Where Was the Lotus? The Lotus You Promised?
Redakteur: Vermillion
On the streets of the Imperial City, street vendors were peddling their goods, hollering at flows of pedestrians.
A bald young monk dressed in a black linen garment carried a portion of steaming buns, stuffing the meat bun into his mouth as he walked.
The white meat buns emanated hot steam, yet the young monk was unaffected. He picked one up with one hand and gave it a good ol' bite, causing sauce to splatter everywhere. The aroma of the meat buns pervaded the air.
Not long after, the portion of buns was quickly devoured as he walked on.
He carelessly threw the empty food container onto the road and wiped his greasy mouth with his linen garment. Then, the young monk tugged off the gourd hanging from his waist and poured wine into his mouth. There was a satisfied look on his face.
"There's wine and there's meat… now that is the life!" The young monk grinned broadly, and walked toward Fang Fang's Little Store with large strides.