In the end, Aaron still jumped the queue and sat down in front of the barbecue stand.
Before him was a long charcoal grill.
Behind the grill was a monk with a shaved head full of scar-like marks from the monastic discipline, bare-armed.
Behind him followed a few novice monks helping out.
The fragrance filled the stall.
All kinds of roasted pork skin, roasted belly, and crispy bones were exuding tantalizing aromas, which, combined with special dipping sauces, were enough to make one's mouth water.
Many diners were feasting heartily, letting themselves go without a care for appearances.
"I pay my respects to you, Taoist Priest,"
The monk grilling the meat had some sweat on his forehead, but his hand didn't shake as he meticulously brushed the spices onto the skewered meat. The sight of Aaron brought a fleeting look of surprise to his eyes.
