The daily life of Buddhist texts

It is very heavy, only the zither can handle it.

Therefore, they are also very attractive to passers-by with their musical instrument bags on their backs, and passers-by will more or less turn their heads to take a second look.

"Mom, what's in the bags those sisters are carrying?" A boy who looked like five or six years old asked.

"The corpse of a disobedient child." The mother replied indifferently.

After greeting the little boy cordially, Qingyinbu came to a small Chinese restaurant by the bridge of the pedestrian street.Under the leadership of the store manager, all the bags were put in the storage area.

The store manager is a kind middle-aged woman. It is said that she came to Chiba to do business when she was young. She lost money but didn’t want to go back. Finally, she opened a Chinese restaurant with her own skills. The food is fresh and authentic, and it is well received. .

The best cuisine is Sichuan cuisine, and the signature of the store is Mapo Tofu.

"Then you don't need to order four plates of mapo tofu." Mio Akiyama supported his forehead.

The mapo tofu in front of you is bright in color, fragrant and hot.Douban, chili noodles, and peppercorns are sprinkled on top.Scallion noodles stimulate the human olfactory nerve all the time.

"Maybe it's because we're afraid that everyone won't have enough to eat?" Qin Chuizu guessed.

"Nothing," Tainaka Ritsu waved his hand, "I will eat three dishes by myself, and you will eat one."

Mio Akiyama, whose hair was full of black lines, used his hand as a knife, and slapped her on the head hard, and the latter let out a cry while holding her headache.

The shop manager came over to check the situation. After seeing the girls playing and playing, he returned to the back kitchen with a look of nostalgia on his face.

The store is small, but the decoration is very distinctive.

Because it was Christmas Eve, a small Christmas tree was placed in the corner of the store, with colorful colored lights hanging on it, and two gift boxes under the tree.

Hirasawa Yui looked at the mapo tofu in front of him with a little worry, biting his chopsticks.

"Yi, what's the matter?" Tainaka Ritsu asked.

She and Mio Akiyama were sitting on one side, and Yui Hirasawa happened to be opposite.

"I want to add more sugar to it..." Yui Hirasawa said awkwardly.

"If you ask for dessert in a Sichuan cuisine restaurant, it will be taken as a joke." Akiyama Mio reminded.

"But this one looks so spicy."

"If you like sweets, you can try this."

The store manager appeared out of nowhere, holding a square plate in her hand, in which besides a piece of red boiled pork slices, there were four bowls of bean curd nao in the shape of clear water.

"Huh?" Yui Hirasawa was a little surprised.

"Christmas special event, for you," the store manager said kindly, "The gift is sweet tofu."

Putting down the boiled pork slices and four bowls of sweet tofu nao, the store manager wiped his oily hands with a paper towel, and went into the back kitchen again.

She is the waiter, and so is the store manager.

Hirasawa Yui took a sip tentatively, and tilted his head in doubt.

Seeing this, Qin Chuizu reached out to help her stir with a spoon.

"The sugar isn't evenly mixed yet."

When tasting again, Hirasawa Yuicai showed a satisfied expression.

Boiled pork slices, mapo tofu, kung pao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork, twice-cooked pork, chicken feet with pickled peppers, and saliva chicken.

The dishes are ready.

Eating spicy and spicy Sichuan food in the cold weather, everyone's body temperature rose several degrees involuntarily, and their faces turned red from eating.

"Speaking of which, where is Senior Panda tonight?" Tainaka Ritsu asked vaguely with a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of mapo tofu, "The cruise ship broke down, is he staying at home today?"

"Senior Oreki said that he would have dinner with his teacher today," Mio Akiyama said, "Didn't he reply to the message in Line?"

"Teacher-student love No!"

Tainaka Ritsu crossed his arms and made a no-go gesture.

"It's a man." Akiyama Mio smiled and shook her head.

Sometimes I really don't understand the brain circuit structure of Tainaka Ritsu, and often make sharp turns like drifting in a racing car.

"It's even worse for men!" Tainaka Ritsu stood firm.

"It's Mr. Sakamoto," Kotobuki finally couldn't stand it anymore, "It's at the shop in Qingshui Forest, where the two of them had dinner."

