Obviously super rich but to be a small assistant

Chapter 240
Just as Wilson was being mentioned here, a small door in the apse opened, and then Wilson ran in excitedly, and ran to Feng Xiaoyun, dancing and gesticulating: "Empty man, empty man!"

This is the difference between the perspectives of the Europeans and the Chinese. The rest of the team felt that it was really unlucky to encounter such heavy snow. Not to mention delays in progress, such weather was also very uncomfortable.

But Wilson didn't think so. He felt that Europeans are more adventurous, and they would actually be more interested in such an extreme natural environment, so he kept arranging his own group of cameras to shoot this and that along the way.

After arriving at the Taoist temple, I was even more excited. After all, this is a mysterious sect in the country of Huaguo. There are many people in Europe who believe in religion. Wilson's own family is also a believer. He feels that he is interested in such a mysterious sect, so there must be many people in Europe. I will also be interested, so I didn't listen to it all the way to shoot.

Hearing that the old Taoist is going to the back kitchen to cook for everyone just now is even more eye-catching. This is a food documentary.

On a night when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, I accidentally walked into a mysterious Taoist temple in Huaguo. After leaving the back kitchen, he brought a cameraman to follow.

The old Taoist didn't object when he saw Wilson taking someone to take a picture of himself. Instead, he adjusted his clothes and tried his best to look like a master.

With so many people here, it was too late to cook, so I had to serve my own pimple soup.

First, set up a pot to boil water, then find a large basin, pour half a basin of flour into it, crack a few eggs, add some cold water, and start kneading the noodles.

Because he knew that there was a camera filming him, the old Taoist tried his best to make a show of gaudy and extravagant hype.

His hands were yin and yang in the washbasin, like a set of punches, but it was still very pleasing to the eye. It seemed that Wilson's jaw had never been closed, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart. Fortunately, he brought the cameraman here, otherwise he would Missed the best possible shot of the day.

Then, under the old Taoist's fists, half a basin of flour slowly turned into small, uniform lumps.

"Ask the master, what is this made?" Wilson's videographer is equipped with a simultaneous translator, and when he heard Wilson's question, he asked the old Taoist with some uncertainty: "Is this the pimple soup made by the master? "

"That's right! It's the pimple soup made by the old Taoist priest!" The old Taoist tried his best to look like a master.

"Guo Da soup? Guo Da soup!" Wilson memorized the name firmly, and waited until the old Taoist put the pimple soup in the pot and covered it, then he told the cameraman to continue recording, and hurried back by himself.

"Yun, didn't you say that there are very few people in Huaguo who know how to be empty-handed? That old master knows how to make empty-handed food, and he also uses empty-handed food to make Guo Da soup." This European language is mixed with Chinese, and even Feng Xiaoyun took a long time to understand Wilson's words. what did you say.

When he first met Feng Xiaoyun, Wilson was very curious about whether everyone in Huaguo knew kung fu, so he was very interested in Feng Xiaoyun, a classmate from Huaguo, and the two became friends after a while.

Later, Feng Xiaoyun said that Huaguo's real kung fu rarely appears in the public eye, and many so-called masters who frequently appear in the public eye are basically fake skills.

In addition to good martial arts and no real kung fu, it also disappointed Wilson for a while.

So today when he saw the old Taoist's wild punches, he asked the cameraman, but the cameraman couldn't explain clearly, so he had to ask Feng Xiaoyun.

"That's the master fooling people!"

Before Feng Xiaoyun could speak, San Pang said with a smile.

It was only then that Wilson realized that there were two more people, a big man who was slightly bigger than himself, and the other was talking to himself.

"Can you understand what I said?" Wilson was a little surprised.

You must know that Huaguo ordinary schools do not have the subject of foreign languages.Therefore, to master other languages, you usually need to study alone. Wilson is only surrounded by Feng Xiaoyun and his brother who are very fluent in European language, and other people can only understand some simple words.

"Our company has export trade to Europe, so I have studied it systematically." San Pang communicated with Wilson in fluent European language.

"You just said that the master's time is fake?" This is what Wilson is most concerned about.

"I don't know if it's true or not, but the master has never played hands with others. We learned it when we were young. It doesn't seem to be of much use."

"Did you grow up here?" Wilson asked curiously.

"Yes, we are all orphans." San Pang nodded: "It was our master who took us in since we were young, otherwise we may not be able to survive."

"Later, when we grew up, most of us worked nearby. If it wasn't for the heavy snowstorm today, everyone would come back on weekends. This place is like our home."

"Are you saying that the elders take in a lot of orphans like you?" Feng Xiaoyun didn't expect that this old Taoist priest who looked greedy for money and played like a game in the world had such a side.

"Yes, you have also seen the environment here. More than 20 years ago, the conditions here were very difficult. Many of us were abandoned children for various reasons. It was the master who adopted us."

Recalling the past, San Pang was also a little jealous: "At most, the master took care of our eight children alone, and then the older ones could help take care of the younger ones."

After speaking, he pointed to Huzi on one side: "When I was four years old, he was thrown at the entrance of the Taoist temple right after he was born, and I even changed his diaper."

"Puff..." Yan Zi and Feng Xiaoyue, who were sitting on the side, all laughed, mainly due to the difference in body size between the two, it was hard to imagine the situation back then.

"Hey, you also bring up this kind of old sesame seed and rotten millet. I don't want to lose face?" Huzi said helplessly in his own loud voice.

However, what San Pang also said was true, and he had no way to refute it.

"No wonder the old Taoist priest looks so..." Yan Zi originally wanted to say that he was greedy for money, but after thinking about it, it seemed really inappropriate to say that.

"Great for money, right?" San Pang said with a smile: "Master is like this. Back then, we raised eight of us alone, and we needed money everywhere. At that time, we tried our best to make money. Finally, we raised all eight of us." After work, he can’t change this habit.”

"However, the master's money was not used by himself. Later, an orphanage was established in Xueling City, and children like us were sent there. The master donated the saved money and the money we gave to him every year. Orphanage."

Artai defended the master and said: "Later, in order to let the master eat better and use it better, everyone will bring more delicious food and daily necessities to the master when they come back every week."

Everyone who thought the old Taoist was greedy for money just now suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

　Master Chen Guangjing of Quanzhen Longmen Fairy Sect was in Wenzhou in the early morning of November 11th. This Taoist priest adopted 19 orphans in his life.The specific deeds can be read by everyone.

　　The old Taoist priest was inspired by this master.

　　Although the author is a slut, he has been trying to convey some love and warmth to everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)