after the typhoon, the sun seemed to have torn a big hole in the gloomy sky. the sunlight poured in, giving off a feeling of buddha's light.
fu yu was standing in the yard, looking through the photos she had taken before. she saw someone approaching. when she looked up, she found huai sheng standing in front of her with a simply wrapped box in his hand. " i brought it back from my study trip. if you like it, you can try it. "
this was a flower cake, which fu yu had eaten before. it was sweet but not greasy. there were many such cakes on the internet now, but they were not authentic.
"thank you, master."
huai sheng was already prepared to leave, but because of this form of address, he frowned slightly and stared at her.
master?
in fact, when he was outside, even though he had long hair, everyone knew that he was a monk and basically called him that. it was just that it was a little strange to be called that by someone he knew.
