His Royal Highness, he is plotting against me

Chapter 148
Qin Ao raised his eyebrows: "Master, do you know your wife?"

Wife?

Who is his wife!
Chen Fulin secretly scolded this person in his heart for being shameless, but when he turned his head, he had a gentle face.

Master Mingjing smiled: "Amitabha, the poor monk does have some connections with the benefactor Chen. Your Highness, please."

After all, Master Mingjing invited everyone into the temple as if he was no longer discussing the matter.

"Tinglan Pavilion has been tidied up, Kuzhu, send the benefactors to resettle."

An eleven or twelve-year-old monk came out from behind Master Mingjing, and he stepped forward:

"Amitabha, all benefactors, please come with this little monk."

"Thank you, little master."

Mingjing stood where she was, watching the group go away, twisting the beads in her hand one by one without stopping.

"Amitabha, I don't know whether it is evil or fate..."

At the beginning, the senior brother intended to keep the person in Dongming Temple, not only to avoid the inevitable death, but also to prevent the person from taking advantage of it.

But the person didn't keep him, and he really took advantage of the loophole. The only thing to be thankful for is that the death calamity has passed.

Long Xiang dives to the bottom, Phoenix proud nine days.

The auspiciousness of the dragon and the phoenix has appeared, and the declining national destiny of Dajing has also changed.

Bitter Bamboo sent everyone to Tinglan Pavilion, where Chen Fulin and his brothers and sisters lived in Dongming Temple, and it seemed to be their exclusive place.

So Suyun and the others were quite familiar with this place, and they arranged things by themselves without the guidance of little master Kuzhu.

"Amitabha, benefactor, the meal will be delivered later, and the monk will leave first."

Kuzhu saw that there was no room for him here, so he was going to go back and continue sweeping the yard.

"Hey wait!"

Chen Fulin hurriedly stopped him, took out a pack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from his bag, and stuffed them into his hands.

Ku Zhu's serious little face suddenly smiled as if parting the clouds: "Thank you Chen benefactor."

He likes sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most.

When Chen benefactor brought the little benefactor to live here last time, he also gave him a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to eat.

"Master Mingyuan is retreating recently?" Chen Fulin asked him.

Kuzhu thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Uncle Ming Yuan left the seclusion half a month ago. I didn't hear that he was in seclusion again, but..." Ku Zhu paused, and then motioned Chen Fulin to bow his head.

He told her quietly: "I heard from the master that Master Mingyuan seems to be going to Tianzhu recently."

At that time, I will definitely take Senior Brother Ku Yun with me.

So Chen Shi mainly wanted to eat the Vegetarian Food of Senior Brother Kuyun, so it had to be done before it was too late.

Chen Fulin understood what Little Master Kuzhu wanted to express.

It's just what Master Mingyuan is going to Tianzhu...

Buddhism is not Dajing's native religion. It originated in Tianzhu. Could it be that Master Mingyuan went to Tianzhu to learn Buddhist scriptures?

She secretly pondered the news she got from Xiao Kuzhu and entered the house.

"How is it? Are you two hungry?"

Going out early today, Pheasant Nu and A Sizi fell asleep in the nurse's arms when they went up the mountain, and woke up when they were about to arrive.

Hearing their mother asking if they were hungry, Pheasant Nu and Ah Sizi nodded one after another.

The pheasant slave took his mother's hand to touch his belly pitifully, as if his mother could feel his hunger more.

Chen Fulin patted the pheasant slave's belly very face-saving: "Ah! Our pheasant slave's belly is already flattened by hunger, it seems that he is really hungry."

Pheasant slave: "Hmm! Bianbian..."

He is already starving.

Not to be outdone, Ah Si leaned half of her body from the nanny's arms:

"Mother~hungry~"

She is also hungry!
"Suyun, go and see if our small kitchen is still usable, cook some rice cereal."

Chen Fulin said.

When they lived here last year, Ah Sizi was six months old.

In addition to drinking milk, I can already eat some complementary food.

The master host specially called someone to build a simple small kitchen for them, and it was okay to cook a meal or something on weekdays.

They don't know when the vegetarian meal will be delivered, they can wait for the two little ones but they can't.

While Suyun was taking people to the small kitchen, Chen Fulin also took out the cakes they brought, and broke off a small piece for each of them.

"Come on, pad your belly first."

These pastries were made early in the morning, and they were covered in a food box. Although they had lost the heat, they were still very soft, and they didn't worry about choking on them when they gnawed on them.

She also took a piece herself, and suddenly saw His Royal Highness sitting there:
"Your Highness?"

Qin Ao glanced at the delicate pastry that was not enough to fit his teeth, and shook his head: "You guys eat."

Chen Fulin was no longer polite, and she took a bite of the small pastries.

In the end, I still remembered that I was a mother, and I left a piece for the two younger ones.

"I'm going to eat soon, be careful not to have an appetite later."

Qin Ao saw that she let the two children share a fingernail-sized pastry because of her age and "doesn't talk about martial arts", so she couldn't help reminding her.

The more I lived, the more I went back, and now I am still fighting for food with my two children.

Chen Fulin: It's not that she robbed it, it's that the cakes in Biezhuang are better than those in the palace.

The best cakes she had eaten in the palace were made by the egret next to Concubine Cui in Changting Hall. This villa turned out to be "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", and the dim sum made by her was even better than that made by Bailu!

She asked: "I don't know who makes dim sum in Biezhuang? The craftsmanship is not bad."

Qin Ao said quickly: "If you like it, ask someone to go to the dining room in the East Palace."

Chen Fulin looked surprised: "Is it possible?"

"Why not?"

"Wow! This is really great. Our three mothers will have endless delicious pastries in the future!"

But Bi Luo didn't want to, she said sourly: "The things that the slaves have worked so hard to do before, the master is forcing himself."

Her craft is also in elementary school, okay?

The master used to like the dim sum she made the most, but he changed his mind so quickly.

Ah!
Scum girl.

Chen Fulin paused with a smile: "Then what, of course the ones made by my Biluo are also delicious, you don't have to force them or you don't force them...everyone has their own way, I like the ice bowls you make the most!"

She was telling the truth.

Bi Luo is very good at using all kinds of fruits to make fruit syrup and ice bowls. Not only are the colors gorgeous, but the taste is also quite good.

But as for making pastries, although she learned a little bit from Bailu, she is still a little bit worse than others.

"As for making snacks, you just..."

She compared the tip of Bi's little finger: "It's just a little bit worse, really!"

Said with incomparable sincerity.

Bi Luo accepted it as soon as it was good, after all, His Royal Highness is still sitting here, even if they are teasing with the master, they have to have a limit.

Chen Fulin heaved a sigh of relief.

Is it okay if the people around you always want to compete for favor?
after awhile,

Someone came with a food box to deliver the vegetarian meal.

After Mr. Kang inspected it, he brought the things in front of several people.

Well……

Dongming Temple deserves to be the number one Buddhist temple in Dajing!
Chen Fulin's eyes lit up when he saw the exquisite vegetarian dishes on the table.

In the early years, the previous host of Dongming Temple did not know where to get the recipe, which can make vegetarian dishes taste like meat.

Since then, the vegetarian meals in Buddhist temples have included but not limited to stir-fried vegetables, boiled tofu, fried vegetables and potatoes, etc. The food standard of the whole temple has been improved by more than one grade.

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　When I wrote that I was hungry, I was also hungry, because it was past twelve o’clock, and I had dinner at six o’clock, and I was already hungry six hours later
　　
　
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