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"Come, let's eat a steamed bun first!" Tang Ning went to fetch a plate of steamed buns first, distributed them to the famous monks, and said, "Eat slowly, there will be vegetables in the back later." ”

"Amitabha, thank you, little master." The monks all made a Buddhist salute to Tang Ning, looking at the steamed buns in their hands, their hearts were warm.

They can meet this kind-hearted little master here, and it is also blessed by the Buddha.

Everyone has a steamed bun in their hands, but in the end, the little monk didn't have it, he didn't cry or make trouble, he just grabbed the corner of his master's clothes with one hand, looked at the steamed buns in the hands of the senior brothers and swallowed his saliva.

"Come, the master will share half of you." The old monk touched his head and was about to divide half of the steamed buns to the little disciple.

Tang Ning smiled slightly when he saw it, and said, "He's young, give him this!" As he spoke, he took out a small paper bag, opened the paper bag, and five or six delicate pastries jumped into the eyes of the little monk.

He looked at the pastries he had never eaten in surprise, and then at the monk in Tsing Yi with crooked eyebrows and a kind smile on his face, and he didn't dare to reach out to take it.

"Come, taste, it's delicious." Tang Ning said with a smile and picked up a piece of pastry for him.

"The little master gave it to you, you can take it!" The old monk said with a smile.

"Okay." The immature voice responded, and after taking the pastry, he thanked Tang Ning again: "Thank you." ”

Seeing the little monk's well-behaved appearance, she put the pastry in front of him and said, "Eat slowly, these are all yours." As soon as the voice fell, he poured him another glass of water.

Where did the five or six-year-old monk ever eat these exquisite pastries? took the pastry and took a careful bite, and the sweet taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, so that he couldn't help but look at the good-looking monk in Tsing Yi again.

Why does he have such delicious pastries?

The diners on the first floor of the inn are all passers-by who are in a hurry to rest here, and when they saw that the monk in Tsing Yi invited the dozen or so monks to eat, some people asked curiously: "That little monk in Tsing Yi, where are you a monk?" How can there be money to treat them to dinner? ”

Another man glanced at them and said coldly: "These ten or so people!" You can manage their full meals, but you can't satisfy them, in my opinion, it's better to leave them alone. ”

When the old monks listened, they just lowered their heads slightly and muttered, "Amitabha." ”

Listening to their words, Tang Ning smiled and said, "Why not help others within the scope of your ability?" She glanced at those people and said slowly: "With good thoughts, helping others is also helping oneself, and those who do good deeds and accumulate virtue will always be blessed." ”

The diners on the first floor were silent, and no one spoke again, just quietly eating their own food.

"Here comes the meal!" Xiao Er shouted, and brought a tray of large plates of vegetarian dishes and rice.

A table of six dishes and one soup, in addition to rice and steamed buns, they were full of joy to eat, and after being hungry for so many days, they finally felt full.

After eating, they went out of the inn and gratefully saluted the little monk in Tsing Yi in front of them: "Thank you for the kindness of the little master, but I don't know what to call the little master's name?" ”

Tang Ning looked at them, his eyebrows bent, and he said with a smile: "You can call me Master Tang." ”

"Tang, Tang Shi?" The old monk looked at the delicate and outstanding little monk in front of him in astonishment, and stayed in place for a while.