The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 461 Faith

   Mingjing sat down in front of a breakfast stall set up on the side of the road. The boss was the one who said she would make Mingjing's favorite five-spice rice noodles and glutinous rice cakes.

  Bo Yuxun and Qu Feitai sat down opposite the bright mirror. The table and bench were very simple, but very clean. As soon as they looked up, they could see the blue sky, and the sun blew away the cold dew in the morning and fell on their shoulders.

  Li Juan was sitting beside Mingjing. She knew that Mingjing likes to be clean, so she quickly took hot water and scalded the chopsticks.

   "No." Der Spiegel stopped her.

   "The chopsticks are clean."

Soon the boss brought rice noodles, and it was only at this time that the boss could see the appearance of Qu Feitai and Bo Yuxun, but after seeing the beauty of Ming Jing, the sense of surprise was greatly reduced, especially the young man who appeared next to Master Ming Jing, his eyes were full. It is critical and disgusting, and no one can defile Master Mingjing.

   So much so that looking at the eyes of the two is scrutiny and critical.

  Bo Yuxun is still not used to eating rice noodles in the morning, including Qufeitai who grew up in the north.

  The so-called "do as the locals do", seeing Mingjing pick up the chopsticks, the two of them picked up the chopsticks at the same time.

   After taking a bite, the two of them felt a surprise in their hearts, which was much better than the taste in Jiangzhou.

  The glutinous rice cake is also soft and fragrant, sweet and glutinous.

   Qu Feitai ate more than a dozen in a row.

   The young man was growing his body, but Li Juan was still frightened by this way of eating.

  Qu Feitai, this is the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

   Mingjing eats slowly, but it looks slow, but in fact it is not slow at all. It quickly finishes a bowl of rice noodles. The biggest advantage of Mingjing is that it never wastes food.

Mingjing opened his wallet, took out the banknotes and put them on the table, the boss put a packaged carton in front of Mingjing: "Master Mingjing, how can I ask for your money, without you, where would I have my current home, You are the savior of our family, even if you eat rice noodles for the rest of your life, I will not charge you, take this glutinous rice cake back, eat it when you are hungry, and I will give it to you every day when you are in Siji Town.”

   "I accept the glutinous rice cake, one yard is one yard, you must accept the money, otherwise I won't come to eat it in the future."

   Mingjing’s words fell, and the boss quickly put away the money.

   I am afraid that I will regret it a second later.

  After dinner, Mingjing went to the only silver shop in town. The silver shop had just opened. The owner of the shop was an uncle in his forties and fifties. Apparently, he recognized Mingjing. The glasses on the bridge of his nose almost fell off.

   "Master Mirror?"

   Ming Jing nodded with a smile: "Master Wu, how is your leg?"

  Master Wu, a silversmith, suffered from rheumatism when he was young. When the weather was rainy, he suffered a lot. When Mingxin went down the mountain, he accidentally got help from Master Wu. In order to repay him, he begged Mingjing to cure Master Wu's rheumatic leg.

  Master Wu had inconvenient legs and feet, so he couldn't go up the mountain. After Mingjing heard about it, he took the initiative to go down the mountain to heal Master Wu's legs.

  It was also the same time I went down the mountain. Mingjing held a free clinic. Many people came to cheer for the face of Master Wuxin and his disciples. It was only later that they found out that this is a genius doctor, who can rejuvenate with good hands and cure diseases.

Since then, her name has been widely known in Siji Town, and Jiyue Nunnery was almost trampled on the threshold, but Mingjing does not accept patients easily. Usually, on the 15th day of every month, she will be treated at the nunnery. They will rush up the mountain in these two days. Some people do not seek medical treatment for the sake of seeking Buddhahood, but sometimes they just want to see a bright mirror.

  In the hearts of these people, the name Der Spiegel has become a belief.

"After taking your medicine, Master Mingjing, it never hurts when it rains, and you can work hard. Master Mingjing, you are truly a genius doctor of our time." Master Wu couldn't help crying when he thought of those days when he was tortured by illness. , the heart is also more and more grateful.

   "That's good, the prescription I gave you should still be taken on time."

   Mingjing took out the handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to Master Wu: "Come today, please repair this silver lock."

  Master Wu took a look at it: "The design of this silver lock is very unique, and the purity is also very high. The hammer pattern on the top requires higher technical requirements of the craftsman, it is a work of art."

   Master Wu exclaimed.

   "Master Mirror, rest assured, I will repair it perfectly."

   "Excuse me, can I pick it up in the afternoon?"

   "Okay, does Master Mingjing still live in the nunnery?"

   Mingjing shook his head: "I'm staying at Sister Xu's house temporarily."

