Life is a practice, tolerance, patience, endurance, perseverance, gratitude...... Bittersweet and calm. The Buddha said that when a flower blooms and bears fruit, that is, Bodhi, and if you use a Buddha's heart to perceive life in the world, you will cultivate into a flower, and your life will become happy.

Ye Fei now really wanted to cultivate into a cactus covered with spikes, so that the woman opposite would not always touch his head with a fragrant palm.

"Sister Shiman, men's heads and women's waists, please don't keep touching my head? It's going to be unlucky. Ye Fei took a small step back with a long bamboo stick in his hand, and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a wry smile.

"Where did you get so many old-fashioned and superstitious crooked reasoning at a young age, let my sister touch it, maybe she will have good luck, maybe it's peach blossom luck!" Lin Shiman looked at Ye Fei in front of her with a smile, she liked to watch the dodge inadvertently revealed in the young man's dark eyes, and teasing this young boy every day seemed to be the best way for her to pass the time of boredom.

Ye Fei rolled his eyes and stopped talking, the woman in front of him revealed a style that could not be stopped by a kapok robe, and it was useless to tell her anything.

"Yezi, help my sister roast a sausage, I want to carve mandala flowers." Lin Shiman stretched out a white index finger and pointed at the iron trough in front of the young man, and the tips of the ice flower glazed nails flashed a little warm and shiny.

"Okay, it's open today." Ye Fei's wheat-colored face had a very sunny smile, he reached out and picked up a hot dog from the basket on the iron trough shelf, bent down to grab an old wooden-handled knife from the small bamboo basket below, and squatted down on a small four-legged wooden bench on the side.

The half-dry charcoal in the tin trough hissed, Ye Fei ran his fingertip knife to peel off the hot dog's half-drawn red plastic skin with great skill, the tip of the knife moved in a semi-arc trajectory from bottom to top, evenly drawing five connected and continuous equal parts, the tip of the knife was flirting and dialing, turning lightly, and the dark and deep eyes flashed with a focused light, as if he was the only one in this world, a knife, and a hot dog.

Lin Shiman quietly looked at the teenager who focused on carving hot dogs, he was the first to dare to put the barbecue stall next to the 'Thorn Bird Bar', and it was two years, every afternoon when the sun set at sea level, he rode the modified tricycle with music, and pedaled the 'Ban'er Ye' on time at twelve o'clock, rain or shine for two years, but he never stepped into the bar door half a step, as if the sliding door was not strong and locked in another world.

"Leaves!" Lin Shiman called softly, and her voice was tactful like an emotional little female cat singing spring, eager to be happy in pain.

"Hmm!" Ye Fei didn't even lift his eyelids, and the hot dog in his hand gradually showed the rudiments of flower bones.

"Yezi, one intestine is not enough, my sister still has a mouth." Lin Shiman's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth hooked a narrow smile, she likes the concentration of the teenager, it doesn't mean that she likes him to ignore herself.

Ye Fei's fingertip knife paused slightly, looked up at Lin Shiman, who was as glamorous as a peach and plum on the opposite side, and asked fiercely, "Can you eat hot dogs?" ”

The smile on Lin Shiman's face suddenly stiffened, Liu Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, and he straightened his proud chest and said, "Young poor mouth, bake it quickly, sister wait." ”

"Wait a minute." Ye Fei poked the end of the carved hot dog with a long bamboo stick, rested on the charcoal fire, as the temperature rose, the flower bones at the top of the hot dog gradually opened the petals, he twisted the bamboo stick with his fingertips to flip the hot dog, five petals were continuous, brushed with a layer of bright oil, sprinkled with some yellow-orange-orange chicken essence, and a dark red mandala slowly bloomed on the charcoal fire.

"Yezi, sister found that your action of skewering hot dogs with bamboo skewers is quite handsome, are hot dogs made of meat?" Lin Shiman's watery eyes flashed with a dazzling brilliance, and her gaze focused on the mandala flower.

"Well, yes, there's meat." Ye Fei was concentrating on roasting the hot dog, and said a sentence casually.

