"Are you here for the firewood chicken?"
The owner asked, looking both surprised and intrigued.
"Amitabha, this poor monk is indeed here for the firewood chicken. May I ask if you have any private rooms available?" At this moment, facing the owner's strange question, Monk Wan Kong pressed his palms together in a gesture of a highly achieved monk and said to the owner.
Hearing Monk Wan Kong's affirmative response, the owner showed a shock on his face, but he quickly recovered. He was in business, after all, and since the visitors were here to patronize his establishment, how could he refuse?
Isn't that a joke?
So, in the next moment, the owner immediately put on a beaming smile: "Master, we don't have private rooms here. As you can see, everyone is eating in this large hall. Isn't that more flavorful? So, Master, what do you think?"
"Amitabha, if that is the case, then it poses no problem. Owner, please arrange a table for us!" Wan Kong said.