   "I repaired it and sent it to Master Mingjing."

Mingjing walked out of the silver shop, and Qu Feitai, who was waiting at the door, walked over and said, "Doctor Bo was called away by a phone call, and he asked me to help you to tell you. He went to Police Officer Li, and if there is anything, call him. "

  Li Juan also went with him.

   Jingjing walked slowly forward. Although today is not a temple fair, there are still many vendors selling things. Especially when the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are only a lot of people who come to buy New Year's goods.

  Qu Feitai silently followed her.

  Der Spiegel suddenly stopped and looked into the distance in deep thought.

   Qu Feitai followed her gaze, the clouds and mountains were surrounded by fog, and it was majestic.

   Qu Feitai suddenly suggested: "Why don't we go to the mountain to see it, it's where you grew up, you should miss it a lot."

   In fact, he wanted to go and see the place where she lived and grew up, which had a fatal attraction to him.

  Der Spiegel shook his head, and went back around the market.

   Before Zheng Qing got up, Xiaohong squatted by the well to wash clothes, sweating profusely. When she saw Mingjing walk in, she immediately stood up, her face flushed.

   "Master Mingjing, you are back. Are you hungry? I'll cook."

  Compared to yesterday's head and brain, she looks like she has been reborn today.

  Der Spiegel shook his head, "I've eaten it."

   She handed over a cardboard box.

  Xiaohong was a little flattered, "Is it for me?"

   With the affirmation of Mingjing, she wiped her hands on the apron, then took it carefully, opened the cardboard box, she was pleasantly surprised: "It's glutinous rice cake, thank you Master."

   picked it up and took a bite.

   While eating, Xiaohong's eyes were a little red, she rubbed her eyes, looked at the mirror that had gone upstairs, touched her face and smiled.

   She has never eaten such delicious glutinous rice cakes.

  Xiaohong went back to her room after washing and drying her clothes. She found a white porcelain vase on the table, opened the seal, and a fragrant scent wafted out. There was a note next to it with a line of words written in graceful handwriting.

  After cleansing, rub your face three times a day to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

  Xiaohong couldn't wait to slap her face. The slap she slapped by Xu Jian yesterday has not subsided, and her jaw hurts even with her teeth.

  After putting it up, it felt cool and very comfortable. It didn't take long for Xiaohong to find out that the swelling on her face had disappeared, and the pain had also eased.

   She couldn't help holding the porcelain vase firmly in the palm of her hand, and her heart was full of gratitude.

  Aunt Huang came in the morning, went in happily, and came out crying.

   Xiaohong was taken aback: "Aunt Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Huang wiped away her tears, "It's okay, I'm so happy, Master Mingjing saw that I was sick, took my pulse, and gave me a prescription. I've been feeling unwell recently, but I'm always afraid to go to the hospital for a check-up. , after listening to Master Mingjing's words, as long as you take medicine on time and rest on time, your illness will be cured, I am so happy."

Xiaohong knew how hard Aunt Huang was. Her husband was paraplegic in a car accident. She had to pull her eldest son and take care of her husband. The burden of the whole family fell on her shoulders, but Aunt Huang never complained. She lived to become a superwoman, bought a house for her son in the city, and married a daughter-in-law. If she fell, her family would be scattered.

   A mentality like Aunt Huang can easily drag on and turn a minor illness into a serious illness.

  Der Spiegel saved her, just saved their family.

  Xiaohong looked at Aunt Huang crying with joy, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

   Qu Feitai also has a lot of feelings. She can't see the suffering of the world, but she has the ability to save all sentient beings. This is the real compassion.

   When it was almost noon, Zheng Qing came out yawning, "Morning."

Holding Ming Jing's shoulders, Zheng Qing sighed: "I had a strange dream last night, dreaming that you and this kid were married, the whole country cried like dogs, and they all jointly complained that Qu Feitai abducted underage girls, and he must be allowed to Dang is in prison, haha, that picture is really joyful, I didn’t expect that the little king of the music world would have such a day.”

   Qu Feitai's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. If his eyes could kill, Zheng Qing would probably have pierced his heart.

   Mingjing shook his head helplessly: "I think about it every day, and I also have dreams. I should ask you, what do you want to do?"

   Zheng Qing raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "You really wronged me. The man in this world who is worthy of you has not been born yet. No, there is no man who is worthy of you at all. They are all toads who want to eat swan meat."

   Zheng Qing glanced meaningfully at Qu Feitai.

  Qu Feitai, the connoted "toad", looked at the sky speechlessly.

   "If you're bored, you can sign up for a class to learn cross talk. Without you in the cross talk world, it's a big loss."

