In the early morning of May, the morning dew was especially there, and the barefoot little monk carried a patched dark green cloth bag, and gently knocked on the wooden door, and the crisp knock sounded three times, and the wooden door opened from the inside.

"Ah, you're here, come in!" Su Muli doted on the little monk and pulled the little monk into the door.

Su Muli carefully rolled up the trouser legs for the child, and advised, "It's early, the mountain road is wet and slippery, be careful of falling." Looking at the wet little feet, she couldn't help frowning, "Don't you have to go to morning class today?" ”

"No, no, the master said that I will send some things today." The little monk's slender hand handed over the dark green bag, and his thin face was full of pride, "Didn't my sister say that she was looking for yellow particle rice?" Yesterday, Master took Cun Xin to the back mountain to pick a few, as well as the small fragments, and Master also found a few. ”

Su Muli was confused, what yellow particles, what broken particles?

She opened the bag and said, "Ahhh "A scream!

"Inch heart kid, you are amazing!" As he spoke, he pulled the thin short arm and pecked hard at the yellow face!

No wonder she was so happy, it turned out that the bag was filled with corn and sesame seeds!

The tender corn kernels are still with water beads, which is fresh and tight!

"Let's go, sister, I'll make you the legendary handmade tea today, okay?"

"Good! I want to eat it! The little monk muttered a small mouth, his big eyes full of anticipation.

So, two figures, one big and one small, walked straight to the kitchen.

Now, Su Muli moved to the small courtyard of the back mountain of Cen Shan Temple with Mrs. Su for a few days, in addition to going to the mountain to pick some herbs every day, and going to the temple with her grandmother to listen to the old monk's lectures, more is to have fun with this yellow and thin but pleasing inch heart.

Cun Xin is a child picked up in the temple, raised in the temple since childhood, and is studying Buddhism with the master and brother all day long, and now such a ghostly sister suddenly appears, and will always pick the ingredients to make some novel and delicious food, he prefers to run to the back mountain courtyard, and Su Muli's words are also the most attentive, the girl casually mentioned a few words of handmade tea ingredients a few days ago, I didn't expect him to ask his master to help find it, and today he actually carried it early in the morning!

Qi Niang was moved......

You must know that in their previous life, their hometown was very good at the manufacture of handmade tea, and Qi Niang and her grandmother loved to drink that handmade tea the most.

When Mrs. Su saw the corn and sesame seeds, she trembled with excitement, "Mrs. Wang, hurry, hurry up and make a fire to set up a pot, today, I will personally teach you to make tea!" ”

In the small courtyard of the back mountain, there is green smoke curling in the early morning!

The white rice is soaked in well water, together with the sweet raw peanuts, and kneaded into a rice-white slurry juice with ceramic platinum, and then added fresh and sweet golden corn, tender green fine broken tea leaves, crispy and attractive cooked peanuts and sesame seeds, boiled in boiling water, and suddenly the fragrance is overflowing, sweet and attractive!

Big guy, you are competing to taste a bowl of me, so it's not lively and happy!

By the time Murong Qin came to visit, there was only a small half bowl left. After chewing and drinking slowly, someone is still unsatisfied!

I didn't want to be at dusk, so Cun Xin and his senior brother sent a big bag of corn and sesame seeds, "Master said, sincerely thank Mrs. Su for her handmade tea, and bring the ingredients to thank you." Another venture to ask, does this tea have a name? ”

Qi Niang bent her eyebrows and hurriedly replied: "Yes, this tea is called Sesame Buddha Tea!"

Gifts are still exchanged, and on the second day, Qi Niang and they sent a large pot of sesame Buddha tea, which allowed the monks of the whole temple to feast on their mouths.

At noon, Cunxin came to the door on time, "Sister, sister, you don't know how good my senior brothers and uncles are to eat, drinking bowl after bowl one by one, but such a big sea bowl!" He gestured awkwardly with his little short hand, "Fortunately, my sister still has the heart left, otherwise I would have been able to rob them." My master drank three bowls in a row, and said that it was delicious! ”

Qi Niang smiled, took a warm and wet handkerchief and carefully wiped his thin little feet, "Okay, my sister knows, you drink it quickly, this sesame Buddha tea will change its flavor when it is cold." ”

"Mmmm, it's warm now, it's delicious!"

Qi Niang touched the little bald head of the inch heart dotingly, took the cloth shoes handed over by Banxiang, and carefully put them on for him.

"Cunxin, these are the cloth shoes that your grandmother Su made for you, so you don't have to run around barefoot in the future."

Cunxin stopped drinking tea, touched the shoes on his feet lovingly, and grinned very happily, "Sister is good, sister is so good!" ”

Qi Niang also laughed, but looking at the monk's robe with one patch on the left and one patch on the right on this little kid's body, and it obviously didn't fit, the smile in her eyes faded a little.

The grandmother was unwell, so the only ones who went to listen to the old monk's lecture in the afternoon were Qi Niang and Murong Qin.

Buddhism is profound, Qi Niang listens to it and understands it halfway, but she didn't expect Murong Qin to be able to ask and answer questions with the abbot, but she still has a headache when she listens. It's just that someone is addicted, asking this and that and talking with the old monk, completely ignoring Qi Niang's increasingly dark complexion.

Weekdays can end in one hour, but today it's nearly two hours, Yaya, Murong Qin, what are you going to make trouble?!

couldn't help it anymore, Qi Niang quietly pinched a certain guy on her side twice with her hand.

Murong Qin was listening attentively, and the sudden pain caught him by surprise, and Junlang's eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle, and he grabbed the little hand of the bad thing.

The old monk finally stopped.

"Murong, don't forget that we still have something to discuss with the abbot today." Qi Niang laughed stupidly, and the hand under the cuff kept struggling.

"Oh, is it? What's going on, Qi Niang? Murong Qin grabbed it tighter and asked with a smile.

Yaya, you are ruthless!

Qi Niang gritted her teeth, struggled twice with small movements, and finally gave up helplessly, wrapped in someone's hot big palm.

"Master Abbot, the little woman has often heard Cunxin mention the tea banquet of the Buddha in the middle of the month recently, and she wants to ask if she is curious, and I hope that the master will solve her doubts."

The old monk is kind-eyed, "Su Xiaoshi said seriously, the Buddha meeting in the middle of the month is a major event in the history of Buddhism in the temple, once in the middle of every month, is to discuss Buddhism, popularize the people, and the tea banquet is dedicated by the temple to the Buddha and visitors to thank you. ”

"The rivers and lakes like wine, Buddhism loves tea, and the abbot respects the Buddha with tea at the Dharma Conference, which is the best." Qi Niang raised her eyebrows, "I don't know, can I have a sesame Buddha tea at this month's Dharma Conference?" ”

"Amitabha, the sesame Buddha tea made by the Su Shi is indeed a unique flavor, but the Dharma tea banquet has always been clear tea, and the rules are so, and I hope the donor will forgive me."

After chanting the scriptures and preaching the Buddha all morning, I only gave the visitor a glass of water, old monk, are you going to starve everyone to death? No wonder there are fewer and fewer people who are talking about it!

It's strange if you're willing to come!