Chapter 662: Lingguang Temple Lafen Noodle Section Red Sleeve
If you cultivate the Buddha's heart for one life, you won't be a good person in the next life, but you can still be infected with the Buddha's spirit to some extent.
Luo Hui doesn't know who said this. Anyway, I think it makes sense to believe in Buddhism. It can't be said to be superstitious. As long as you don't do it desperately for the sake of that idea, are people who call me Buddha compassionate all day long really compassionate?
I'm afraid I'm not doing it regardless of what I do with a utilitarian mind, but I'm taking advantage of the Buddha!
Buddha will be angry!
Luo Hui didn't deliberately go to visit Buddhism or anything. He came to this temple called Lingguang Temple and prayed in front of the Buddha with his hands clasped together.
Linh Kuang Temple is quite famous in Chiang Rai Province, but he is really not familiar with this foreign country, otherwise he would not come to such a popular temple.
He whispered softly in front of the Buddha. He didn't care whether the gods and Buddhas in Thailand understood what he said. Anyway, he just said it.
But while he was praying, someone suddenly shouted from behind: "Huh? Why is it you?"
Luo Hui grabbed his head and looked at the person behind him, couldn't help but smile and said: "Hello"
The person who called him was the artistic young woman he met on the plane. To be honest, this woman was not very beautiful, but she had a bookish smell about her. This kind of temperament also existed in Fang Lian, but she didn't.
There is no one like this woman who would make people think that she is a well-educated girl with a good upbringing.
"Hello, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. Buddha often said that it takes five hundred times to look back in the past life to pass by in this life. How many times have we looked back in this life?" The literary young woman said calmly with her hands behind her back and blinking her eyes.
Luo Hui didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually said: "Maybe we were husband and wife in our previous life."
The literary young woman's face turned red and she said, "You really dare to make any joke."
"Since you know I'm joking, don't mind what I say. I'm a bad-mouthed person," Luo Hui said with a smile.
The literary young woman stuck out her tongue, and said with a playful tone: "Compatriot, we have met twice in this foreign country, how about I treat you to something to eat?"
Naturally, some Chihui brothers come and don't refuse. Anyway, he doesn't have to spend his own money, and he doesn't feel there is any shame in spending a woman's money. Besides, isn't it because he and he are destined? Since they are destined, then treat yourself to it.
A meal is not too much
Brother Hui has always been very open-minded and consciously followed behind the artistic young woman. Lingguang Temple has a good reputation in Chiang Rai Province. There are also many food stalls gathered outside the temple. The two of them came to a
Sitting down at the noodle stall, the artistic young woman spoke a few words to the boss in fluent Thai. Luo Hui was a little surprised. Although he had just arrived in Thailand, he really couldn't learn the words here. He was very convoluted when communicating with others.
I can only communicate with people in English with the pronunciation of turning my feet up to the point where I almost turn the basin into a pen. Now when I see a person who can speak Thai, I naturally say curiously:
“You actually speak Thai”
The artistic young woman smiled elegantly and said, "I have been to Thailand many times. It's not surprising that I know Thai. Why do you want to learn it?"
"I feel like it's not easy to communicate. If you're willing to teach me, I can learn from it," Luo Hui said.
The literary young woman nodded and said: "Okay, we are compatriots and naturally we have to help each other. I won't charge tuition. If you have time today, I can teach you... By the way, I live at No. 332 Lakun Street. You
If you want to learn anytime, you can come to me."
"Aren't you afraid of attracting wolves into your house?" Luo Hui said with a smile.
"If even Chinese people bully Chinese people like this, then when will our country develop?" the artistic young woman asked rhetorically.
Luo Hui was speechless for a moment, and then he laughed twice and said, "I can't speak to you."
"You're not trying to be reasonable. You definitely can't defeat me. Okay...here comes the noodles. Let me tell you, the noodles at this stall are the most delicious here. I will eat them here every time I come to Lingguang Temple."
A bowl, do you know why?" The literary young woman understood that Luo Hui was a rookie who didn't know anything, and her eyes were full of narrow-mindedness.
Luo Hui didn't know what the artistic young woman was thinking, but he still shook his head honestly and asked: "Why?"
"I know you don't know, forget it, I'll tell you, there is something called wax powder in this noodle. Wax powder is marinated with various rouge vegetables and lean meat and then air-dried.
Then grind it into powder and sprinkle it on the noodles. It will be very fragrant." The literary young woman seems to have the potential to be a foodie. When she explains, she can't help sticking out her tongue and licking her lips. It's touching but touching.
But it made Luo Hui feel a little funny
When the noodles were placed in front of him, Luo Hui took a bite of the noodles with his chopsticks and ate the powder that was no different in color from pepper. However, his face turned red immediately after eating it, and then he kept buying on the table.
The mineral water came and poured down in a burst.
The literary young woman immediately covered her mouth and started laughing. Her smile was not like leaning forward and backward, but also very light, a bit like the daughters of rich and noble families in ancient times.
"Idiot, there are dried chili peppers in the wax powder, and it accounts for one-third of the weight. How can you bear to eat such a big mouthful?"
After Luo Hui drank a large bottle of water, he finally relieved the burning feeling in his stomach.
"Little girl, I'm telling you, don't bully me, a little farmer, next time. Look how pitiful I am," Luo Hui said.
The literary young woman just smiled and said: "Who told you to eat in such a hurry? You had already eaten when I was about to say something, so it's not me bullying you, it's you who won't let yourself go."
"Okay, I was wrong. Can you tell me how to eat this noodle?" Luo Hui asked helplessly.
"Just take a small bite of this. Learn more." The artistic young woman just took small bites and chewed slowly.
Luo Hui had no choice but to finish the bowl of noodles like a girl. However, the noodles were indeed delicious. Although they were still a bit spicy, the taste of the noodles was still very memorable.
This is not as spicy as that
After eating the noodles, Luo Hui destroyed all the bottle of mineral water, but the artistic young woman seemed to have no reaction at all. Luo Hui couldn't help but ask: "Where are you from, and how can you eat it so well?"
"I don't mean that I know how to eat spicy food. A person who really knows how to eat spicy food is stuffing chili peppers into his mouth one by one. I'm pretty good at eating spicy food in my place. I almost forgot to tell you that I'm from Dali." Literature and Art
The young woman said as she finished the last bite of noodles.
"Oh? Ethnic minorities?" Luo Hui said
The literary young woman nodded and said: "Well... I am from a minority group. My name is Duan Hongxiu. What about you... what's your name?"
"My name is Luo Hui!" Luo Hui said, even if he stretched out his hand, it was just a subconscious action. But Duan Hongxiu was not restrained at all. Those five soft and boneless green fingers were touched by Luo Hui.