Medicinal Immortal

Tangning didn't know what happened to them, and would never have thought that Mo Ye, the Night King, who used him as her brother, actually thought of her differently.

At this time, after she finished shopping, it was already too late. It was rare to come down, and she knew to Han by her side: "Let's go to the stall over there and eat something before going back! It's just time to rest."

Han Zhi glanced at the roadside stall and said, "Master, there are so many people on the roadside stall, why not go to the teahouse or restaurant?" Even though the master is now a little monk, he is also a nobleman from a family. You can go to the roadside stalls where the three schools and nine people gather!

"You don't have to worry about so much when you go out, and the food in the stall is sometimes better than the restaurant, let's go! The stall in front has a lot of customers and the food should be good, so let's go there and eat." Tangning said with a smile. Step forward and walk forward.

"Yes." Hanzhi was helpless, so he had to follow her to the stall.

A few men sitting at a table saw the little monk approaching, and they smiled and asked, "Little monk, alms?"

"No." Tangning smiled back, and sat down at an empty table, and said, "I'm here to eat."

"Little master, what do you want to eat?"

A woman came over and asked with a friendly smile. While pouring Tangning a cup of tea, she said: "We have rice and vegetables here, and some homemade snacks. The vegetables are grown in our own land. , Things are not expensive."

Hearing this, Tangning thought for a while, then said, "Then give me two bowls of rice, two or three side dishes, and another meat dish and some snacks." She said, she smiled and asked, "Is there any soup? ?"

"Yes, is egg drop soup okay?" the woman asked with a smile.

"Yes, you can." Tangning nodded with a smile, and beckoned to Han Zhi: "Sit down! How can you eat while standing there."

When Hanzhi saw this, he walked forward and sat down at the table. Perhaps it was because the breath on his body was more perspiring, so that the guys who were still looking for a little monk to chat with him after a few glances at Hanzhi didn't speak again.

It is the woman's husband who cooks the dishes. With skillful stir-frying, a few dishes are cooked in a short while. It is simple, not like the delicate dishes made in the restaurant, but very homely dishes.

"The dishes are here." The woman brought the dishes to the table, and soon she cut a plate of braised pork and served them on the table. Then she brought them two large bowls of rice, and the last thing served was an egg drop soup.

Looking at the simple and fragrant dishes, Tangning narrowed her eyes with a smile, and said to Han Zhi: "Look, these dishes are not inferior to the restaurant, they smell very good, and the servings are quite large!" While she was talking, she put a piece of stewed meat into her mouth and ate it, eating with her small mouth bulging, just like a little squirrel, very eye-catching.

Hanzhi looked at the big thick bowl of rice and the master who was immersed in it, so he picked up the chopsticks and ate the vegetables.

"Little monk, you are a monk, why are you still eating meat dishes?" An old man at the other table couldn't help but smile when he saw the little monk's mouth full of oil.

Tangning took a mouthful of rice and said, "Old man, you don't understand it. As the saying goes, the Buddha has kept it in his heart!"

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he laughed: "A good sentence has passed through the intestines, and the Buddha left it in his heart!"