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

Chapter 75 You're so stubborn, you don't want to eat! (Bonus Chapter)

"Not for sale? Where does the smell of these skewers come from?"

Master Ruchen was completely bewildered by the overpowering and enticing aroma of roasted meat in the air. What... what's going on? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?

He subconsciously took another deep breath, and wow! It actually smells really good!

I really want to be in a relationship, oh, the more I think about it, the more unbearable it becomes—no, I really want to take a bite. No, no, you stubborn mum, you don't want to eat! Forgive me, forgive me!

Ru Chen quickly focused his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, silently reciting, "Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, fragrance is also emptiness—lamb skewers, beef skewers, pork belly, beef tendon, squid slices, lamb loin, lamb kidney, oysters and clams are all inevitable—"

Wait a minute! How did it turn into a barbecue menu recitation? Master Ruchen's face flushed, and he quickly banished these inappropriate thoughts from his mind, resuming his silent recitation of the Heart Sutra. This must be a test from Buddha! Stay calm, I must stay calm!

Lu Feng was busy packing Zhang Daye's food, but his ears were constantly listening to the sounds coming from the temple gate.

When I heard the tourist yelling about five-yuan buns, I knew I was in trouble! Where else on this whole mountain could I find a place that sells vegetarian buns for ten yuan a piece?

Seeing the tourist getting more and more carried away, even mentioning complaints, Lu Feng knew he couldn't stand idly by any longer. Not only was this matter caused by him, but if it also implicated his fellow disciples, Hai Chi and Hai He, who had helped him, it would be a sin.

Lu Feng quickly jogged forward and saw the man smelling something in the air.

"Brother! Please calm down! It's a mistake, a mistake!" Lu Feng's voice arrived before he did, and he put on an apologetic smile.

The tourist was still angry, and upon hearing this, he abruptly turned his head, his anger intensifying, "I made a mistake? I f***ing—"

Just as the eldest brother was about to get angry, a familiar fragrance wafted from Lu Feng's hands.

He twitched his nose, his anger instantly replaced by surprise and doubt. "This smell... seems a little familiar?"

Lu Feng picked them up; what he was carrying were two vegetarian steamed buns. He quickly seized the opportunity to explain, "Brother, the vegetarian steamed buns you're looking for are ones I made!"

"Yes, that's the steamed bun!" The tourist's eyes widened even more. He looked at Lu Feng, then at the helpless-looking Master Ruchen, his mind still a little blank. "You made this? Isn't it the monks who sell it?"

"Misunderstanding! Huge misunderstanding!" Lu Feng continued to explain, "Here's what happened. I rented a small stall at the entrance of this temple. This morning I made some steamed buns and asked the two monks, Hai Chi and Hai He, to help me take them to the top of the mountain so that tourists who get up early to watch the sunrise could try them for free. If you're interested, please come and visit the temple entrance when you have time."

Lu Feng emphasized the key phrase again, "It's the temple gate. How did you come out from inside the temple?"

The tourist was stunned, then thought back carefully. The fat monk seemed to have mentioned the temple entrance, and he instinctively assumed it was the monk who had made it, accidentally stumbling upon the back entrance, and then went straight to ask for steamed buns.

So I misunderstood and went to the wrong place? And I even wrongly accused the person in front of me?

The anger on his face subsided visibly, replaced by a hint of curiosity. "So—you made the steamed buns? Ten yuan each?"

"It's ten yuan each, but this is a free gift." Lu Feng pointed to the stall not far away.

"Not for sale?" The tourist was a little disappointed, but he immediately realized that this young man was trying to sell a bundled deal.

Ugh, what I hate most is people like you, trying to sell things in bundled deals!

"I'll sell them, I've always sold my steamed buns at Fisherman's Wharf. I only made a limited number today, you can—" Lu Feng thought about the number of steamed buns left, held up one finger, "Buy one."

Master Ruchen, who had been listening nearby, finally understood what had happened. He then remembered that the park manager had said yesterday that the vacant stall at the entrance had been rented out, but he hadn't paid much attention to it at the time. He never expected that someone would set up a stall there today and cause such a commotion.

This stall owner not only set up his stall quickly, but he also dragged his two foolish apprentices along! The world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. It's always been monks who coax worshippers, no one ever tricks a monk into doing work!

Master Ruchen, who was usually peaceful, was now a little angry and was about to start lecturing this extremely detestable young man.

Lu Feng spoke first, "The temple also has a portion of these vegetarian buns. Venerable monk, please try some first."

The freshly steamed bun was offered to his lips. Master Ruchen took it, a little curious. Just one bite was enough to extinguish his anger. So, vegetarian buns can be made this delicious? No wonder the tourist had been clamoring for so long.

He looked at Lu Feng again, his gaze swirling. This young man had stepped forward to help them out, and his attitude was sincere; he was truly a good young man. Master Ruchen praised, "Benefactor, you have excellent skills. This humble monk, Ruchen, is indeed the master of Haichi Haihe."

"So it's Master Ruchen. I promised to give the temple some steamed buns, but your two disciples haven't taken them yet. Please accept them."

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Lu Feng led Master Ruchen and the tourist back to the stall.

The tourist standing nearby, smelling the gradually dissipating aroma of grilled skewers, was already incredibly hungry and couldn't wait any longer.

He walked up to the stall with Lu Feng and read the sign, "Two yuan and fifty cents a skewer? That's a lot more than steamed buns."

When Lu Feng took out the skewers, good heavens, they were so small! He wanted to complain about how expensive they were, but then he suddenly remembered that when he was arguing with Master Ruchen earlier, he had made it clear that he was rich and not concerned about the few dollars in the bill!

He couldn't afford to show weakness now. Though his heart ached, he waved his hand dismissively, saying with a touch of bravado, "Alright! Let's go—have a skewer to try first! Twenty skewers, right? Fifty yuan!"

Just then, a number of tourists began to arrive along the mountain path in the distance, all of whom had been recommended by Hai Chi Hai He.

When they approached, the tourist in front of them was a real character, holding a beef skewer in one hand and a hot steamed bun in the other, eating with gusto, his mouth drooling and eyes shining. The fiery savory flavor of the skewers and the warm, sweet taste of the bun intertwined in his mouth, bringing him a double dose of ultimate enjoyment.

He was enjoying his meal immensely, mumbling indistinctly, "Damn! This is delicious! It was worth the money! Boss, give me another one! No, two more! I'm taking some home for my wife and kids to try!"

Tourists who arrived later saw this and exclaimed, "Wow, this guy is eating so heartily!" Then they looked at the price and thought, "Wow, these skewers are so expensive!"

Some people were still hesitant because the skewers were more than twice as expensive as regular grilled beef, while others went straight up and bought them.

"Boss, I want one!"

"Give me some too! Ten skewers to try first!"

"What about steamed buns? Do you sell steamed buns?"

"A freebie? Then I'll have one too!"

"Queue up! Don't push!"

In the blink of an eye, a small queue had formed in front of Lu Feng's stall!