Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The gentle and compassionate Buddha lowered his eyes and slowly opened the small cloth bag.

She made white and soft pastries, and when she opened them, she could smell the faint sweet fragrance from them.

It's sweet but not greasy, and there doesn't seem to be a lot of sugar in it.

Because it was brought all the way, there were already some crumbs on the pastry, but it was wrapped very well, so it didn't fall out.

As for what she said about selling looks

Fu Wen raised his eyes, and a smile seemed to flash in his eyes.

"The donor pinched it. But it was a flower?"

"What. What, doesn't it look like that?"

She touched her nose guiltily.

Look carefully at the top, it's just that the petals are a little crooked, a little uneven, and a little flat.

You should still be able to tell that it's a flower.

"Ahem, little master, my cooking skills are indeed not good. Just don't laugh."

"Although it doesn't look very good, it tastes good."

She thought for a while and emphasized seriously.

"This is chestnut flour cake. I only added a little bit of sugar in it, very little, so it won't be very sweet. You can eat it without worry."

Because she knows that he doesn't like sweets.

The gentle and indifferent Buddha seemed to be startled for a moment, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

When he met her gaze, his eyes were quiet and empty, and he looked at her without saying a word.

After a while, I slowly picked up a piece and ate it slowly.

The Buddha has already gone without food and does not need to eat, but it does not hurt if he does it accidentally.

It has a soft and slightly sweet texture, is glutinous and melts in your mouth.

Perhaps because she specifically added less sugar, this powder cake has just the right amount of sweetness, refreshing and refreshing, which makes people feel appetizing.

The Buddha calmly finished the few pieces she gave him, leaving nothing behind.

When she saw him eating, she bent her eyes and smiled, seemingly very happy.

The intertwined fingers also loosened, as if the tension just now was just for a moment.

"Little master, no matter what, thank you very much for the calligraphy and painting you gave me yesterday. This small gift is my heartfelt gift. I hope you won't dislike it."

She stared at him directly, her lively eyes seemed to always have beautiful sparkles hidden in them, and she looked at him happily, unchanged at all.

Fo, gentle and polite, slowly folded her cloth bag.

She took it naturally, and subconsciously reached out to help him brush away the debris from the corners of his lips.

Buddha raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

When they were about to touch each other, she reacted immediately, silently retracted her hand, and put it behind her back.

She forgot that he was a monk and could not touch women.

"Well, little master, you have something on your mouth. Please wipe it off."

After thinking about it, she reminded her thoughtfully.

The Buddha's eyebrows are calm, as calm and traceless as time.

He looked back lightly and raised his hand to wipe it.

Still not wiped clean.

She resisted the idea of ​​stretching out her hand and coughed lightly: "Well, little master, there's still one on the left."

It seems that only at this time, the usually cold and indifferent Buddha has a little bit of humanity and loses a little bit of alienation.

She looked at him quietly and said nothing.

The lotus platform was unstable again.

This time, when the Buddha stepped on it, the lotus platform bumped so hard that he could hardly stand still and would fall down immediately.

Not only that, the instability of the Buddha's lotus platform was clearly seen in front of everyone and in the eyes of the Buddhas.

If the lotus platform was unstable last time, it was just an accident.

So this time, we can't call it an accident, right?