Chapter 597 Call Me Master Tang

"Come on, let's eat some steamed buns first!" Tangning went to get a plate of steamed buns and distributed them among the monks, "Eat slowly, there will be dishes later."

"Amitabha, thank you little master." The monks all bowed to Tangning, looking at the steamed buns in their hands, their hearts warmed.

They can meet this kind-hearted little master here, and it is also the blessing of the Buddha.

Everyone had a steamed bun in their hands, but in the end, the little monk didn't have one. He didn't cry or make trouble. He just grabbed the corner of his master's shirt with one hand and swallowed while looking at the steamed buns in the hands of the brothers.

"Come on, Master will give you half." The old monk touched his head and gave half of the steamed buns to the younger disciple.

Tangning smiled and said, "He's young, give him this!" While speaking, she took out a small paper package, opened the package, and five or six pieces of delicate cakes jumped into the little monk's eyes.

He looked strangely at those pastries he had never eaten before, and then looked at the monk in Tsing Yi who had a friendly smile on his face, and did not dare to reach out to pick them up.

"Come on, try it, it's delicious," Tangning said with a smile as she picked up a piece of cake for him.

"What the little master gave you, you can take it!" The old monk said with a smile.

"Okay." A tender voice responded. After taking the cake, he thanked Tangning again, "Thank you."

Seeing the little monk's well-behaved appearance, she put the cakes in front of him and said, "Eat slowly, these are all yours." As soon as the voice fell, she poured him a glass of water.

Five or six-year-old monks, where have they eaten these exquisite pastries? He took the cake and took a careful bite, the sweet taste bursting out on the tip of his tongue, which made him unable to help but look at the handsome monk in Tsing Yi again.

Why does he have such delicious pastries?

The diners on the first floor of the inn were all passersby who were on their way to rest here. Seeing that the monk in Tsing Yi invited the dozen or so monks to dinner, someone asked curiously, "That little monk in Tsing Yi, where are you from? Why do you still have money to invite them to dinner?"

The other man glanced at them and said coldly: "What about these ten people! You can control their meal, but you can't feed them. In my opinion, it's better to leave them alone."

The old monks listened, but lowered their heads slightly and muttered: "Amitabha."

Listening to their words, Tangning smiled and said, "What's the point of helping others to the best of your ability?" She glanced at those people and said slowly, "With kindness in your heart, helping others is also helping yourself. Those who do good and accumulate virtue will always be rewarded.”

The diners on the first floor fell silent, and no one spoke again, just eating their meals quietly.

"The food is here!" Xiao Er shouted, carrying a large plate of vegetarian dishes and rice on a tray.

A table of six dishes and one soup, in addition to rice and steamed buns, they were full of joy, and they finally felt full after having been hungry for so many days.

After eating, they left the inn and bowed gratefully to the little monk in Tsing Yi in front of him: "Thank you little master for the kindness of a meal, but I don't know what the name of the little master is called?"

Tangning looked at them, her brows twitched, and she said with a smile, "You can just call me Master Tang."

"Tang, Master Tang?" The old monk stared at the exquisite young monk in front of him in amazement, and stayed in place for a while.