Chapter I
"Today is my fifth year at the Bone Fu Temple. In three months, it will be my gift. I don't know what the master and Brother Ah Cheng will give me. Alain asked the big fleshy orange cat licking his ass with difficulty, in exchange for a perfunctory snoring from the fat cat.
"Fat cat!" Alain glared at him, gathered the food he had chosen at his feet into the basket, tucked the small bench under the hallway, and climbed into the porch with the vamps of his shoes on.
In early spring, most of the flowers in the temple are blooming, and the kitchen in the north of the backyard has the most early peach blossoms, and the petals can fall all over the yard in the morning. The orange cat flipped over lazily on the wooden floor of the porch, exposing its white, pink belly to the floral sunlight.
Alain walked all the way to the kitchen with the petals that floated in.
"Slow to death." The boy sitting behind the stove leaned against the wall, half-closed eyes at Alain, who came in in against the light.
Alan is not annoyed, probably because the air is sweet, people's mood is much better: "What's the hurry, it's a long time before you leave the meal!" β
Ah Cheng stood up, he was originally about the same height as Alan and had grown a lot since the beginning of spring, and the slender shadow passed by the corner of the wall, passed by the bench, passed by the small table and came to Lan's side, and used a gourd scoop to dig out a few scoops of water from the jar and pour it into the brown wooden basin. Lan poured the vegetables into it and pressed the leaves floating on the water with his hands. The stacked sleeves revealed an ivory-white arm, and the splashed water droplets flowed down the arm, forming a faint water mark, reflecting the light of the sun, and Ah Cheng lost his mind for a moment.
"Cut two chili peppers and wash them together."
"Ahh Okay, what color? β
"Red peppers."
"Okay." Ah Cheng twisted his slightly reddened face and walked to the wall a little awkwardly, "It's almost gone, the last two." β
"Looks like we can go out in the afternoon!" Lan turned her head and smiled at Ah Cheng's mischievous wink, and the eyelashes that flew up from the corners of her eyes were stained with the smell of spring.
"General Tu is here. The master said to prepare more chopsticks. β
"General Tu is here?" Alan looked at Ah Cheng in surprise, and after getting confirmation again, Lan stuffed the spatula in his hand into Ah Cheng's hand, rushed to the cabinet door and opened it with a bang, and ran out with the khaki bowl in his arms. Ah Cheng added half a spoonful of water to the pot, walked over to straighten the chopstick cage that had been knocked over by Lan, and closed the cabinet door.
"General Tu! Figure General! ... Ah! β
"It's almost time, and you're still so reckless." A slender and white hand held Lan, who almost fell, and the owner of the hand frowned slightly. The Buddha beads in his hand are painful in the arm bones.
"Oops, you let go!" The dark-skinned man in the back rescued Alan from the clutches of the devil, took the bowl in Lan's hand and rubbed her arm for her, and glanced at the monk in front of him, "If she falls to the ground, it really doesn't hurt you to pinch." The man touched Lan's little head and took her under his arm: "Let's ignore your monk master!" Alain was in such a hurry to pick me up, it seems that he missed me, right? β
The girl timidly turned her head to look at the man behind her who was pinching the Buddha beads that they had dropped, and nodded heavily: "Alan can think of a general!" β
"She's thinking about the mess you brought her!" The monk walked briskly past the two, passing by General Tu and not forgetting to bump him on the shoulder.
General Tu took Alain's shoulder and said quietly: "Your master is also a stand-up person, sometimes he is still so naΓ―ve!" β
Because of the arrival of General Tu, the usually almost silent table suddenly became lively. Although he is a son and brother who was born in the aristocracy and grew up in the palace, he is a little more free and friendly because of the reasons he has tempered in the frontier.
However, unlike usual, after lunch this time, General Tu did not take Alan Acheng to the backyard to study the latest strange wooden toys brought from the palace as before, but drove the two down the mountain by eating and buying supplies in the afternoon.