"Tell me, I told Master to return to secular life for a day, taste what the braised pork rolls taste like, and then come back, okay?"
The little monk eating the vegetarian roll said with a fantasy look on his face.
These simple cold vegetables rolled together are so delicious, so how delicious is the braised pork in the pot!
"Where are you putting this card?"
The little monk next to him looked at him speechlessly.
What you think is so beautiful, he doesn’t even dare to think like that!
"If you ask me, adding meat may not necessarily taste as good as vegetarian food. Meat itself is delicious, so even if you add some salt and seasoning and stew it, it will be delicious. But vegetables are different, like these potatoes, bean sprouts and kelp In addition to the taste of the ingredients themselves, it all depends on the chef's skills. If you want to make delicious vegetarian dishes, it depends on the chef's cooking skills. Why do some people make cold bean curd so fragrant? Why is it bland when you make it yourself? It’s tasteless and doesn’t taste good at all.”
"So, to sum up, the braised pork rolls are definitely not as delicious as the vegetarian rolls we bought!"
These words made the young monk stunned for a moment.
But it does make sense.
This vegetarian roll is just better than the vegetarian food in the temple. They are both vegetarian, but the taste is completely different.
The seemingly ordinary potato shreds with no flavor are full of umami in the mouth. The crisp texture is in sharp contrast with the soft dough. Coupled with the soft touch of the tofu skin, every ingredient really complements each other. tasty.
It would be great if the vegetarian food in their temple could be as good as this.
The little monk had a beautiful thought.
Then I ate two vegetarian rolls in one go.
I didn’t eat any of the vegetarian food in the temple.
After lunch time was over, the rice cook in the kitchen fell into deep thought when he saw the untouched food.
What's going on? Is there something wrong with the taste of today's food?
The rice monk tasted it and found it was fine.
"You guys clean up first, I'll go out and ask."
...
Ma Ming, who had finished two braised pork rolls outside the temple, was pacing back and forth with a glass of iced mung bean soup, confused.
Whether or not this house can get out is a question.
After you become a monk, you will have to avoid food. You won’t be able to eat such delicious braised pork rolls.
I can only eat vegetarian rolls like the other monks.
This is too difficult to choose.
It’s not that I don’t want to become a monk. The thought of going back to face my parents who are urging me to get married and the pressure of making money makes me want to become a monk.
But the braised pork roll is really delicious!
Moreover, I heard from diners in line that the owner who sells braised pork rolls also makes other delicious food. He also sold fried chicken, hamburgers and other foods before, and they were all delicious.
Everyone who has eaten there says it’s delicious, and the boss has a lot of fans.
Moreover, the boss is very mysterious. He will randomly change the stall every week and sell different delicacies. This is so new. He has never encountered such a roadside stall.
Just hearing it makes me curious.
If you become a monk, you will have no luck in the future.
Ma Ming is in a dilemma.
In the end, I was defeated by the delicious food.
He already has a nostalgia for the secular world. Even if he becomes a monk, his six roots will be impure, so why bother.
Ma Ming sighed and accepted his fate.
He walked into the temple to explain the situation to the abbot.
Ma's father and mother, who had been paying attention to Ma Ming from behind the big tree, saw Ma Ming walking towards the temple and almost couldn't help but rush over to stop him.
"It's useless. The child is determined to become a monk. It's useless even if you hold him back. At worst, he will find a remote mountain to become a monk on his own. It's better to just let him go. We can go and have a look if he's close."
The horse's father pulled the horse's mother, and for a moment he seemed to have aged several years, and suddenly became haggard.
It's them parents who failed to educate their children well.
No one else is to blame.
The horse mother burst into tears.
The couple collapsed on the ground and cried holding each other's hands.
From now on, their son will be a monk!
How can this old couple live?
While they were crying with snot and tears, Ma Ming walked out of the temple.
Seeing a couple being watched by passers-by, their eyes widened in shock.
"Mom and Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing Ma Ming's voice, Ma's father and mother raised their heads with tears in their eyes, and saw Ma Ming intact in front of them.
The thick hair on his head is still strong.
"Son, you haven't become a monk?"
The horse mother was so surprised and happy that she pushed the horse father away and jumped on her son.
Father Ma:? ? ?
"No, the braised pork rolls made by Boss Lin are so good. When I think about not being able to eat them again after becoming a monk, I don't want to leave home."
Seeing his parents crying like this because he was going to become a monk, Ma Ming couldn't bear it anymore.
If you don’t want to become a monk, don’t become a monk.
The life he escaped from was also the daily life of most people. Others could face it, and he could also try to accept this kind of life.
Looking at his parents, he knew that when he went out today, they must have been following him.
"Is that the braised pork roll you just queued up to buy? Your mom loves to eat and queues up to buy it for you every day. As long as you don't become a monk, she will agree to whatever you say."
"Then if I don't want to work, can I get married and have children?"
Before Ma's mother could say anything, Ma's father frowned in disapproval. After Ma's mother noticed, she immediately grabbed the man from behind and told him to shut up.
"My parents listen to you. You can do whatever you want. As long as you don't become a monk, my mother will agree to it."
Ma Ming sighed helplessly, knowing that this was their mitigation plan.
But he didn't say anything and returned home happily with his parents.
I couldn't bear this kind of life before, but now I have new expectations and sustenance, and I don't feel like escaping anymore.
The crowd who watched the whole process only remembered three words.
"What braised pork rolls, they sound delicious? Where's the braised pork rolls?"
"Brother, why don't you explain clearly before leaving? I'm very curious."
"What a braised pork roll, it has successfully attracted my attention. Secretary Wang, I give you ten minutes to find it quickly!"
Secretary Wang:......
Within an hour, another piece of news about Changzhong Temple appeared on the Internet.
Shock! While traveling at Changzhong Temple, I met a man who was originally going to become a monk, but he decided not to become a monk because of a braised meat roll. His parents were so excited that they hugged each other and cried at the door of the temple. What is the charm of a braised meat roll?
So where can I buy braised pork rolls?
Because the incident was so bizarre, it immediately attracted a large number of netizens who loved to watch the excitement as soon as it was released.
Soon, Lin Zhou's stall was dug out.
He is also famous for his random way of setting up stalls every week.
With such a willful boss and stall setting up, it became so popular in a place where no one knew about it, which shocked netizens.
Knowing that some of Boss Lin's diners had also seen the video, he was very anxious.
"Who exposed my secret?"
"Friends from other places should not believe it. It is all false propaganda by the media, and none of us locals know it."
"I'm telling you, as a local, I won't lie to you. It really doesn't taste good. It's all a gimmick, right?"
"Brothers, something is wrong. Why do I feel like Boss Lin is going to get angry!"
...
(I’m going to make up for a missed chapter. If I say there is more, I will definitely have it. As for that paragraph, I deleted it because I was scolded. I gave it a one-star book review and said that I spent Christmas. It was really an injustice. I clearly spent one night. I’m all typing, and until now, I’ve been scolded for saying Merry Christmas to everyone, and I have nothing to say.)
