Era: A metaphysical beauty is pampered by a Hong Kong boss

"Would you like to try the pickles your friend sent you?" Xing Wanli saw the word "specialty" on it.

Jun Changsui had just seen the notebook Guo Yanting gave her. It was a notebook issued by her employer, and the name of the pickle factory was printed on the back.

"Try it!" This should be the specialty Guo Yanting was talking about.

"It smells~ not very fragrant." There is a strong smell of sauce. The sauce made decades later has too many things in it. This should be the taste of traditional sauce.

"I'll eat first!" Xing Wanli would not let her take the risk of eating something given by a stranger.

Even if she said it was possible for them to become good friends, she wasn't willing to take the chance.

"it is good!"

Xing Wanli raised his eyebrows as soon as he took one sip.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

Xing Wanli ate a dumpling expressionlessly, then picked up the steamed bun on the table and took a bite!

Jun Changsui had a bad feeling and quickly picked up a chopstick of pickles.

Good guy ~

"In their pickle factory, the most input raw material must be salt!" Where are the pickles? They are just lumps of salt!

One bite almost killed her.

Xing Wanli closed the lid: "Let your friendship slowly ferment!"

Jun Changsui cherishes friendship, but she will not be in trouble with herself.

"Well, let's continue fermenting! I heard people say that the longer the wine is fermented, the mellower it will be. Friendship, it should be the same!"

Xing Wanli quickly wrapped her friendship in a plastic bag and put it aside!

When someone gets off the train, someone gets on.

As soon as we finished eating and packing, someone got on the bus.

Because they didn't want to bother, they didn't go to the restaurant to eat. They chose to eat in the carriage, so they saw the man dressed as a monk as soon as he came up.

Wei Tongxuan and Zhi looked at each other, and a bad idea came!

The monk was opposite Wei Tongxuan and Zhi Zhi. When he came up, he started chanting sutras with his eyes closed! "Amitabha, the poor monk is Shangzhi, a lay disciple on Tiantai Mountain. May I ask what the master's name is?"

The monk opened his eyes after hearing Shangzhi's introduction: "Amitabha, I am a disciple of Shaolin, and my dharma name is Jiwu."

Shangzhi saluted: "So you are a Shaolin disciple. I have admired you for a long time. Are you traveling this time?"

Ji Wu: "I was invited to do something when I went out this time. Once the matter is done, I will return to the mountain gate this time."

Shangzhi: "So that's it. The master is walking outside alone. He must have great power. I want to discuss Buddhist issues with the master."

Just as Ji Wu was about to refuse, Wei Tongxuan came over.

"Master Shangzhi, why did you come here?"

Shangchi said with a calm face: "When I meet someone of the same mind, I want to discuss and learn from each other."

Wei Tongxuan: "This master can also be saved?"

Ji Wu: "I know a little bit!"

Wei Tongxuan quickly asked: "Master, if I invite you to attend a ritual ceremony, how much will it cost?"

Ji Wu glanced at Wei Tongxuan: "Amitabha, money is something external to the body, and a poor monk doesn't care much about it."

Wei Tongxuan quickly pointed at Shangzhi and said, "If I invite him, should I give him 800 yuan?"

Ji Wu originally wanted to close his eyes, but when he heard the amount of eight hundred, he opened them again.

"Amitabha, it is our duty as monks to do good deeds. How can we charge so much money!"

Wei Tongxuan directly pushed Shangzhi aside.

"Master, our family has gone bankrupt this time, so we invited Master Shangzhi to go. After Master Shangzhi leaves, our whole family will starve to death!"

Ji Wu's face was full of disapproval: "Five hundred dollars, I will go to the ritual with you, don't invite him!"