At the same time, although Fang Zheng knows a lot about sculpture, there are some things that he has never experienced before. He will be able to understand them unless the system is given to him. Qingjing Sanren, on the other hand, talks about natural practice and the way of nature.
Founder also benefited a lot.
The two of them each took what they needed, and the more they chatted, the happier they became. In the end, they forgot about time and food, and chatted all day long.
Beside, the lone wolf lay motionless, looking weak. Whenever two people looked over, he would take a deep breath, suck his belly back, and then show his belly to the two of them. However, the two of them looked at each other.
People were chatting and just ignored his belly...
The lone wolf raised his head and looked at the birds flying in the sky, muttering silently in his heart: "From now on, I will never go down the mountain! I won't go down the mountain if I kill him!"
By the time the two of them came back to their senses, the sun was already setting in the west, and the sunlight was shining on Fang Zheng and Qing Jing Sanren. At that moment, the two people seemed to be lit up from a picture scroll, very eye-catching, as if
Real Buddha and gods!
"Huh..." Qingjing Sanren put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Fang Zheng with a still unfinished look on his face. "They say a thousand cups are too little when drinking with a close friend. I didn't understand it before, but I understand it now. I'm not a member of the same Taoist group, so I'm here."
I often leave the Taoist temple after saying no more than three sentences. I am not interested in continuing the conversation, but after chatting with the Master like this, I feel like I am forgetting all the sleep and food, and it feels so hearty. This feeling is really wonderful..."
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "That's true. It feels really good."
Qingjing Sanren said: "I was so busy chatting that I forgot to eat. Master, please wait a moment. I will come back as soon as I leave."
After saying that, Qingjing Sanren went to the backyard. As soon as Qingjing Sanren left, Lone Wolf immediately got up and hummed: "Master, you have finally finished chatting and finally thought of eating. Aren't you all hungry?"
Fang Zheng touched his belly, shook his head and said, "Don't tell me, I'm really not hungry."
Lone Wolf was speechless for a moment. He had prepared countless words, but was stunned by this answer.
Just as Lone Wolf was thinking about how to make Fang Zheng realize that he had ignored his apprentice's stomach problem, Qingjing Sanren came, holding a plate in his hand with some exquisite pastries on it. These pastries were of different shapes and surrounded by
It is a fence surrounded by bamboo-shaped cakes, with various flowers and small trees in the middle. At the same time, there are some fruits dotted in the middle. At a glance, it looks like a shrunken world with huge fruits... It is not so much this
A pastry is more like a painting.
Qingjing Sanren put the plate on the table. Fang Zheng looked at these pastries and asked the question in Lone Wolf's mind with surprise: "Master, can this be eaten? No, what the poor monk meant is that such a delicate and beautiful thing,
The poor monk is a bit unable to speak."
Another meaning is that such a small amount of food is not enough for the poor monk! What’s more, the poor monk also has a dog with a big stomach!
However, Qingjingsan apparently didn't expect that much, thinking that what Fang Zheng was asking was the question in his words, and smiled slightly and said: "This is what Pindao made this morning, and I originally planned to eat it for lunch. Fortunately, you guys came, otherwise there would be so many, Pindao
Tao is also worried about how to eat. You're welcome, eat more."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he almost cried. You don't have to be polite with this thing? If you don't, it's probably not enough for a lone wolf to lick with his tongue.
The lone wolf couldn't help it anymore and wanted to say something. Fang Zheng quickly pinched his tail to tell him to be honest.
Although he is a bit disgusted with this thing, Fang Zheng also understands that Qingjing Sanren is in a similar situation to him. The only difference is that Qingjing Sanren does not have the help of the system. And without the help of the system, in such a remote place, he is probably a poor man! How can he have it?
The food is already good, so don’t force it.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Amitabha, in this case, the poor monk will not be polite."
After saying that, Fang Zheng picked up a small bamboo with the hopeful eyes of Qingjing Sanren, and put it into his mouth. Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up. I thought that although there were good-looking snacks in this barren mountain, they might not be delicious.
After all, he was used to eating crystal rice cold bamboo, and he had a tricky mouth. However, after taking this bite, Fang Zheng was very surprised.
The bamboo seems to be made of something like glutinous rice. It is very meaty when you taste it. If you look carefully, there is a fragrance of bamboo, and it is also a little sweet. After eating it, you actually have a desire to eat it even though it is not enough.
Fang Zheng looked at Qingjing Sanren in surprise and said, "Amitabha, this snack is really delicious."
Qingjing Sanren smiled and said: "When I was not practicing, I learned some pastry-making skills. When I went into the mountains and had nothing to do, I tried to incorporate all the edible things around me into the pastry. You eat
This one is made using some special techniques to incorporate the fragrance of bamboo into the pastry. Just try it if you like it."
While talking, Qingjingsan dug out a piece of grass and placed it in a square bowl.
Fang Zheng picked it up and put it in his mouth. A unique aroma immediately spread after entering the mouth. That feeling... Fang Zheng said almost subconsciously: "The smell of willow buds!"
Qingjing Sanren pursed his lips and smiled and said: "The master guessed it almost. This is our glutinous rice cake. The tenderest part of a kind of mugwort is incorporated into it, and it is crushed and made with glutinous rice."
While listening, Fang Zheng felt the almost perfect taste in his mouth. At the same time, he picked up other snacks and put them into his mouth, praising them as he ate them. Qing Jing San Ren explained how to make them. However, during this process, Qing Jing San Ren didn't even eat at all.
She sat in front of Fang Zheng so gently like a big sister, smiling softly and looking at Fang Zheng, her eyes becoming warmer and warmer as the two people communicated.
As for Fangzheng's temperament, he is more like the big boy next door. When the two of them sit like this, they are like siblings who have transcended the barriers between Buddhism and Taoism. It is extremely warm...
Of course, in this heartwarming scene, there is also a pitifully ignored big wolf that sticks out its tongue and occasionally pulls its legs to act like a gangster. Unfortunately, it is ignored...
Of course, Fangzheng would not just eat them all by himself. After tasting each snack, he began to persuade the Qingjing San people to eat them. At the same time, he threw one or two to the lone wolf. The lone wolf was already going crazy with hunger and almost chewing the bark of the tree.
When something to eat came, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the snack in one mouthful, then clicked his mouth and looked at Fangzheng in a cute way, as if asking: "Did I get it? Why didn't I feel that I had eaten it?"
Something?"
Fang Zheng was helpless when he saw this. Although the pastries were very delicate, they were also very small. For Lone Wolf's big mouth, such a small pastry was really... Fang Zheng couldn't do anything about it. It was good that Qing Jing San was willing to receive them.