This old monk is not afraid of meat and fish.

The two had similar odors and hit it off immediately.

Daoji was responsible for taking care of the goose, while Ye Qingyun was responsible for cooking the goose.

So there was this scene in front of me.

“It smells so good!”

Seeing that the heat in the pot was almost done, Ye Qingyun and Daoji both had looks of anticipation on their faces.

The immortal black snake that turned into a woman was also standing on the side, looking longingly into the iron pot.

She was also deeply attracted by the fragrance.

It feels more delicious than the big elbow I have eaten before.

But the Immortal Black Snake was too embarrassed to speak, so he could only stand by the side.

She also thought about it.

Although he didn't speak, as long as he stood by the side, Ye Qingyun would reward him with two yuan no matter what.

"It's almost ready."

Daoji smelled the smell in the pot, his old face beamed with joy, and he was about to reach out to twist it.

"What a hurry!"

Ye Qingyun quickly stopped him and brought out a copper basin.

"I haven't posted the cake yet."

"Piece cake?"

"Yes, this is the soul of the goose stewed in an iron pot!"

"The Holy Son is indeed wise!"

Ye Qingyun skillfully took the batter out of the copper basin and placed it on the edge of the iron pot.

Posted a full circle.

After a while.

The light yellow pancake is ready.

It exudes a fresh corn aroma.

"You can eat it now!"

Ye Qingyun grinned.

Daoji had quick eyes and quick hands and took out a big goose leg first.

"This goose leg should be dedicated to the Holy Son."

Ye Qingyun looked disgusted.

"You just eat, what are you doing with your hands? Don't you know how to use chopsticks?"

Daoji laughed.

"Holy Son, please don't blame me. The poor monk is used to being rough. Eating food without using hands feels tasteless."

"Use chopsticks for me! Otherwise, don't eat!"

"As commanded."

Ye Qingyun and Daoji gathered around the iron pot and started eating.

The stewed goose meat is already soft and tender, and it tastes great when eaten hot.

One bite of goose meat enters your mouth and you immediately feel relaxed.

"The Holy Son's craftsmanship is truly superb, simply unparalleled!"

Daoji gnawed the goose leg clean, still chewing the bones in his mouth.

"This thing has to be stewed."

Ye Qingyun glanced at the immortal black snake beside him.

"You come and try it too."

"Thank you, Master!"

This was what the Immortal Black Snake was waiting for, and he immediately dodged and came to the iron pot.

"Use chopsticks! Be civilized!"

"But...I can't."

"Learn from me."

"All right."

Under Ye Qingyun's strength, the Immortal Black Snake also learned to use chopsticks.

Although it's a bit awkward to use.

But at least I can pick up the goose meat.

"Brother Ye."

Just as the three of them were eating happily.

Wang Ergou walked in from outside the yard.

As soon as he entered, Wang Ergou saw three people surrounding the iron pot.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Ergou? You came just in time, hurry up and eat."

Ye Qingyun was very generous and waved to Wang Ergou.

Wang Ergou walked closer with some doubts and took a look at the goose meat in the iron pot.

Then he looked at Daoji who was enjoying his meal.

The whole person suddenly felt a little confused.

"Isn't Master Daoji a monk? Why can he eat meat?"

"Ha ha."

Daoji put a piece of goose neck in his mouth and spoke.

"The poor monk said that wine and meat passed through the intestines, but the Buddha stayed in his heart."

While speaking, Daoji gave Wang Ergou a meaningful look.

Ye Qingyun also twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

In his opinion, Daoji's sentence should be changed.

It is called "wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stands in front of you."

After all, Wang Ergou is the reincarnation of Buddha.

Wang Ergou was still puzzled.

During this time, he has been in contact with the monks in the temple and is very clear about Buddhist precepts.

The smell of meat and fish is a big taboo among monks.

Since Wang Ergou came to Yuanguang Temple, he has never seen any monk eat meat.

But Daoji is here, following Ye Qingyun, eating the immortal black snake happily.

It tastes delicious.

This made Wang Ergou very incomprehensible.

"Ergou, don't you want to eat?"

Seeing Wang Ergou standing there without stepping forward, Ye Qingyun looked at him in surprise.

Wang Ergou shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingyun picked up a piece of corn cake soaked in soup from the iron pot.

"This stuff is so delicious, come and try it."

Wang Ergou still shook his head.

"Brother Ye, I...I..."

Ye Qingyun finally saw that something was not right with Wang Ergou, and immediately put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
To be continued...