long ago and put it on quickly.
Finally made it to noon.
The sun was at its highest point, and the bell for lunch time began to ring slowly.
The young monk rushed to the dining hall immediately.
He held his bowl in both hands and stared ahead expectantly.
When it was his turn, the monk in charge of serving the food scooped a spoonful of vegetables and tofu into the bowl.
The young monk walked to his seat and sat down, looking at the young monk next to him with a frown.
"Brother, I've been feeling that the vegetarian meals have been too bland these past two days. They've almost lost their flavor in my mouth."
The little monk put his hands together and said seriously.
"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense.
Vegetarian meals are for the purpose of spiritual practice in temples. We eat vegetarian meals in order to practice and to abandon the desire for food.
Look at those people. They eat delicious food and fish all day long, but their hearts are full of worries and desires.
Although we eat simple vegetarian meals, our hearts are at peace; this is our practice.”
After a pause, the young monk looked around and lowered his voice.
"But brother, have you ever smelled the aroma of cumin meat at the temple gate..."
Upon hearing this, the young monk immediately glared at the young novice.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother, you are guilty of greed.
We monks are supposed to be free from the four elements, so how can we be greedy for those meaty things?"
The young monk sighed.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I was just saying that. Oh, I really don't know when I can have a delicious vegetarian meal."
The little monk smiled.
"Junior brother, when your mind is free of distractions and your heart is devoted to Buddha, this vegetarian meal will naturally be delicious."
He turned his head away when he saw the little monk eating tofu.
Although this junior brother has a pure and gentle nature, he has a connection with Buddhism.
But after all, he is a latecomer.
As we live in this world, it is inevitable that we will become greedy for all kinds of worldly desires.
Unlike myself, who grew up in this temple.
That is a devotion to Buddha!!!
Thinking of his master's request to take good care of his junior fellow apprentice, the young monk secretly made up his mind.
It seems that I have to investigate carefully tomorrow.
What on earth could have seduced my junior brother into this state?
After finding the reason, he took the opportunity to give his junior brother a warning to prevent him from really breaking the rules.
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Waiting for more than half an hour seemed as unbearable as a century.
Wang Xue and Luo Hao stared ahead like eager watchmen.
Finally, the customer in front left with four cumin beef buns.
Only then did they see the dawn of victory.
"Boss, let's have four of you too!"
Seeing the two of them with eyes shining with greed, wishing they could jump into the pot, Su Chen could only smile helplessly.
"Sorry, there are only two left."
Luo Hao's eye twitched when he heard this.
"Huh? What?"
The diners waiting in line behind were wailing, which made people feel a little bit sorry for them.
"Okay, boss, pack these two for me quickly."
Luo Hao secretly rejoiced and spoke quickly.
I originally wanted to buy four roujiamo and leave one for those unruly kids in the dormitory to share.
I have only bought two now, which is barely enough for me.
It seems that they are not blessed enough to receive their father's love after all.
After selling the last two orders, Su Chen began to pack up his stall.
Nuonuo, who was standing by, wiped the oil stains from her mouth.
He walked over with small steps and tugged at Su Chen's trouser leg pitifully.
"Dad, I want another pancake."
Su Chen chuckled and scratched the little girl's nose.
"No, you just ate one, and now there are none left."
Nuonuo frowned.
She stretched out her chubby fingers, pointed at her belly, and said coquettishly:
"But Little Belly said it wants to eat another one, okay?"
Su Chen curled his lips and refused again.
The cumin beef buns I make myself are much bigger than the ones sold in the market.
How can I eat another one?
Su Chen made up his mind.
By dinner time, no matter how Nuonuo throws a tantrum, she is not allowed to eat.
Seeing that her act of coquettishness failed, Nuonuo closed her eyes and spread her hands.
I imitated Crayon Shin-chan in the cartoon and said, "Oh, there's really nothing I can do about you!"
After closing their stall, the father and daughter did not return directly to Yuhu Jinyuan.
Instead, I walked into the mall and bought a bunch of new clothes.
He will spoil his daughter!
It is bound to fill up the little girl's cloakroom.
Of course, for Nuonuo’s safety.
Su Chen also carefully selected a Beidou satellite phone watch for her.
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2:30 in the afternoon.
Under the shade of the trees at the entrance of Xingmeng Park, a group of people were standing there eagerly.
Suddenly, a loud voice shouted:
"Hey, what's that smell? Is it the pig's trotters?"
Everyone looked towards the intersection at once.
Instead, what came was a garbage truck passing slowly.
"Brother, are you hallucinating? That's not a pig's trotter, it's a biological weapon!"
"Oh, all that excitement for nothing. My mouth is almost watering, and then this thing comes up."
Another half hour passed and some people began to collapse.
"The sky...is falling! The boss hasn't come yet?"
"Pig's trotter...my pig's trotter...have you seen my pig's trotter?"
"Ah... No way, I won't be able to eat pig's trotters anymore!"
The security guard in the booth was also restless.
Starting from a little after one o'clock, his old phone was bombarded with calls.
Mobile phone ringtone: Folding a thousand paper cranes...
I have folded dozens of them, but there is still no peace.
The old man looked at the crowd at the park entrance with a look of despair.
In consideration of the tip someone gave me yesterday, I sent a group text message out of humanitarian spirit.
"Don't ask, the pig's trotter stall owner didn't come, he really didn't come."
A few minutes later, several people from the cycling team also arrived.
As soon as I stopped, I heard the heated discussion among the crowd.
For a moment, these people looked at each other.
"Oh no, how do I explain this to Lingling... or should I just buy two at the market and bring them back?"
"Can anyone else taste this good? Can Lingling tell the difference?"
"That's what happened. I was really craving this pork elbow. Snap! My happiness is gone."
Several people were at their wit's end, their faces filled with bitterness.
An idea flashed through the mind of one of the riders.
As a pure man, I reported the case to the police based on my rich experience of being cheated many times.
He said seriously, "If it doesn't work, let's call the police! This pig's trotter stall disappeared in a very strange way."
You know what, this is a good idea, and several people nodded.
The auntie next to them raised her head when she heard this, and seeing their clear faces, she waved her hand in disgust.
"Hey guys, forget it. We've already called the police, but they won't accept the case."
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(End of this chapter)
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