Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 42: Abbot, we have not violated the precepts!

We waited in line for a long time, and it was Ramadan time.

Monk Huikong and the little monk hurried to the dining hall together.

When they were halfway there, they suddenly saw the abbot coming towards them.

The abbot's attention was instantly attracted by the brown packaging bags in the hands of the two people.

There were a few big bright red words printed on it - Roujiamo.

"You, you..."

The abbot's expression changed instantly.

In broad daylight, you don't even bother to pretend.

It seems that the temple disciplines need to be severely enforced!

"Abbot! Listen to me..."

Monk Huikong reacted immediately and began to explain eagerly.

"We just bought a white steamed bun. We definitely didn't break the rules!"

He hurriedly took out the bagel and showed it to the host.

The little monk also nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, Abbot. We have always strictly followed the temple rules and dare not violate them in the slightest!"

After hearing this, the abbot gently stroked his chest with his hand to suppress the shock he had just received.

"Amitabha, you all need to practice well and not break the precepts!"

The abbot wanted to turn around and leave, but a faint fragrance wafted in the wind.

Come closer.

The molecules of Baiji Mo performed Brownian motion wildly and diffused into the abbot's nasal cavity.

The wheat fragrance carries the warmth of the sun and the simplicity of the soil, making people feel as if they are in a vast wheat field.

The abbot couldn't help but slowly close his eyes.

Feel the caress of the breeze and the swaying of the wheat ears.

At this moment, a sense of peace and harmony with all things arose in my heart.

"This steamed bun smells very rustic. Where did you buy it from?"

The abbot stood there, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Reporting to the abbot, it's right at the temple gate, and the queue has been going on for a long time."

The abbot nodded slightly upon hearing this, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

I think the simple taste of this world must be different from the vegetarian food in the temple. I would like to try it.

You two idiots, didn’t even think of buying one for me?

"Huikong, Jingwu, can each of you eat that much?"

"Don't worry, Abbot. This disciple and fellow apprentice Jingwu will definitely finish the food and will not waste it. Although this steamed bun is big, it cannot satisfy the hunger of our disciples. Besides, we disciples will cherish the food and live up to the Abbot's teachings."

Seeing that the two monks didn't react, the abbot's face gradually darkened.

"Never mind, go ahead. Be more smart in the future. Put this bag away quickly and go to the dining hall to have a good meal."

The abbot flicked his sleeves and left.

"The abbot's teaching is correct. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Monk Huikong and the young monk felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly stuffed the Baiji steamed bun into their arms and walked towards the dining hall.

Just arrived at the dining hall.

The monks were eating vegetarian food.

Still the same four things: vegetables, tofu, steamed buns and porridge.

Huikong and the other man cleverly took out half of the Baiji steamed bun from their bags and walked in with a swagger.

Don’t think this is Roujiamo!

I didn't break any rules!

The monks were stunned for a moment when they looked at what they had in their hands.

The roujiamo stall at the door is selling its food outside every day.

They have all experienced that fierce and overbearing meat aroma to some extent.

Normally, no one dares to think about eating roujiamo.

But now, looking at Huikong and the little monk, his heart was in turmoil.

Are these two geniuses? There is no wife in wife cake, and there is no meat in roujiamo!

Why didn't we think of that?

I just thought about not breaking the rules, but I didn't expect this to be possible.

Suddenly, the dining hall was filled with a buzz. Huikong held the hot Baiji bun in both hands, leaned forward and took a deep breath.

This strong wheat aroma smells so good.

If you press lightly, there is a noticeable rebound.

"Crack."

Huikong took a bite and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

The first thing you taste on your tongue is the crispy and charred outer skin.

The inside is soft and delicious.

The filling of the steamed bun is light milky white, just like biting into a sweet marshmallow, delicate and yet with a certain toughness.

"Gudong-"

The monks saw Huikong and the little monk eating the food with such relish.

They all stopped eating and swallowed.

"Brother Huikong, how does this Baiji steamed bun taste?"

Huikong swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun, clasped his hands together, and spoke slowly.

"This steamed bun is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a strong wheat aroma. When you put it in your mouth, the taste is like the Buddha's light shining upon you, warming your heart. Although it does not have the smell of meat, it has the richness of wheat. It is truly a delicacy in the world."

The little monk also nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Brother, you are absolutely right. This Baiji steamed bun is chewy and smooth to swallow. Every bite is like a delicacy bestowed by the Buddha, which makes people happy."

All in all, it's delicious.

They have never eaten such delicious vegetarian food in their lives!
After they finished talking, they put the cake into their mouths again.

"Brother Huikong, can you give us a taste of this?"

"Junior brother, please give me one bite, just one bite, please..."

Seeing this, several good senior brothers came forward.

Huikong's mouth twitched and he immediately refused.

"This is the bread we queued up for a long time to buy. If you want to eat it, go buy it yourself."

It’s not enough for the two of us, so why should I give it to you?
If I had known it was so delicious, I would have bought four.

For a moment, many monks rushed out of the dining hall and came to the gate of the temple.

At first glance, the food cart was gone, the long queue was gone, and the roujiamo steamed buns were gone.

Their expectant hearts fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

So frustrating! I can only buy it tomorrow!
……

Eleven o'clock.

Su Chen sold the last roujiamo and started to pack up his stall.

There are more people queuing today, earlier than yesterday.

Qiangzi and Qian Peng don't live very close to Fuze Temple.

They each set out from their homes, met at Wanda Plaza, and then headed towards Fuze Temple.

Waited until a traffic light intersection.

Qian Peng stretched out his right hand and pointed to the path ahead.

"Qiangzi, walk this way, cross this path and turn right, and you will see Fuze Temple in a few minutes."

Qiangzi nodded.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a familiar vehicle out of the corner of his eye and immediately turned to look.

However, all we could see was the back of the vehicle moving away.

He hurriedly picked up his phone and pressed the shutter.

Qian Peng was very confused when he saw Qiangzi's sudden action.

"Qiangzi, what's wrong? What happened?"

There was a glimmer of excitement in Qiangzi's eyes and his voice trembled slightly.

"I just saw the pig's trotter seller's car going that way."

Qian Peng suddenly became curious and hurried over to look at Qiangzi's phone screen.

The photo isn't very clear.

However, the outline of the car model is indeed very similar.

"Hey, this photo is so blurry that I can't be sure. Now the car is nowhere to be seen, and I can't even chase it..."

"Why don't you post the photo to the group? There are a lot of big guys in the group, maybe they can figure out something?"

Hearing this, Qiangzi nodded helplessly.

(End of this chapter)