Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2240: Chapter 1888: Tranquil Wuwei (3)

So after getting washed up and settled, Song Tan first gave Wu Lan a call.

"How did it go, how did it go?"

The mother was highly concerned, "Did the master appreciate the specialty products you sent? Did everything go smoothly? When can you invite the master back?"

"Speaking of which!" Song Tan frowned, "The master has specific dietary preferences, they don’t touch beef at all. Mom, you quietly brought it to the kitchen and almost offended them."

"Huh?"

Daoists don’t eat beef?!

How was Wu Lan supposed to know?

She regretted, "I should have searched on TikTok a few more times. What they explained wasn’t accurate, I need to remove my likes."

Finally, she whispered, "Then what should I do? Is there a way to fix it?"

It’s said that skilled people have big tempers, especially dislike being treated casually.

Oh dear! Oh dear!!!

But let’s be real, making money is hard for them in the countryside, if it were really in the millions, it wouldn’t work.

Song Tan looked at her seriously, making Wu Lan even more distressed, until finally she let out a relaxed smile:

"Okay! We prepared gifts ahead of time, and those gifts aren’t cheap either. The master doesn’t value money, but our sincerity was conveyed, the items sent are farm produce and meats, even though they don’t eat it, they accepted."

"We’ll set off tomorrow afternoon. Mom, besides black fish and beef, you can prepare everything else as usual."

Elders and children, if not spoken sternly, they never learn the lesson.

This matter is small and hasn’t caused any impact. But if something really serious happens next time and we encounter someone particularly sensitive to this, that’s truly trouble.

Not to mention, during those few hours on the high-speed rail, at least list the items, shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Mysteriously refusing to speak, only saying things like [it’s authentic stuff].

Not only that, Song Tan also advises: "Some Daoists don’t touch any meats, they don’t eat garlic or any of the five pungent spices."

Well then, Lao Song’s couple has finally remembered.

Once the call was hung up, the couple suddenly felt a sense of being abandoned by the times.

"No wonder we haven’t earned any money from farming our whole lives, you see, it’s because we haven’t read enough books, not as clever as our daughter."

Song Sancheng was also quite dejected, but: "But she’s our daughter, Tantan is so capable now, thanks to us gritting our teeth and pushing her to study back then."

Thinking like this, indeed, the couple felt comforted, then said:

"Next Qingming Festival, let’s buy some quality paper money, also more of those US Dollars, Euros or whatever, buy real ones, quality ones, let our ancestors travel abroad and gain perspective, then they’ll make fewer mistakes, and our children’s paths will be smoother."

...

With Song Tan’s lazy nature, the rituals that began early at the Daoist temple weren’t her cup of tea.

But since summer days are long and nights short, by whiling away in the hotel until eight o’clock, they eventually went.

Now looking at the Daoist temple, it was very different from the sparse look from the prior noon with few guests left.

Amidst the billowing incense smoke and lively chatter, men and women, old and young, people from all walks gathered, and as the wind blew, the aroma of incense wafted over, and the nearby incense burner was already full of ashes, with a young Daoist quickly bringing buckets to clean it.

Then there was a chattering group of people coming from the nested courtyards, while also praising:

"Such a shame, why can’t one eat two bowls of that beef soup? It felt like eating a Ginseng Fruit, gone before I tasted anything."

"I’m different, I savor it slowly."

"Daoist Qing Yun said it was sent by a benevolent donor, though they don’t practice Daoism nor understand its taboos, but they didn’t want this good intention to go wasted, so it was cooked for us..."

"Ah, I truly feel ashamed. I came here only spending 10 bucks for the ticket, they even gave a handful of incense. And I ate such a good bowl of beef soup..."

Although the beef content in the beef soup is minimal, the flavor is incredible!

It’s clear that anyone who managed to send this specialty to Daoist Qing Yun must not be ordinary people, maybe super famous internal suppliers or organic farms.

Looking at how expensive organic green ingredients sell now, it’s obvious no way they could afford to eat this elsewhere.

Oh, just talking about it makes me crave it again.

While chatting, another group of men and women gathered.

They too lamented, "Originally, I thought, maybe donating some merit incense, allowing me another bowl, it’s truly delicious!"

But who knew the Daoist said, no charge, the beef soup is a gift from a benefactor, intending to share the heartfelt gesture, so donations depend on the donor’s will. But the beef soup is limited to one bowl only, late comers don’t get any.

"Stop talking, I saw a man accompanied by a bodyguard, obviously well-off. Even after finishing the beef soup, he stood there dazed, said something to the Daoist, they still shook their head... Daoist Qing Yun, truly a principled sage."

But after a pause, some chatters were still unsatisfied:

"You say, can’t have another bowl, can I ask where they sourced the ingredients, and buy them myself?"

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