Chapter 207: Owner Bu… Do You Know This Serpent-Woman? (2/2)
Blacky rolled its doggy eyes and lay back down to resume its nap.
”Meat… meat fragrance!”
Having stepped into the store, the young monk's eyes glistened even brighter. It looked as if an egg was mounted with sparkling diamonds…
There was wine… there was meat, this store was not bad!
The young monk's gaze rested on Ji Chengxue at a distance, who was just about to stuff a piece of juicy, aromatic Red Braised Meat into his mouth. Then, he shifted his glance toward Wu Yunbai, who had bitten into an oily, glossy Golden Shumai… He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
The fragrance that pervaded within the store stimulated his appetite. The portion of bun that gave him a full stomach was immediately forgotten.
This was the location where that old fox Zhao Musheng had a task for him?
The young monk couldn't refrain from chuckling.
”What would you like to order? The menu is behind you. You can tell me the dishes once you've done deciding.” Ouyang Xiaoyi explained skillfully to the odd monk who had just entered the store.
The young monk was taken back and twisted his head. Seeing the exorbitant dishes on the menu, the corners of his mouths instantly twitched.
”Please give this humble monk an order of the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, and also a jar of Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine,” the young monk said to Ouyang Xiaoyi carefully.
Ouyang Xiaoyi was stunned. Since when could monks start drinking wine and eating meat without any reservation? What was the deal with this guy ordering wine and meat with such a straight face?
”The Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine?” Ouyang Xiaoyi responded with a question.
”Yes, dear benefactor, once the wine and meat had passed through the intestines, us votaries should not be subjected to the judgment of the common society. Eat whatever we want, and drink whatever we please, as long as the buddha lives in our hearts.” The young monk pushed his palms together, coming off as extremely sincere.
”Alright, please wait momentarily.” Ouyang Xiaoyi was dazed.
”Dear benefactor, this humble monk has another tiny request, which is seeing Owner Bu, of this restaurant.” The young monk grinned. His complexion showed nothing but gentleness.
”You want to meet the smelly boss? Can you wait for a bit… He isn't available now.” Ouyang Xiaoyi frowned. She still felt like there was something peculiar about this monk before her eyes.
The young monk was not in a rush, and found a seat for himself.
Ouyang Xiaoyi walked to the window of the kitchen, and relayed the order of the young monk to Bu Fang.
”This Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine was ordered by a monk…” Ouyang Xiaoyi said with an odd tone, ”and he said he wanted to see you.”
”See me?” Bu Fang was startled, and then he put a dish at the window. Ouyang Xiaoyi carried it away and placed it down in front of Wu Yunbai.
These two ordered a lot of dishes, buried their faces with food, and couldn't even stop.
They had never expected that Bu Fang's dishes actually tasted this good.
As Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen, he carried a richly aromatic Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in one hand, a jar of Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine in another, and stopped by the young monk.
The young monk squinted his eyes. Seeing Bu Fang, he brought his palms together as his nose twitched…
”Your Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine. Please enjoy,” Bu Fang said calmly, and then glanced at this monk with a composed manner.
The young monk stood up, his face formed a smile: ”I have heard much about the great Owner Bu. This humble monk, Shang De, has a longstanding admiration for Fang Fang's Little Store. I've come to pay my visit today.”
Bu Fang did not respond him, and continued looking at him with a deadpan face.
The young monk Shang De snickered, stroked his bald head, and gave it a light tap.
”Owner Bu's cooking skill is indeed impressive. This aroma has fully intoxicated this humble monk. However, this young monk came with a purpose today, and has some questions for Owner Bu.”
”Go ahead,” Bu Fang responded coolly.
The young monk's face became grave. With his palms pressed together, he bowed lightly toward Bu Fang.
”Us votaries have benevolent, merciful hearts. This humble monk came across a young serpent-woman on the streets of the Imperial City. As it goes, to rescue one person from death is better than building a seven-storied pagoda for the god. This humble monk came to her aid, but she quickly lost consciousness since she was heavily wounded. This humble monk felt rather helpless. However, the serpent-woman shouted out Owner Bu's name before she fainted. And so this humble monk came here to inquire, whether Owner Bu knows… this serpent-woman?”