Lin Shiman showed a smile on his face that the little fox had stolen the old hen, and said softly: "Then you can use a thin stick to poke the hot dog into the meat!" ”

"Ugh!" Ye Fei choked with his throat, raised his head and looked at the woman who was smiling sweetly, the moment his eyes met, his heart rippled, and the temperature on his face suddenly rose.

"It's almost mushy!" The corners of Lin Shiman's mouth raised slightly, and she reminded in a low voice, teasing the young man in front of her made her feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Goblins!" Ye Fei muttered in his heart, lowered his head and reached out to grab the oil brush and gently touched it on the mandala, quickly lifted it, pinched a small piece of paper towel to wrap the end of the hot bamboo skewer and handed it to Lin Shiman, a series of small movements looked so harmonious, and roasting a sausage can make people feel pleasing to the eye.

Lin Shiman took the roasted mandala to the tip of his nose and took a shallow breath, as if he was sniffing the fragrance of flowers that was refreshing to his heart, and asked in a low voice after squinting his eyes for a few seconds: "Yezi, I remember that you didn't know what flowers to carve when you first came, you tell Sister Sù honestly, which master did you learn this hand-carved flower carving from?" ”

Ye Fei smiled shyly and said: "No master, I picked up half a recipe with carving techniques from an old book stall, and I thought about it for a few months, and the book is the hard master." ”

Lin Shiman was secretly surprised in her heart, and the cherry pouted and said: "What about the deceitful ghost, sister doesn't believe that half an old recipe can learn this kind of Cheng dù, you can blow it!" ”

Ye Fei smiled, his eyes inadvertently drifted to Lin Shiman's chest, he didn't eat eye tofu, he hid something he deserved in the snow-white ravine that could bury countless eyes, banknotes.

Lin Shiman likes to wear tight-fitting pants without pockets, she thinks that only this kind of pants can outline her curvy S-shaped figure, and she carries a few bills with her, and rolls them up and buries them in the 'fragrant fluttering' place of the corset.

Sou! A scissor hand went straight to Ye Fei's eyes in a double dragon bead style, and he was so shocked that he staggered back two steps and almost fell a fart.

Lin Shimanjiao smiled and hooked her fingertips twice, and the two pieces of ice flower glazed armor flashed brightly in the afterglow: "Leaves, is it good-looking?" There was still a warm smile on her lips, but her voice had become cold and unapproachable.

Ye Fei pursed his lips and shook his head, he no longer dared to talk to the moody Lin Shimant in front of him, and secretly warned himself in his heart that this woman was a goblin, and it was better to provoke less.

Lin Shiman's eyes turned like waves, two fingers suddenly turned and poked into his chest, and he groped for a little and raised a small paper roll, his fingertips bent slightly, and the paper roll drew a short arc in the air and shot at Ye Fei, who was standing in place stunned.

The paper roll didn't come quickly, Ye Fei raised his hand and flipped it in the palm of his hand, spread it out and saw that it was a hundred-yuan banknote, the expression on his face was slightly stagnant, he handed back the banknote in his hand with a wry smile, and said in a low voice: "Sister Shiman, I don't want the money, I asked you to get this intestine." In fact, he wanted to collect money, but it was not enough to exchange all the change in his pocket, so after a little thought, he sent the heartfelt sister Shiman away.

Lin Shiman stretched out his fingers and pinched the banknotes, turned around and walked to the door of the bar, just took a few steps and turned his head, and said with a smile: "Yezi, Sister Gai Ming'er invites you to drink." After speaking, he turned his head, twisted his waist and shook his hips, like a beautiful snake, swam into the front of the bar, looked up and glanced at the classical log signboard before pushing the door in.

Ye Fei shook his head with a wry smile, and whispered to himself: "My mother used to say that beautiful women can't be trusted, and what they said quickly even forgot themselves, I don't expect her to invite you to drink, don't be idle and make fun of me......" After muttering, he stopped thinking about those irrelevant things, reached out and grabbed a small handful of lamb skewered with bamboo skewers from the basket on the shelf, and roasted it carefully on the charcoal fire.