Fragrance Returned

Aunt Wei smiled and said, "I will never find a grandfather as good as the old man in the world. I am blessed to be a granddaughter to the old man and a daughter to Mr. Qiu. Alas, Miss Pandi invested in the wrong stock. It's pitiful to be a daughter to such a person."

Ding Xiang hugged Ding Zhuang's arm and acted coquettishly.

I was thinking about how to convince Qiu Wangzhi that day and make him believe that he was guided by Master Mingyuan to find him. He should make it clear but also be more subtle to prevent him from suspecting that he was a "monster"...

Passing by a barbarian shop, Ling'er went down to buy butter and cheese.

Fortunately, monks in this era can eat dairy products, otherwise it would be difficult to satisfy the old monk's stomach. Ding Xiang is also looking forward to Ding Chi's return soon. Coconut paste, like milk, is an excellent seasoning for snacks.

Passing by several big restaurants, Granny Wei went to buy beef. It was either sold out or cooked.

Feifei was so angry after waiting so long and feeling lonely, he howled and flew into the sky, flying farther and farther away before disappearing at the end of the sky.

Judging from the direction, he was flying to the southeast. He was probably going to Zhenhaihou Mansion to have some beef again.

The little thing's temper got worse and worse, and Ding Xiang couldn't help but hurried home.

Start busy when you get home. Making ice cream this time requires one more step than making popsicles, which is adding cream. Not adding egg yolk will affect the taste a little, but that's all.

As for mung bean ice cream, red bean ice cream, fruit ice cream, ice cream, etc., they will all be invented in the future. She wanted to learn from the old monk and squeeze out little by little.

The peaches haven’t come out yet, so if I have nectarines at home, I’ll make peach chuff balls.

There is watermelon, which is easy to get water out of.

Unfortunately, transportation is not convenient now, and it is impossible to transport the newly released mangoes from the south. In her previous life, Lilac especially liked to eat mangoes.

At night, Sun and Mu came to Ding's house holding Feifei in their arms.

He was proud that Feifei had regarded his home as his second home. Although I am not willing to spend the night at his house yet, I have already taken the initiative to go to him. Will staying overnight be far behind?

Ding Zhao and Ding Xiang went to see them, but Ding Xiang still gave him two snowballs that he didn't want to show to others.

Sun Yumu was astonished after eating it.

"It's beautiful and delicious. Hehe, um, my grandfather is very fond of sweets. Can you give me a few more pieces? I'll take them back to honor his old man."

He blushed a little and wanted more after eating.

Ding Xiang smiled and said, "If you don't do much, I'll give Brother Sun four more. From now on, the Fourth-Rank Study will sell these snacks, and you can eat as many as you want there."

Sun Yumu said in confusion, "You open a study, not a dim sum restaurant."

Ding Xiang said, "The name of the study is called Sipin, tasting books, tasting tea, tasting, and tasting life."

"Xiang" is her name. She couldn't describe the fragrance, so she changed it to "flavor".

Sun Yumu sneered, "When you taste books, you taste books, and when you taste tea, you taste tea. You are the only one who is so weird."

He took four snowballs and left as he wished, and whispered, "I'll do it again in the future. I'll have someone send a few to my house. I'm very grateful. Oh, don't forget my grandfather and grandmother."

Ding Xiang rolled her eyes, treating herself as an outsider, eating and taking.

Early the next morning, Dingxiang took Feifei, six ice cream sticks, ten snowballs, and ten flat cakes to Puguang Temple.

She wanted to give the little monk one more tube.

Ding Xiang was unwilling to let Ding Zhuang go, but Ding Zhuang was worried about his granddaughter and had to go with her.

He also asked someone to go to Tao Mansion to ask for leave, and she would go to class tomorrow.

The young monk was still waiting outside the temple door, looking at her eagerly.

Aunt Ding loved it so much that she reached out and touched his bald head and whispered, "I brought ice cream today. It's so delicious. I brought two for you."

The little monk pursed his lips and smiled, really wanting to call her sister.

Everyone went to the Zen courtyard. Ding Zhuang and others were still waiting outside. Ding Xiang and Feifei went in.

In the Zen room, two monks were sitting cross-legged on the Kang. One is Master Mingyuan, and the other is a strange old monk in his fifties or sixties.

It seems that they are waiting here specifically to eat ice cream.

The young monk introduced, "This is the poor monk's senior brother, Abbot Hui Ren."

Ding Xiangzuo bowed and said, "I have met the abbot."

Hui Ren's face turned red and she was very embarrassed. But the master asked him to taste different delicacies, so he came.

Lilac first took out two sticks from the jar and gave them to the two old monks, and then took out two sticks and gave them to the young monk.

Master Mingyuan finished one and took another from the jar to eat.

After Hui Ren finished eating, he was too embarrassed to take any more and stood up to leave.

After the young monk finished eating two pieces, he eagerly watched the old monk eat them.

The old monk frowned, gave him a snowball, and asked him to take Feifei out to play.

Finally, the old monk finished eating three ice cream sticks.

The old monk licked his lips with a satisfied look on his face and said with a smile, "It's delicious to cool down the heat. It's really the best treat on a hot summer day."

Ding Xiang smiled and said, "Before the weather turns cold, I will have someone deliver ice cream every ten days."

The old monk nodded, expressing satisfaction.

Ding Xiang took out the piece of paper again and said, "Have you seen this pattern before, master?"

The old monk took the paper, looked at it, pondered for a moment and said, "This is the totem of a Nanyi tribe."

Nonsense, she also knew it was a totem.

"Which tribe?"

The old monk chanted "Buddha" and was speechless.

Ding Xiang had to change her words, "I guess this tribe is in Tujing Mountain, on the bank of the Yinjiang River..."

A smile appeared on the old monk's face, "Amitabha, Lao Na has been to Tujing Mountain five times to visit Manjushri Bodhisattva."

Ding Xiang heard from Prince Consort Xun that the reclining Buddha in Tujing Mountain was Manjushri Bodhisattva.

He only said that he worshiped Buddha but did not deny that the tribe with this kind of totem was in Tujing Mountain...

It should be the default that that tribe is in Tujing Mountain.

It was painful for me to fight, but fortunately I gained something.

Ding Xiang took back the drawing and tried again, "On the tenth day of the lunar month, I went to the Dongyang Princess Mansion to attend the peony banquet. There was a particularly large peony in their mansion. The strange thing is that in previous years, that peony bloomed at most seventy or eighty flowers, but that morning Suddenly a hundred flowers bloomed, and people said good things were coming for the Dongyang Princess Mansion."

The old monk pinched his fingers, feeling suspicious. He pinched his fingers again and asked, "The King of Peonies in Princess Dongyang's Mansion, are you sure there are only a hundred blooms?"

Seeing the old monk's appearance, Ding Xiang felt a little nervous.

"It should be a hundred flowers. Princess Dongyang specially ordered the number of flowers. That day when I was in front of the flowers, I heard one person counting them as one hundred and one flowers, and two people counting them as one hundred flowers."

The old monk said to himself, "There should be one hundred and one flowers when I show up."

The voice was too soft and Ding Xiang didn't hear it clearly, "What did the master say?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that King of Flowers has been alive for hundreds of years, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. The sudden change must have a profound meaning. If one hundred and one flowers bloom, it is a good omen, and it indicates that good things are coming for the owner of the flower. .

"If ninety-nine flowers bloom, it will be a serious disaster, but if a hundred flowers bloom... there may be a catastrophe. Only after we get through it safely can our family be safe and everyone return to their true ways."