Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1071 One Thought Becomes a Buddha (28)

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

She made a white and soft pastry, and when she opened it, she could smell a faint sweet fragrance exuding from it.

Sweet but not greasy, does not seem to put a lot of sugar.

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

As for what she said
Fowen raised his eyes, as if a smile flashed in his eyes.

"The benefactor made it. But it's a flower?"

"Why, what, it doesn't look like it?"

She touched her nose guiltily.

Take a closer look at the top, but the petals are just a little crooked, a little uneven, and a little flat.

You should still be able to see it. It's a flower.

"Cough, little master, my cooking skills are really bad, just don't laugh."

"Although the appearance is not very good, it should be okay to eat."

She thought about it and emphasized seriously.

"This is chestnut flour cake. I only added a little bit of sugar, very little, so it won't be very sweet. You can eat it with confidence."

Because she knew that he didn't like sweets.

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

Meeting her gaze, his eyes were quiet and empty, looking at her without making a sound.

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

The Buddha has already fasted, so he doesn't need to eat, but it doesn't hurt to happen once inadvertently.

The soft and slightly sweet taste is glutinous and melts in the mouth.

Maybe it's because she specially put less sugar, so this powder cake has just the right amount of sweetness, refreshing and refreshing, which makes people feel appetizing.

The Buddha calmly ate the few pieces she sent, and there was nothing left.

She watched him eat, and then she bent her eyes and smiled, as if she was very happy.

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

"Little master, anyway, thank you very much for the calligraphy and painting you gave me yesterday. This little gift is my heart. I hope you don't dislike it."

She stared at him bluntly, her bright and lively eyeballs seemed to hide a beautiful broken light forever, and she looked at him happily, unchanged at all.

Buddha was gentle and polite, and slowly folded her cloth bag.

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

The Buddha looked up at her quietly.

When she was about to touch her, she suddenly realized that she silently withdrew her hand and put it behind her.

She forgot that he is a monk and cannot touch women.

"That...little master, you got something on your mouth, wipe it off."

After thinking about it, she still reminded her empathetically.

The Buddha's brow bone is calm, like the years, indifferent and without trace.

Lightly retracting his gaze, he raised his hand to wipe it.

Still not wiped clean.

She held back her hand that was about to reach out, and coughed lightly: "That...little master, there's more on the left."

It seems that only at this time, the cold and indifferent Buddha will have a little bit of human touch and a little bit of alienation.

She looked at him quietly and didn't speak again.

The lotus platform is unstable again.

This time, when the Buddha stepped on it, the lotus platform was shaken so violently that he could hardly stand still and could fall down immediately.

Not only that, but the instability of the Buddha's lotus platform is clearly seen in the eyes of all the Buddhas.

If the Lotus Terrace was unstable last time, it was just an accident.

So this time, it can't be called an accident, can it?

(End of this chapter)