Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

"You can try a little first and see if you like it."

Su Qinghe couldn't hide the smile in her eyes, and she tore off a small piece of dried meat and handed it to him.

"Master Su, can it be a little smaller?" Wuwang felt a little embarrassed and looked at Su Qinghe with embarrassment.

Su Qinghe smiled and tore off another half of the strip.

"Is this possible?"

"Yeah." Wuwang nodded.

Wuwang carefully raised two fingers to pick it up, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it again and again, and swallowed his saliva several times but was reluctant to put it into his mouth.

Su Qinghe just looked at him quietly without urging him.

Finally, Wuwang hardened his heart and threw the dried meat into his mouth.

It's more like shredded meat than jerky.

But even though it was such a small thing, for Wuwang, who was eating meat for the first time, he still chewed it carefully, savoring its flavor.

"How is it?" Seeing him chewing for a long time, Su Qinghe tilted her head and asked.

"It's a little hard." Hopeless said in a low voice.

"This is air-dried, so it's naturally hard in texture. I'm asking about the taste, the taste of meat." Su Qinghe explained patiently.

Wuwang blushed.

"It's okay, except for the salt and spiciness. There's also a strange fragrance that I couldn't taste when I first started chewing it, but the more I chewed, the stronger the taste became."

As he spoke, Wuwang couldn't help smacking his lips. At this moment, his mouth still had the lingering fragrance of the dried meat.

Sure enough, no one can resist the temptation of meat.

Su Qinghe looked at Wuwang with a faint smile, "Do you like this taste?"

Wuwang thought about it blankly, and couldn't tell for sure, so he could only give an ambiguous answer. "I don't mind its taste."

"It smells pretty good. No wonder people like to eat meat so much."

Wuwang said this, blushing and performing a monk's salute to Su Qinghe in gratitude.

"Donor Su has a lofty mind. Although he has not practiced Buddhism, he understands so many principles in the world. I would like to thank Donor Su for helping me solve the doubts I have had for many years."

Looking at Wuwang's serious face, Su Qinghe felt that she was somewhat unforgivable. How could she deceive such a simple boy?

Su Qinghe silently repented in her heart for a few tenths of a second.

The main reason why she hid in Lingyan Temple for so many days was to wait for the person behind the scenes to come and pick up the hostages so that she could capture him alive.

Although she had to hide from the soldiers all the time, she was still bored when she had some free time. She just wanted to find someone to tease.

But I didn't expect this guy to be so easily fooled. He actually believed what I said.

Looking at Wuwang who was standing in front of her feeling uncomfortable, Su Qinghe stretched out his hand.

"Still want to eat? These are all for you."

Wuwang saw this and quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Su. I am already satisfied that I can taste this thing in my lifetime. Don't break the rules again, or the Buddha will blame you."

Hearing this, Su Qinghe no longer insisted and took the dried meat back.

"Goo~"

Suddenly, a rumbling sound was heard in the quiet Zen room. Su Qinghe looked in the direction of the sound. However, she saw Wuwang lowering his head nervously, holding his stomach awkwardly.

Su Qinghe muttered to herself.

"From what he said just now, he ate a lot at night. He's hungry before the second half of the night. He looks so small and skinny, but I didn't expect him to be such a glutton."

Su Qinghe kindly handed over the dried meat again.

"I only have dried meat here. Are you sure you don't want to eat it? I'm asking you one last time. If you don't want to eat it, I'll really take it back."

To Su Qinghe's surprise, Wuwang refused very straightforwardly.

"Really. Thank you, Mr. Su. I have food here."

As he spoke, Su Qinghe saw him jogging all the way to a place where the candlelight could not reach. There was a rustling sound, and when he came back, he had a small paper bag in his hand.

Seeing that Su Qinghe was staring at him, Wuwang sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at her shyly.

Clean fingers slowly opened the paper package layer by layer, revealing a white and plump steamed bun.

Seeing this steamed bun, Su Qinghe raised her eyebrows. It seems that this guy is a repeat offender.

Wuwang felt even more embarrassed when he met Su Qinghe's eyes, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the paper bag.

"Sometimes there will be leftover steamed buns made in the kitchen, and I get hungry quickly. So I will pack them up and eat them when I am hungry. If I am not hungry, I will save them for the next day."

As he spoke, he looked up at Su Qinghe.

"We all take turns cooking in the temple. Today's steamed buns are made by me. Master Su, would you like to try the steamed buns I made? They are very sweet."

He looked at Su Qinghe with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He was looking forward to sharing the food he made. It would be even better if he could get praise.

Su Qinghe naturally saw the emotion in his eyes, but she shook her head.

"No, I don't like steamed buns. Just eat more if you're hungry."

Hearing the answer, the expectation in Wuwang's eyes visibly turned into disappointment.

"Okay." He agreed dejectedly.

Wuwang started eating, and his chattering was no longer heard in the room.

It was the middle of the night, but there was so much noise outside that Su Qinghe was not sleepy at all. There was nothing to do in the house, so she could only watch Wuwang eat.

This time, the little monk didn't look as cute as he did in the main hall when he ate, but rather he was very polite.

I saw him gently twisting his fingers like scallions, tearing off a small piece of steamed bun, and then slowly putting it into his mouth.

His expression was also very calm, which really made Su Qinghe feel the unique Buddhist elegance in him.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of the little monk chewing his buns was barely audible.

In the dark night, a man and a woman kept a strange atmosphere. One was eating slowly, and the other was watching quietly.

However, this harmonious atmosphere was soon broken by the messy footsteps outside.

"Open the door, open the door!"

A woman's rough voice came from the yard. Wu was startled and hurriedly wrapped up the half-eaten bun.

Su Qinghe also frowned and stood up from the chair.

"Master Su, what should we do? The soldiers are searching here! Why don't you go out and hide?"

Wuwang stood there holding the steamed bun, at a loss as to what to do, looking at Su Qinghe with a very flustered expression.

Su Qinghe listened quietly and found that there were people around the entire yard.

"It's too late to get out."

"Ah? What should I do then?" Wuwang ran to the door anxiously and took a look.

There were many monks living in this courtyard. His room was at the back, and the officers and soldiers were already checking the rooms at the front.

Su Qinghe glanced around the room and pulled the person over.

"Hurry up and change into your pajamas and get on the bed!"

She just looked and saw that his bed was against the wall, with two quilts stacked inside. If he wanted to cover himself up, the thickness was enough. If he was discovered, she would have no choice but to kill him.