"The break of dawn is near, this humble monk will go out to practice, to prevent disturbing anyone here." Master Hui Zhen saw Chu Suifeng come in and had no intention of engaging him. His "delicate" heart felt somewhat overwhelmed. "This monk endured a night of anxiety, and I need meat buns for breakfast."
With no restraints from the abbott, this old monk is becoming increasingly unapologetic.
"Sure, I will tell the kitchen to make them." Lin Ziyin agreed with a smile.
Satisfied with the response, Master Hui Zhen walked out with his hands behind his back.
There were two people left in the room. Lin Ziyin quietly watched Chu Suifeng eat his noodles with great appetite, her heart warmed. All her worries from the night vanished.
"Have the kitchen prepare more food. Situ Gong and Si San are coming over," Chu Suifeng ordered as he ate.
Hong Ying, who was standing guard outside the door, quickly agreed.