   Zheng Qing touched his chin, "I think so too..."

  Xiaohong knocked on the door and walked in with a tray, a bowl of rice noodles, a stack of dim sum and a plate of cut fruit.

   "You eat something to pamper your stomach first, and I'll cook at noon."

   Zheng Qing glanced at her, "That's why it looks a little more pleasing to the eye. Girls, sincerity is the most touching thing."

  Xiaohong blushed a little, put the tray down and slipped out.

  Zheng Qing took a mouthful of rice noodles, "I think you should publish a book, it's called on the feasible methods of reforming evil and returning to righteousness, or calling me a Bodhisattva in those years, haha ​​will definitely sell well all over the world."

  Der Jing rolled up his sleeves, didn't bother to care about her, got up and went out.

   In the kitchen, Xiaohong was squatting on the ground to choose dishes, when she saw Mingjing coming in, she immediately stood up.

   "Master Mingjing, are you hungry? I'll cook now, you wait a while..."

   Ding Jing has already squatted down and started to choose dishes neatly.

  Xiaohong was stunned for a moment, then squatted down quickly: "Master Mingjing, how can you do this, it's so dirty."

   Mingjing's men didn't stop moving, and said without raising his head: "Aunt Huang sent a basket of taro, you can wash it, and make taro at noon."

   Mingjing took the clean dishes and took them to the well to rinse them. Next, they were very skilled at washing and steaming rice.

  Xiaohong thought to herself, it turns out that she is not a high-profile young lady, but also a down-to-earth ordinary person, but this ordinary person is a little too good.

   A large round table was placed in the yard, and it was full of dishes.

   But at first glance, almost all are plain.

  The color and fragrance are complete, and it will make your index finger move at a glance.

  Li Ling strode in, "Sansheng is fortunate to be able to eat the dishes made by Miss Mingjing herself."

   It's time to come.

   Mingjing took off his apron, wiped his face with a towel, and said with a smile, "Officer Li, please."

  Bo Yuxun walked beside Li Ling. This was the first time he had eaten the food made by Mingjing himself.

  It wasn't until he ate a bite of Dingjing's dish that he finally understood that he was still boasting.

   It takes skill to make ordinary green vegetables and tofu into a different flavor.

   This is not about the control of the heat or the ratio of seasonings. In it, he has been serious, patient, and sincere. These are the skills that ordinary chefs lack.

   In fact, cooking is like life, ups and downs, just like people’s joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, if there is less, it is not life.

   Zheng Qing snorted: "I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen you do it for me once. I still got their light today?"

   Qu Feitai said coldly: "It's good to have some food.

   Ding Jing finished eating, and then looked at Li Ling: "Officer Li, how is the case handled?"

  Xiaohong secretly pricked up her ears, which was what she cared about the most.

   "My colleague will come to bring Xu Jian back to Jiangzhou this afternoon and accept legal punishment, but Dr. Bo and I will continue to stay and harass for a few days."

   Xiaohong was completely relieved when she heard that Xu Jian was going to be taken to Jiangzhou.

   It's best not to let her see Xu Jian again in the future.

  Zheng Qing glanced at Li Ling and Bo Yuxun: "What is there to see in Siji Town? You are not here for sightseeing, are you?"

  Li Ling smiled but didn't smile: "That's not what Lao Qing always cares about."

   Zheng Qing pouted: "I know even if I don't say it."

  Li Ling squinted his eyes calmly.

   After eating, Xiaohong stayed behind to wash the dishes, and Mingjing took the reserved meals to visit Sister Xu's husband in the town's health center.

   He was hit by Xu Jian with a sap, and a slit was sewn on his head. He was lucky that there was no serious problem.

  Li Juan knocked on the door of Granny Yang's room with a bowl in hand, "Mother-in-law, I'll feed you."

   "This is a noodle soup made by Master Mingjing's hand, with a few Chinese herbs added to it, which is easy to digest and absorb."

   Grandma Yang said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Mingjing, for me."

  Li Juan rolled her eyes, "Mother-in-law, do you look familiar to me?"

   Grandma Yang's eyes were a little bad, and she squinted her eyes when she heard the words and approached.

   When she saw Li Juan's face clearly, she suddenly cried out "Ah" and sat up straight.

"you you…."

  Li Juan narrowed her eyes with a smile on her face: "Did my mother-in-law finally recognize me?"

   Granny Yang suddenly frowned, and she shook her head when she thought of something: "No... I recognized the wrong person... I'm tired and want to rest, you go out first."

   When he said that, he lay down and didn't eat any food. He turned over and left his back to Li Juan.

   (end of this chapter)