Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

Hai Chi carefully examined the two skewers of sizzling beef in his hand. The meat strips on both skewers were fresh and plump, clearly not the pre-made kind sold on the street. The strips were evenly cut and, under the heat of the charcoal fire, they had an enticing deep brown color, glistening with oil, without a single burnt spot.

Cumin and chopped green onions are sprinkled on top like scattered gold and green jade, and the traces of flames carry the aroma of everyday life.

The aroma of roasted beef, rich with fat and infused with the spiciness of chili peppers, aggressively fills the nose. In addition, there is a lingering fragrance of fruitwood, which dilutes the pungent smell of charcoal.

With anticipation, Hai Chi opened his mouth and took a bite. His teeth pierced through the crispy outer layer, directly touching the incredibly tender beef inside.

The first sensation is the extreme tenderness and explosive freshness. The meat juice bursts in your mouth instantly, carrying the unique and mellow meaty aroma of Wuling Yellow Cattle, without any fishy or gamey taste, only pure freshness.

The second wave begins with a scorching heat that rises from the tip of the tongue, spreading to the root of the tongue and then to the throat, layer by layer, spicy and refreshing, yet without masking the fresh aroma of the meat.

The third layer is a symphony of spices! The domineering and long-lasting aroma of cumin instantly fills the nasal cavity, mixed with other unnamed but exquisitely matched spices, harmoniously blending the freshness of the beef and the intensity of the chili.

Finally, a very faint hint of natural bamboo fragrance, like the finishing touch, perfectly relieved the greasiness of the meat.

This is nothing like ordinary street barbecue! It's a true storm of flavors!

Burning, Hai Chi felt himself burning; it was his heart, his heart was beating.

Having spent so long in the temple, I could live a comfortable life on a salary, and I hadn't felt this vibrant energy in a long time.

Hai Chi felt like he wasn't eating a skewer of beef, but rather riding a scorching wind, rushing towards the fiery universe.

How delightful! But just as he finished those two skewers, still feeling unsatisfied, he heard someone calling from afar, "Hai Chi, Hai Chi, Master is looking for you!"

A thin young monk, also dressed in a light gray robe, came out from the side door, glanced around, and quickly walked over when he saw Hai Chi.

"Good heavens, you idiot, you're sneaking food again! How many times has Master told you? If you continue to eat meat and drink alcohol while wearing monk's robes, the abbot will punish you by making you copy the Diamond Sutra 100 times!"

Hai Chi, seeing the thin monk, showed no fear whatsoever. He glared at him and said, "Hai He! I'm just having a necessary conversation with the new stall owner!"

"Assessing the potential of potential owners and understanding new business opportunities are all for the future development of the temple and the 15th Five-Year Plan! You are slandering me again and undermining the unity of the temple! Humph, no wonder Master gave you that word 'He'."

Haihe chuckled and pointed at Haichi's mouth, saying, "Haichi, Haichi, your conversation is really deep. Otherwise, I would have actually believed the oil on your lips."

Hai Chi subconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth, then looked closely and realized, damn it, he had lost because of the details. No wonder they say details determine success or failure.

His imposing manner immediately diminished, but he still retorted defiantly, "What do you know! This is... this is a necessary part of the evaluation! Evaluation cannot be considered stealing... tasting!... How can it be considered stealing when it's a public matter?"

Unfortunately, there weren't many onlookers, so the atmosphere wasn't filled with joy.

Haihe raised an eyebrow, ready to continue his mockery, but as he twitched his nose, he caught a whiff of meaty aroma that was unlike anything he'd ever smelled before, not even at a night market stall, which stirred up his cravings.

This fellow student, who's obsessed with the sea, isn't good at anything serious, but you have to admit, he has a really keen eye when it comes to finding food. People have just arrived, and he's like a little devil, coming right up to them by the smell.

"These skewers? Are they good?" Haihe had barely finished speaking when he instinctively covered his mouth. How could such a thing have come out of my mouth?

"Why don't you try and see?" Hai Chi saw Hai He's eyes soften and patted him on the shoulder. "Hai He, a monk doesn't lie! Since you're already here, why not join us in exploring this? Master isn't here, and if you just wipe your mouth, how will he know we're here doing research together?"

Looking at Hai Chi's ambiguous smile, Hai He thought to himself, "Yes, we're already here. How can I bear to let my senior brother be punished alone? Would I still be human if I did that? How can I bear to watch him make a mistake alone!"

"How can we let our senior brother work so hard for the temple all by himself?" Haihe hesitated for a moment, but in the end he couldn't resist his craving. He sighed and said to Lu Feng, "Amitabha, benefactor, please let this humble monk also study this."

As the saying goes, we share the good times, but not the bad. If the abbot finds out, hmph! I—no, this humble monk—will report my senior brother for eating without permission! That way, my punishment can be reduced.

Hai Chi grinned from ear to ear and immediately turned to Lu Feng, saying, "Boss, finish me off with one more hand."

Haihe was about to say, "Give me one too," when his eyes caught the small print on the signboard. "How much? Five yuan a skewer? Can you finish that, senior brother?"

But then Lu Feng handed the remaining grilled skewers directly to Hai Chi.

Looking at the size of the beef skewers, Haihe asked, "Sir, you even differentiate between large and small skewers?"

Lu Feng silently took out a few more skewers of raw meat and showed them off; they were exactly the same size as the ones Hai Chi was holding.

Haihe fell silent, looked at his senior brother, and exchanged glances, saying, "Are you crazy or am I crazy? Can't you tell that these meat skewers are so expensive?"

Hai Chi, having finished a skewer and savoring it with his eyes half-closed, noticed Hai He's expression and explained, "Junior Brother Hai He, you're being superficial, so superficial! How can the value of a commodity be judged by its size?"

"Let me ask you, can a five-yuan boxed meal from a pre-packaged restaurant compare to a fifty-yuan takeout meal from a private kitchen? Just take a bite and you'll know!"

"Then I'll have half a hand, ten skewers!"

Soon, the freshly grilled beef skewers were handed to Haichi and Haihe.

Haihe took it with some doubt, and took a bite just like his senior brother. His expression changed instantly, replaced by the same blissful look as Haichi.

The rich layers of flavor, the explosive freshness... This is just too damn delicious! Haihe almost shouted it out.

The two brothers, one after the other, stood in front of the stall, completely absorbed in enjoying their meal, unwilling to eat too quickly.

Grandpa Zhang thought that the Buddhist sanctuary was a good place to practice Tai Chi, and since his home was at the foot of the mountain, he would invite a few neighbors and old friends to practice Tai Chi there every morning to understand the true meaning of health preservation.

But this beautiful morning was ruined by a small food stall!

Grandpa Zhang had only glanced at it casually, but he never expected that the two monks from Kaiyuan Temple would patronize this inexplicably appearing stall.

Especially that fat monk, who ate while shaking his head, the grease on his lips and the bald head on his head glistening in the morning light.

Especially with the recent northwest wind blowing, the aroma of grilled meat became even more pervasive as the charcoal continued to burn and more skewers of meat were put on the rack, wafting faintly over to Grandpa Zhang's side.

The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. No, he has to go over and properly judge this kind of behavior.

Grandpa Zhang put away his Tai Chi stance, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Lu Feng's stall.