After Lu Yang and another put on masks, their appearances and auras changed completely, making them inconspicuous in the crowd.
"Two bowls of porridge, please."
Lu Yang was curious about the novelty, as the street chef was cooking something indistinguishable, except that it was a very thick pot bubbling away. Considering that similar shops were everywhere, it must be a special product of Buddha Country.
"Okay."
The chef dished out two scoops of the paste onto rice, which looked utterly unappetizing.
Lu Yang tasted it and was caught between laughter and tears; the flavor was beyond words.
Previously, they had always eaten vegetarian meals at Kaihuang Temple, or they had eaten at Goodman Cui's, which was quite delicious. This had led him to believe that the culinary standards of Buddha Country were above par.
"I was wondering why no one in Great Xia buys this stuff. Who would eat this?" Meng Jingzhou couldn't help but comment after tasting a few bites.
