The woman still shook her head and said, "I just want braised pork."
Then the woman said to the child: "Son, be good, my mother is not feeling well recently and can't eat fish. Can we just eat braised pork?"
The child looked at the woman, and the woman looked at the child. After a stalemate for a while, the child finally nodded and then smiled. It was obvious that the child really liked braised pork.
Seeing this, the woman also smiled.
The waiter went down helplessly, and when he walked to the kitchen, he was still muttering: "I can't figure it out. It's all free. Why do we only need one dish and two bowls of rice? And we don't want a drink. Those lucky customers in the past were eager to give it to them. Order all the delicious food until you can’t walk anymore…”
At the same time, Xianyu also asked the same question: "No. 88 ordered a large table to eat with friends. They are good, they only order this... I can't figure it out."
Fang Zheng chuckled and said: "You are talking about the happiness of ordinary people, but what they show is the backbone and conscience of the poor. Free does not mean waste, and free does not mean you can be greedy."
Xianyu clicked his lips, seeming to understand, but not seeming to understand.
Soon, the braised pork arrived. The braised pork recipe in this restaurant is similar to the braised pork recipe in Northeast China, rather than the Mao's braised pork recipe in the south. The braised pork contains both meat and potatoes. The mother kept putting meat on her son, and the son quickly put another piece of meat into his mother's bowl.
"Well, you are still growing, eat more meat, and you will be strong enough to protect your mother in the future." The mother smiled.
The son quickly gestured with sign language and said: "Mom, eat more. Mom comes home from work so late every day and needs to replenish her body. When my health is better in the future, I can be filial to you."
Many people don't understand this sign language, but those who do understand it, so I explain it quietly to everyone.
After everyone listened, they all shook their heads, sighed, and sympathized with it a little more like it.
Who doesn't like sensible children? Even if he is physically disabled, a person with a sound mind is more precious than a person with a sound body...
The mother and son ate the meal very deliciously and quickly. Apparently the mother had been thinking about finishing it quickly and going to work. After everyone paid attention for a while, they felt that it was a bit unethical to keep watching others eat, so they stopped watching and started chatting by themselves.
After the meal was finished, the mother took the child and left, and everyone turned their attention again. Looking at the mother and son leaving, everyone was filled with emotion.
At this moment, the waiter exclaimed: "Boss!"
The boss said: "What's wrong?"
"Look!" the waiter shouted, pointing to the scattered change under the braised pork plate.
The boss quickly ran over, picked it up, looked at it, and counted it. Although they were all ten yuan, one yuan, or five yuan, when put together, they were exactly thirty-seven yuan!
The boss subconsciously said: "Thirty-five braised pork, one yuan for a bowl of rice. This..."
The waiter said: "Boss, why did they pay me?"
The boss was silent, and everyone present was silent...
Fang Zheng stood up silently and prepared to leave.
"Master, why did he give the money?" Xianyu continued to ask through the message.
Fang Zhengze said as if he was talking to himself: "If a person is poor, he will never be poor. That mother is teaching her children with actions. No matter how poor they are, they will never eat for free, even if it is a gift from others."
At this moment, the hotel was completely silent. Fang Zheng's words woke everyone up. They couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "I didn't expect that after living so long, I might as well be a cotton player..."
The boss also nodded, raised the money high, and said loudly: "Everyone, look at these thirty-seven yuan, they are all here! I will use this money as the first fund, and the name is Braised Meat Fund! Every year from now on, we will hold a Braised Pork Festival, and everyone is welcome to come and eat for free! Don’t thank me, just thank me for the thirty-seven yuan!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately cheered.
"It's free, but we are here for this festival!"
"Celebrate that you have grown up a little bit, cheers!"
"It's a threesome, the ancients never deceived me! Cheers!"
…
"Boss, the dishes on that table haven't been touched." At this time, the waiter found the boss again.
The boss was startled, and when he heard the sound, he looked over and saw a plate of fried vegetables and a bowl of rice on the table, but neither the vegetables nor the rice were touched! On the table, water dragons and phoenixes danced and typed: "Amitabha, the poor monk has not eaten, the donor can take it back, don't waste it."
The boss was stunned again, then shook his head slightly: "I didn't expect it to be a monk, but what this monk said is indeed profound."
"Monk? No wonder, I heard him talking to himself before, and everything he said made sense." A customer laughed.
"Hey? Why don't I remember what this monk looks like? Do you remember?"
"I remember it too."
"I went... to be haunted? No, it seems like someone has done this before."
"Abbot Fangzheng!"
"No way. Didn't Abbot Fang Zheng ascend to the throne?"
"That is the descendant of Abbot Fangzheng!"
"possible… "
…
No matter what people guessed, Fang Zheng, who originally walked out of the hotel with his head held high and his face indifferent, looked handsome for only three seconds. He immediately covered his stomach and said: "Ouch, I'm hungry..."
Xianyu hummed and said, "Master, next time when we act cool, can we take care of our stomachs first? Eat until we are full before acting, okay?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "People are so poor that they have to pay for food. If we eat without paying, are you embarrassed?"
Xianyu said: "It's so embarrassing! What's there to be embarrassed about? We are much poorer than them!"
Fangzheng thought about it and it seemed that what Xianyu said was true...
Suddenly, Fang Zheng felt like crying but had no tears left.
Xianyu said: "So, let's not sympathize with others. We deserve to be sympathized with. Master, I'm hungry..."
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and said, "Open your mouth."
"Is there anything to eat?" Xianyu asked excitedly, opening his mouth at the same time.
Fang Zheng turned around and asked Xianyu to face the northwest and said, "The wind is blowing. Eat as hard as you can. After a while, the northwest wind will stop drinking."
Xianyu: "Master, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
Fang Zheng said: "Do you remember what happened to your senior brother when he returned to the mountain?"
Xianyu: "Then I won't talk about it."
Fang Zheng: "Be good..."
…
Unlike usual, Fang Zheng did not choose to go back to the mountain immediately, but continued to wander outside. Although he was very hungry, he had to continue wandering like this. The reason was very simple - three good deeds, three draws, and one chance to treat the disciples. ! That's all!
Although Xianyu claims to be hungry, this guy is not a human in the first place, and he will not die even if he has been hungry for ten or eight years.
Fang Zheng was so hungry that he simply found a chair in the park and sat still.
"Master, do you plan to starve to death here and pass away?" Xianyu asked bitterly.
(End of chapter)