"Dog meat is good for your body in winter. Even the gods couldn't resist the taste of it. He had dog meat hot pot," Wang Yao said certainly.
"That's not possible. Are monks allowed to eat meat?" Su Xiaoxue asked, even though she knew the answer.
"You should ask them," Wang Yao said.
"Dear donor, you are in a temple, be aware of your speech," the monk said as he turned around.
"The monk is upset," Su Xiaoxue said with a smile, like a playful fairy.
"Monk, you had dog meat, is it delicious?" Wang Yao asked with a smile.
The monk's eyes were full of anger.
Su Xiaoxue laughed. She was in a very good mood.
"What is going on here?" asked another monk who had come along. This monk was older and fatter.
"Mr. Wang, did he also have dog meat?" Su Xiaoxue asked as she looked at Wang Yao.
Song Ruiping and Chen Ying stood to the side and watched them teasing the monks.
