MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 16 Regret

Founder smiled bitterly: "I don't know if you are coming. The poor monk cooks only one serving. How do you divide it?"

Wang Yougui, Yang Ping and Tan Juguo were dumbfounded. They ran in and looked at the pot. No more than a big bowl of rice!

When you heard that there was only one serving, Wang Yougui also wanted to say, cook some more. But when I looked at the pan, the hot air spread out, and when I got to the mouth, I swallowed it back, and the saliva couldn't stop flowing, saying, "What kind of rice is this? Why is it so beautiful?"

Yang Ping also exclaimed: "Oh my god, this is made of crystal?"

Tan Juguo said with a look of shock: "I have been dealing with rice for a lifetime. I have never seen such good-looking rice, so fragrant rice! Founder, do you still have such rice seeds? Can you give me some?"

Wang Yougui and Yang Ping both looked at Founder.

Fang Zheng grinned bitterly. He would have a seed for this rice. He didn't know where to go next for dinner. Where can I get more seeds for Tan Juguo? So Founder shook his head and said, "Sorry, Grandpa Tan, there is no need for the poor monk. To be honest, where will the poor monk eat next year's food, and it hasn't landed yet. This rice is very particular about planting, and even a little mistake is possible. It was abandoned halfway. Moreover, it seems that only this finger can grow such rice, and it will not work. "

Yang Ping's eyes brightened and he said, "Fang Zheng, this rice is delicious and good-looking. If you can sell it, you will definitely make a lot of money! With money, are you still worried about eating? The temple has been expanded. The temple is big, and then the village chief and old secretary will help you sip outside. There must be many people who come to smell incense. Is this temple still anxious? "

Wang Yougui nodded and said, "Yang Ping is indeed an accountant, and he's good."

However, Founder shook his head and said, "The poor monk is a monk. What does it cost so much? The temple is not big, and the heart is enough. As for seeds, there is really no need for a poor monk."

Seeing Fang Zheng's dead mind, Yang Ping could not help but stare anxiously.

It was still Tan Juguo who understood Founder, and said, "Okay, okay, the temple is Founder, whatever he wants, you follow the blind idea. Founder, although this rice is not much, we are also trying something new. , Just eat a little, just taste it. "

Yang Ping heard the words, nodded slightly, and was a little unhappy in his heart. He said maliciously: "The rice that smells good doesn't have to be delicious! This rice must be average ..."

On the other side, Fang Zheng didn't know what Yang Ping was thinking. According to Mr. Tan's words, he was divided into four points, one for each small bowl, and then four people ate in the kitchen. Mainly, there are two or three mouths per person, and it is meaningless to go out.

However, Yang Ping quit and cried, "Founder, there is only rice? No food?"

The Founder pointed to the soaked wild vegetables on the stove: "Is there any food here?"

Yang Ping glanced and shook his head with a disgusted look: "Forget it, let's eat. It smells very fragrant. I don't know how it tastes ... uh, Secretary Tan, mayor Wang Cun have you stunned?"

Before Yang Ping finished speaking, after seeing Secretary Tan taking a bite of rice, he stuffed his mouth frantically, then his face flushed, and tears came out.

Wang Yougui didn't go well anymore, and eating like that seemed to be hungry for ten or eight years.

After hearing Yang Ping's questioning, they ignored him.

Founder was also afraid that the two of them would choke and asked, "Drink water?"

The two of them shook their heads collectively, and also gave Founder a big white eye. The Founder was confused, isn't this too good for people? But looking at the red faces of the two, Founder was really worried. He could not live or drink water, neither could he.

Yang Ping looked suspiciously at the rice in the bowl. Under the sun's rays, this rice really looked like a crystal, shining brightly, just like a layer of sunshine and charm.

Yang Ping was admiring it, so he listened to Wang Yougui: "Little ... Yang, if you don't eat, give it to me, don't look at it."

Tan Juguo also said: "Give me."

Yang Ping looked at the eyes of the two like hungry wolves, and ate them quickly, so afraid that they would be late and be robbed.

With a mouthful of rice, Yang Ping's eyes became brighter and bigger! The grains are full, the mouth is smooth, take a bite, the soft shell outside the rice grains breaks open, extruding a strong fragrance, with sweetness in the fragrance! The mouthful is not rice, it is the taste of happiness!

Then Yang Ping couldn't help but ate a big mouthful, three times, five times two, and one bowl of rice was finished! Then he found out sadly that he was holding back!

"Drink water?" Founder came in dignified water.

Yang Ping gave Founder a big white eye, then shook his head desperately.

Founder wondered. Are these three people stingy? Is it like this, don't drink water yet?

Just then, Founder saw the three eyes turned to him at the same time! To be precise, it was thrown into the bowl in his hands!

Founder suddenly felt like being stared at by the hungry wolf, and quickly shook his head and said, "No! This is mine! Why should I have breakfast? Don't think about it."

After speaking, Fang Zheng was sitting aside, picking up chopsticks, and taking wild vegetables. When he was ready, he would start eating slowly.

As a result, one bite of rice was clamped, and before it was put in the mouth, three grunts were heard, and the sound of swallowing came over.

Fang Zheng looked up, and saw the three men's regrets, and the expression was like a dead child!

Founder: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Ping said in a crying voice: "I shouldn't have seen it, the village chief, the secretary, that what, I still have to go in advance. Can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it."

After speaking, Yang Ping left.

Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo gave each other a look and immediately said goodbye, but just before leaving, Tan Juguo asked earnestly: "Fang Zheng, do you have any rice after this?"

Founder did not know why: "It depends on the incense in the temple. The incense is strong, and I have a lot of motivation. The incense is not strong, what do I plant so much? I can't eat much."

Wang Yougui immediately said: "You still increase the output, we will go back and help you propagate, and I dare not say, at least the people in the village will come up and smell incense. Moreover, I heard that the country is also supporting the construction of temples recently If you can apply for money, you can expand the temple earlier. "

Founder quickly got up, saluted his hands together, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Wang Yougui laughed: "Don't thank me, I also ate for you."

Founder smiled and didn't take it seriously. The temple expansion was not a trivial matter. How could it be expanded for a bite? That's too great.

After sending away Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo, the Temple of One Finger quieted down again.

Founder can finally eat quietly, but as soon as he picked up the bowl, a pair of sharp eyes stared at him, staring at each other! He couldn't eat immediately, looked down, but was a lone wolf.