"Mr. Sakamoto?" Yui Hirasawa had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Saka, Ben, Tai, Yi." Kotobuki said word by word.

Only then did Hirasawa react. "That, that's the one, Mr. Taichi Sakamoto!"

Kotobuki nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's the one."

Although Yui Hirasawa only hummed for a while, Mio Akiyama and Ritsu Tainaka recognized it immediately.

This episode has reached the level of world-famous.

"Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence".

Mr. Taiichi Sakamoto, who is a world-class musician, will be Gen Oreki's old...

Oh, no wonder then.

Thinking of Gen Oreki's musical talent, everything became a matter of course.

"Hey, Tsumugi, how do you know so clearly." Akiyama Mio suddenly discovered the blind spot.

In fact, this question should have been raised long ago.

Not only did he know about Gen Oreki's condition, but he even knew that Taichi Sakamoto was Gen Oreki's mentor.

"Didn't I say that Oreki-senpai is my cousin?" Kotobuki still smiled, his two pickled carrot-like eyebrows twitching slightly, "Although we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Except for Tainaka Ritsu, Akiyama Mio and Hirasawa Yui instantly entered a sluggish state.

"It's not too unexpected," Ritsu Tainaka took another mouthful of boiled pork slices, "Because you accidentally yelled it out once before."

It was also in the cat walking street, when we went to have dinner together.

Ritsu Tainaka, who seems to be careless, actually pays attention to details unexpectedly.

"I'm more curious about how Tsumugi knew where they had dinner together," Ritsu Tainaka's eyes sparkled, "Is there any intelligence network at Tsuzumi's house?"

The eyes are sincere.

Qin Chui brushed his long light brown hair, stretched out a finger and said with some embarrassment: "That open-air restaurant can just be seen from our position."

Following the direction Kotobuki was pointing at, the three members of the light tone department saw Oreki Gen and Sakamoto Taichi shivering in the cold wind.

"Why do they eat in the wind." Ping Zeyu was a little curious.

"Wei, don't extrapolate the weird ideas of rich people." Ritsu Tainaka sighed.

Chapter 130 Chapter 129 Christmas Eve ([-])

The roof of the building.

The altitude of 150 meters.

On the edge of the railing on the roof, Axo Nogi Yujie in a cute pleated skirt stood outside the railing, and five centimeters ahead, there was an endless stream of cars underneath.

She held the ice cream in one hand and licked it slowly, and stretched out an index finger with the other hand to press the sole of the leather shoe of the shellfish.

Beimu Nizhou stood on one foot at the tip of her index finger, with both hands in his pockets, and his mourning-like suit fluttered in the wind.

This pose is not mechanical at all.

In front of you is a bustling city, with traffic passing by and pedestrians walking slowly, under the illumination of various lights, everything is thriving.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

The huge Ferris wheel in the distance was shining bright red, turning slowly like a precision gear.

"Brother Beimu."

"Do not talk."

"I should be broadcasting live at this time." Axe Nogi Yujie reminded.

"I bought you ice cream."

"Too little," Fu Nogi continued to lick the ice cream, "My autistic brother usually gives me a bucket."

"Brother Oreki is a rich man, but I am not."

"You've made a lot of money recently, right?"

300 million yen.

Remuneration paid by Lake Izu.

"That's hard money earned through hard work and sweat." Beimu Nizhou's tone did not fluctuate, as if he was indifferent to everything.

"Hahaha, it's so interesting." Axe Nogi said with a blank expression on his face.

"Don't make such a horrible laugh," Beimu Nizhou said calmly, looking at the Ferris wheel in the distance, "It's almost time to start working, Axe Nogi."

"My job is to broadcast live," continued Axonogi. "It makes me happy to bring happiness to everyone."

"Too official."

"Having people send me money makes me happy."

"Too explicit."

"Continuing to be content with misfortune is sloth, not pursuing happiness is baseness."

"Why did you say this line all of a sudden?"

The two hands of Beimu Nizhou stretched out of the pockets, feeling the cold wind of Christmas Eve.

The wind is very cold, which makes people feel alive.

The cold air poured into the nostrils, making people wake up gradually.

Think, think, think.