During dinner, Zhu Xiaosi came over and slammed the door.

Zheng Changsheng was speechless at him, not even the prince at all.

You are a dragon son or grandson after all, right? You can't be more reserved.

After opening the door, Zhu Xiaosi said with a flattering look on his face: "The vegetarian meal is ready, follow me to eat!"

After saying that, he pulled Zheng Changsheng and left.

Zheng Changsheng was holding his shoes in a very embarrassing manner by his hurried steps: "Fourth brother, it's good to be slower, I haven't put my shoes in it yet!"

He complained a little, and Zhu Xiaosi noticed it only then.

A embarrassed smile: "Hehe! When it comes to their vegetarian rice, my greed is aroused. The braised eggplant here is awesome. You should eat more later.

After leaving here, there is no place to eat.”

Speaking of eating, Zhu Xiaosi talked endlessly, looking like a foodie.

Zheng Changsheng packed up and asked casually with his hands on his back: "Can Zen Master Mingkong have a meal together?"

Zhu Xiaosi raised his eyebrows: "He eats by himself in the Zen room, so we won't bother him."

Zheng Changsheng finally brought the topic to Mingkong, so how could he let it go easily?

"What did the fourth brother say? I have put such energy into my younger brother. Why do I have to thank you in person?"

Here, Zhu Xiaosi's words should work.

It should be fine if he comes forward to invite Mingkong, the old bald donkey, and it doesn't seem abrupt.

Anyway, he has already made the excuse, it depends on what Zhu Xiaosi does.

Sure enough, Zhu Xiaosi suddenly realized and turned to the guard and said, "Take my famous post to the Zen room and invite Zen Master Mingkong to have a meal together. He said I would like to express my gratitude to him in person."

The guard bowed and left.

Zheng Changsheng followed Zhu Xiaosi to the yard where he was staying, which was separated from Zheng Changsheng's yard.

The room was very quiet, with antique decorations, and a faint smell of sandalwood scent was floating in the room.

The restaurant is not big, with a square table and a circle of chairs in the middle, which makes the space look a bit tight.

After sitting down, Zhu Xiaosi ordered: "Serve the food!"

Several little monks came in one after another with food boxes.

A table was set up in full bloom.

Fried bamboo shoots and braised eggplant in oil, Zhu Xiaosi specially asked Xiaoshami to place these two dishes in front of Zheng Changsheng.

"Try it now, this is the most famous vegetarian dish here."

Zheng Changsheng looked at it and it looked good. He knew it was good by smelling it.

I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly.

His eyes suddenly lit up. As a veteran foodie, Zheng Changsheng keenly discovered the unusualness of these two dishes.

Vegetarian dishes can taste the aroma of chicken, which is absolutely unimaginable.

He was worried that his taste had a mess, so he picked up another piece and tasted it.

That's right, this stir-fried bamboo shoot is definitely cooked in chicken soup.

Damn it, didn’t monks all eat vegetarian food? Are you not afraid of blaspheming the Buddha with chicken soup in vegetarian dishes?

He dares to say that no one in this world except him makes such a dish.

When his wife Lu Wanrong was fasting at Qingshou Temple, he tried hard to make various chicken soup-based vegetarian dishes for her to please.

I saw the same operation method again today, which made him feel very curious.

The question marks on his face were about to come out.

Zhu Xiaosi looked strange and thought that the vegetarian dishes were not in line with Zheng Changsheng's taste.

"What's wrong? Brother, this dish doesn't suit your taste?"

Zheng Changsheng put down the chopsticks in his hand and said to the monk who was standing at the door: "Can you call the monk to see him?"

Zhike Monk was so scared that he was a little overwhelmed.

He didn't know Zheng Changsheng's identity, but he knew the identity of King Yan Zhu Di.

Can a person who even King Yan Zhu Di should be with him carefully?

"Ah... Amitabha, donor... If the dish is not up to the taste, you can make it again. Please don't be angry."

Zheng Changsheng smiled slightly: "The food is very good, I like it very much. I just want to meet the Huo Tou Monk to ask about how to cook. I can cook it for my family after I get home.

You must not think too much!”

When Zhu Xiaosi heard Zheng Changsheng say this, he let go of his heart.

He turned around and said to the monk who was a guest: "Hurry up, call the monk Huoto. I will be rewarded."

The monk Zhike understood Zheng Changsheng's intentions, and heard His Highness Yan's rewards again. His eyes lit up and he ran towards the backyard.

The skill was not great, and the monk in Zhigu led a monk in a hurry.

As soon as the monk entered the room, Zheng Changsheng felt a sudden heart.

Isn’t this the fire-headed monk Guanghui from Qingshou Temple? When he was cooking vegetarian food for Lu Wanrong, this guy helped to burn the fire and delivered food to Wan'er himself.

I didn't expect to see him here.

Oh, now the truth is revealed.

The vegetarian food here is a kid Guanghui who learned his own way.

Just say, this taste is absolutely familiar.

Guanghui lowered his head and did not dare to look up: "Amitabha, I heard that the noble man wanted to learn the cooking method of the young monk. The young monk was frightened and worried. Please forgive the young monk for not being as good as the noble man's wish.

The method of vegetarian food was passed down by the ancestors before the young monk became a monk. The so-called Dharma was not passed down by six ears. I hope the nobles will forgive me.”

Damn, this kid Guanghui is really fucking fooling him. Isn’t it too much to put a gizzard on his face?

I am not as big as your descendants.

Zheng Changsheng was very depressed.

"Isn't this Master Guanghui? Look up and see if you still know me?" Zheng Changsheng said.

Guanghui slowly raised his head, stared at Zheng Changsheng and looked at him for a few times, without any impression.

After all, Zheng Changsheng was only seven years old, and now he is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. His appearance has long lost his childishness and has become much more mature and steady.

His appearance has also changed a lot, and it is not surprising that he can't recognize it at first glance.

Guanghui looked at it blankly for a long time: "Amitabha, don't blame me, the little monk is very clumsy, I really can't remember where I have seen you."

Zhu Xiaosi was also surprised. Zheng Changsheng and a fire-headed monk were talking about something idle.

People definitely don’t know you, you have never been to Peking Mansion, so where have you ever seen you?

He thought that Zheng Changsheng was unwilling to teach cooking methods after hearing Guanghui say that he was unwilling to teach the way to cook, so he deliberately wanted to make trouble for others.

He thought what Guanghui said was reasonable. It was passed down from his ancestors. Didn’t he say it? The Dharma is not passed down to Liuer!

Zhu Xiaosi quickly smoothed out: "Brother, don't be embarrassed by others. You have never been to Peking Mansion, how could they know you?"

Zheng Changsheng smiled and said, "I wonder if the master had become a monk at Qingshou Temple in Jinling before? I once met a fire-headed monk named Guanghui there, who looks very similar to you."
Chapter completed!