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

Chapter 79 Bro, are you living in the last century?

But who is Zhang Jingfan? He is a tough guy with a strong backbone, and he never takes the slightest temptation seriously!

It's ridiculous. Even Zhang Jingfan laughed. I was just saying those lines by Wang Mouze. How could it be considered my own words? You all take a few "famous quotes" seriously? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

Zhang Jingfan explained seriously, "I just thought about it carefully. I only said I would never eat steamed buns, not that I wouldn't eat barbecue skewers! Besides, I just suggested that eating too much greasy food in the morning is not good. These few skewers are such a small amount, it's easy to handle, isn't it?"

After saying that, he snatched the ten skewers of fiery beef from Fang Chuchu's hand and slurped them all up in one bite.

"It smells so good! It's so spicy!" Zhang Jingfan felt a surge of spiciness soaring to the sky. The tender beef, combined with the extreme yet distinct spiciness, instantly broke down all his preconceived psychological defenses.

What? Oily food isn't good in the morning? These skewers aren't oily at all. The oil is just right, not a bit too much. You can't even feel what greasy is!

What? Eating barbecue skewers is unhealthy? Dude, are you living in the last century? Barbecue skewers are high in protein. As long as they're not burnt or too oily, they're healthy, bro!

Fang Chuchu then realized what was happening and yelled, "Zhang Jingfan! You'd better die!!!"

Jiang Libai watched the two of them bickering in front of her and clicked her tongue, "It really smells like the sour smell of love."

Gu Xunguang ate with the most seriousness, one skewer after another, tears welling up in his eyes. For him, now over thirty, life seemed to be filled with work, and apart from the world behind the camera, he seemed to have no other hobbies. His taste buds had long been numbed by social engagements and fast food.

But at this moment, the burst of spiciness and rich aroma in his mouth, like a blazing flame, suddenly ignited a long-dormant corner of his heart. He realized that, besides capturing light and shadow, experiencing this soul-stirring heat could also bring such overwhelming joy and satisfaction.

"Why are you crying?" Li Manwu handed him a tissue. Gu Xunguang wiped his tears and looked at her, saying, "It's spicy! I definitely put double the chili in this half-bracelet!"

After seeing off the satisfied Li Manwu and her entourage, Lu Feng was finally able to catch his breath, opened the system screen, and checked the mission prompts.

Side Quest: The Abbot's Troubles. Abbot Zhenyan of Kaiyuan Temple is seeing his temple's incense offerings dwindling and he's even out of money for repairs. The abbot is truly pitiful; please help him quickly.

[Task Reward: 1 RMB cash, 1 high-tech insulated box]

[Side Quest: Squeaky's Troubles. Squeaky, who has eaten your steamed buns, has never tasted anything so delicious before. He really wants to eat them a few more times.]

[Task Reward: 5000 RMB cash, 1 month of Dream Study Room time]

Lu Feng, "—"

Okay, okay, System, you're really going after troubles, aren't you? Last time we had a diner's troubles, but at least it was a face-to-face diner! The abbot's troubles? Squeaky's troubles?

When the hell have you ever cared about my troubles? They're all human, am I a dog?

The abbot? I've never even met the abbot. What does his troubles have to do with me? I don't own this temple. I haven't even solved my own problems yet. And who has a family named Zhizhi? It sounds like a mouse.

He didn't want to take the mission, but the reward was just too tempting. The money wasn't the main issue, but he definitely needed another one of those high-tech insulated boxes. And the Dream Study Room—everyone who's used it raves about it!

Squeak still couldn't figure out who it was, but the abbot's troubles—

Lu Feng stroked his chin, gazing at the ancient but slightly mottled exterior walls of a temple not far away. Improving the environment? I'm just a painter, what makes me good at painting? Donating money? He's penniless himself.

Just then, the side door of the temple creaked open. Hai Chi and Hai He walked out, heads drooping and rubbing their wrists.

"Benefactor Lu—" Hai Chi greeted weakly, "You've really put us in a terrible situation! Our master punished us by making us copy the Diamond Sutra three times! Our hands are almost broken!"

Haihe nodded silently to himself.

Lu Feng felt a little apologetic and quickly took out a pre-prepared insulated bag containing thirty still-warm buns. "Thank you for your hard work, Venerable Masters. If you said thirty, then you meant thirty."

Upon seeing the steamed buns, Hai Chi immediately perked up, grabbed one, and took a bite, mumbling, "Amitabha, Benefactor Lu is so righteous!"

Haihe, his eyes squinting as he ate, added, "The previous bag was confiscated by Master, and neither of us got any."

Lu Feng asked curiously, "Three copies of the Diamond Sutra? How long would that take? You finished copying it so quickly?"

From the time the two went in until now, at the agreed eleven o'clock, less than two hours have passed.

Upon hearing this, Haihe said with great pride, "Hehe, my senior brother invented the carbon paper copying method! No matter how many times you copy, it'll be copied in one go!"

"Cartoon paper? The blue kind?" Lu Feng was stunned for a moment. This reminded him of when he was a primary school student and was punished by his teacher to copy things. This was exactly the kind of thing they used. More than ten years have passed, and it hasn't kept up with the times at all.

"As the ancients said, 'It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat!'" Hai Chi said confidently. "Benefactor Lu, this carbon paper method may seem old-fashioned, but the key is to have a fresh approach. Only by updating your thinking can you truly keep up with the times!"

Lu Feng was speechless. Suddenly remembering the side quest, he asked, "By the way, Venerable Masters, I see your temple is quite old; the walls and everything are rather dilapidated. Is the incense still burning well?"

When this was mentioned, Hai Chi sighed, "Don't even mention it. Our Kaiyuan Temple isn't like some of those trendy temples that hold all those consecration ceremonies, charge exorbitant incense prices, and charge high prices for fortune telling. I've heard that some abbots even keep several mistresses."

"Our abbot, Master Zhenyan, is a down-to-earth person. He believes that spiritual practice is spiritual practice, and that it's not good to do anything fancy. We usually rely on growing some vegetables ourselves and earning a little money for incense oil by selling the 9.9 incense package, which is just enough to make ends meet."

Upon hearing this, Haihe's tone also became somewhat dejected. "I just passed by the abbot's room and overheard him chatting with a friend. He even refused a donation. But several temple buildings have broken roof tiles, and it will probably take at least tens of thousands of dollars to repair them."

"So you two still have money for barbecue?" Lu Feng almost blurted out.

"Benefactor Lu, Hai Ci and I are just treating this as a job, not as real cultivators. We definitely wouldn't do it without money." Hai Chi saw through Lu Feng's thoughts at a glance. "However, we still admire Master Zhenyan."

Haihe continued, "Yes, the abbot said that monks should be pure and not be corrupted by money. But how can we repair the house if we don't have money?"

How do we retain customers? Are we just going to rely on selling 9.9 yuan meals? On selling vegetarian buns for two yuan each, or vegetarian meals for fifteen yuan a meal?

When Hai Chi heard about vegetarian buns, his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Lu Feng and said, "If you, Benefactor Lu, were to sell these buns in our temple?"

Perhaps, just like today, even more pilgrims will visit the temple!

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. "When there are more worshippers, more donations, then we'll have money to repair the temple and improve living conditions, right? Wouldn't that solve the abbot's worries?"

Lu Feng listened, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "That's right! In that case, the abbot's troubles could also be my troubles." He said, "That's a solution—"

"Shall we go ask the abbot?" Hai Chi suddenly stood up, and the vegetarian buns in his hands no longer seemed so important.