The diners were having a blast at the parking lot; whenever someone picked out a piece of meat, everyone cheered, and when someone picked out ginger or star anise, the cheers got even louder.

The atmosphere was joyous for a while.

Chen Mo poured more prepared ingredients into the large iron pot; he had just accidentally found Mu Mu's stash in the cabinet.

Damn quail eggs!

Because Huineng hadn't moved his chopsticks, he was directly driven away. At this moment, he was on the edge of the parking lot, looking at the hotpot with a craving gaze, while also keeping an eye on the path.

"Senior Brother Huai Yuan!" Huineng greeted joyfully with big strides, "You're finally here!"

Huai Yuan pointed at the crowd ahead, "What's going on? Who dares to act so blatantly on my turf with this kind of gimmick?"

"I don't know where this little boss came from, eating hotpot in the parking lot. Originally, Hui Ke and I wanted to purchase his hotpot, but unexpectedly, this boss came up with a very strange way to sell it!"

Huineng recounted his experiences just now, getting so emotional that he had tears in his eyes. Who knows the pain of picking ginger three times in a row?

It's truly a tale that makes the listeners sad and the hearers cry, leaving Huai Yuan indignant, "You eat meat with merit money and don't call me?"

Even with fellow brothers, there isn't equality, how can there be equality for all beings?

Hui Yuan felt that his two junior brothers were losing their Buddhist essence, and angrily stretched out his hand, "Give me the money!"

Huineng and Hui Ke handed all the remaining merit money from their sleeves to their senior brother, only to see Huai Yuan striding arrogantly towards the crowd, directly lining up at the end.

After all, with the newly added ingredients in the pot, the diners were quick to move. Finally, it was Huai Yuan's turn.

"Make way, make way!"

Huineng and Hui Ke joined in the arrogance, their senior brother's name was well-known in Qu County, back in the day he made a little boss cry by throwing darts—adding a dish should be no problem!

The nearby diners, seeing these three being so brazen, were quite curious.

"What's the deal, what's about to happen here?"

"Isn't it just a meal? And they have to call reinforcements?"

"Funny, does Haiyue Temple actually have Martial Monks? But the Arhat Fist can't be used for picking up food, right?"

"Could it be the Iron Sand Palm? The kind that doesn't fear heat? Damn, if you fish it out with your hand, I'm not eating it!"

Years of meditation in the temple had made Huai Yuan's mind as calm as water; the chatter around him couldn't disturb his composure. Huai Yuan assumed a martial stance, centered his energy, grasped the chopsticks, straightened his right arm, then flicked it like Mr. Tree smoking a cigarette.

This posture did look quite intimidating; diners who were about to pick up food paused, eagerly waiting to see Huai Yuan in action.

Chen Mo was also intrigued.

Could martial arts really exist?

Logically, the ingredients in the pot should be harder to pick up now than at the beginning, because as the boiling times increased, more grease was added, making the surface of the ingredients very slippery.

And it was Huai Yuan's first attempt; he thought he must impress everyone.

Suddenly!

A smooth quail egg floated up with the hot soup, only to sink back in a flash!

Huai Yuan's right hand was as fast as lightning, striking immediately!

"Whew... seems I haven't lost my skills over the years."

Between the long chopsticks, a quail egg wrapped in a hint of sauce was firmly grasped.

The atmosphere instantly quieted down.

"You rock, my senior brother!"

"Senior brother, you're awesome! Haha, snatching the hardest quail egg right from the start, amazing!"

The nearby diners came out of their shock; there's definitely some skill in this man's hands!

Quail eggs, let alone in this opaque sauce-brewed hotpot, are hard to pick up even in a regular meal.

If at a big table for hotpot someone could directly pick up a quail egg and place it in their bowl with chopsticks, they would be much admired by others. Those lacking confidence could only scoop a few with a slotted spoon.

So, