Who would have imagined a monk coming to buy fried rice?
The vendor's thoughts were complex: it wasn't rare these days, what with everyone's liking for cosplay.
The news had covered it before—these monks were pretty wealthy, playing around on their iPhones, living in luxury villas, and even maintaining relationships with "Buddha's consorts." But this one in front of him…
Whatever, just selling a portion, none of my business.
"Without egg, it's eight yuan a portion."
"Ding-dong, Alipay received—8 yuan."
This monk didn't take out his phone to scan the code, and as the vendor looked left and right, suspiciously trying to figure out who had paid, he eventually gave up.
Since someone had paid, it didn't matter anymore. He stirred a few times in the pan with his spatula, sprinkled some MSG, added extra vegetables, and sold a portion of egg-free fried rice.
"Egg-free fried rice, be careful as you take it."
"Thank you… benefactor."
