"Mr. Sun, I didn't mean that... I..."
The young driver was somewhat embarrassed and wanted to explain, but the man at the door, who looked no older than thirty, just waved his hand and said,
"I know, I know, you are here to accept the test, right? Wei Zishi told me. Is it this young monk?"
"Well, the bald head is a rule for enrolling in Shaolin Temple. I have already graduated and returned to secular life!" Chen Shancang immediately corrected seriously, and the man didn't mind, nodding his head,
"That doesn't matter. Is that steamer your knocking brick?"
"This is the best Food I have made!" Chen Shancang nodded, speaking earnestly.
Hearing this, the man also showed a smile and said,
"It does smell somewhat imposing. If it tastes good, I wouldn't mind accompanying you on this venture."
"Then please wait a little longer, these steamed buns still need... um, about two minutes."
