The young scholar's words fell, and Huijue nodded.

In this way, these two donors are also rare kind-hearted people. ”

"Exactly. ”

The young scholar replied with a smile.

Then he bowed to Huijue,

"Little master, there is something else going on, so don't leave it at that. ”

With that, the young scholar walked forward.

Seeing the young scholar's back leave, Hui Jue then walked towards Fang Qiuji.

Fang Qiuji only has one store that is not very large.

Inside the storefront, a middle-aged couple in their forties are constantly busy.

The man was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with a cloth crown on his head, and his eyes were gentle, and he looked like an honest man.

He's constantly busy.

But the expression reveals the indifference and elegance that belong to the reader.

His movements seem leisurely, but his speed is not slow.

Specifically, the movements are calm and skillful, even as if they were flowing smoothly.

And it is this kind of calm and smooth movement that is obviously just making dim sum, but he looks like a master of calligraphy and painting.

It gives people an extremely pleasing feeling,

This has reached a state that is close to art, or rather, to Tao.

Everything has its way.

If you do one thing to the extreme, then you will reach the realm of perfection.

This is the Word.

For example, painters, chess masters, qin immortals, and martial arts masters, a truth.

Fang Wen's ancestors have been good at making dim sum for generations.

It's a pity that it was passed on to his father, who did not inherit the craftsmanship of his ancestors, but wanted to obtain the rank of knight through hard study.

So as to get ahead and revitalize the family.

And not just as a dim sum maker at the bottom of society.

It's a pity that Fang Wenyuan's father stopped at lifting people.

He refused to give up and studied so hard that he was so heartbroken that he vomited blood and died.

Fang Wenyuan inherited his father's will and vowed to study hard.

He has been smart since he was a child, and he is indeed very good at reading, although in fact, he prefers to watch his grandmother make dim sum since he was a child, and listen to his grandmother tell the story of those dim sum craftsmen from the ancestors of the Fang family.

Carrying his father's legacy, Fang Wenyuan tried a lot, but he ultimately failed.

However, fortunately, he did not drill the horns like his father, and even went to a dead end.

Instead, he found his own career.

And immersed in it, and even brought the Fang family's ancestral dim sum craftsmanship to an extreme realm.

One after another delicate dim sum is constantly being made from the hands of middle-aged people.

As the steamer continues to open, the smoke rises from the inside of the store, and an extremely attractive fragrance emanates from the store.

And it is constantly fragrant and attractive, and these snacks are made into small animals, and even various appearances, which are vivid.

With the excellent raw materials, the dim sum in the steamer is white like white jade, red like agate, and green like jadeite, giving people a kind of pearl and jade, perfect like porcelain-like illusion.

At a glance, it seems that I can't help but admire!

Standing outside the store, you can clearly see everything inside the store.

And Fang Wenyuan made it in front of everyone like this, and he didn't seem to be afraid that his ancestral skills would be stolen and learned.

He sells for a very low price.

And he's very confident in his craft.

Even if someone else steals and opens another store, the price of a store cannot be lower than his.

Besides, it couldn't be more delicious and perfect than what he did.

In fact, if anyone really wants to learn his craft, he is more than willing to do so.

While Fang Wenyuan was busy.

Qiu Sanniang is also busy.

Unlike Fang Wenyuan, she is responsible for selling the dim sum made by her husband to the customers waiting outside.

Her dress was equally modest.

It's just that even with such a simple cloth dress, it is still difficult to hide her beauty.

is obviously already a forty-year-old person, but Qiu Sanniang is still beautiful and a little thrilling, and even compared to those young girls, Qiu Sanniang exudes some maturity and gentleness.

She was originally a top courtesan.

In terms of appearance, it is naturally enough to be called a sinking fish and a goose, and it is not an exaggeration to overwhelm the country and the city.

The couple were busy.

The small shop is quite hot.

And Huijue didn't go to the queue.

He just stood next to the team, clasped his palms together, and silently looked at Fang Qiuji's small shop, Fang Wenyuan and Qiu Sanniang and his wife were busy.

He looked at it for a long, long time, like a stone statue, and even motionless.

Until Fang Qiuji's production was early, they were all sold out, and the queue dispersed.

Huijue, who had been watching, seemed to have come back to his senses.

Fang Qiuji's breakfast is all sold out.

After all, Fang Wenyuan made it alone, and the quantity sold was naturally limited.

Not everyone can buy it.

Of course, there is no way to buy it, so I can only wait until later.

"Amitabha. ”

Looking at Fang Qiuji, Fang Wenyuan and his wife began to clean up, preparing to close the door, Huijue silently recited the Buddha's name, and was also about to turn around and leave.

But at this time, Qiu Sanniang suddenly shouted loudly,

"Little master!"

"This little master!"

Hearing Qiu Sanniang's figure, Hui Jue's body trembled slightly, and he finally stopped.

Then he turned around and looked at Qiu Sanniang with a calm gaze.

"Amitabha, is the donor calling the little monk?"

Hui Jue said to Qiu Sanniang in the store.

"Yes. ”

Qiu Sanniang smiled and nodded.

Then she nodded, but at the same time, she took out an oiled paper bag, and inside the paper bag, it was not wrapped in a snack that exuded residual warmth.

"The little master has been watching it for a long time. ”

"If you don't dislike it, try it. ”

She said softly.

Looking at Qiu Sanniang's gentle smile, Huijue's heart trembled.

Then he didn't say anything, just walked over silently, walked to Fang Qiuji's door, and took the snack from Qiu Sanniang's hand.

"Amitabha, thank you. ”

He said this, but he took the warm oiled paper bag, and did not say anything more, but turned away and left.

Looking at the back of Hui Jue's departure, Qiu Sanniang smiled softly, and then continued to clean up.

And Huijue, who was holding the oiled paper bag, walked on the street, and he called the oiled paper bag, and inside the oiled paper bag were two white-flour steamed buns and two steamed cakes.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Hui Jue was walking and putting the white-flour steamed bun into his mouth while shedding tears.

Looking at his appearance, many passers-by on the street couldn't help but look at him.

There was a strange and puzzled look in his eyes.

But at this time, Huijue didn't seem to care about their gaze at all, he just walked, ate, and cried.

I don't know when, he stopped.

The steamed buns and steamed cakes in his hands have been eaten.

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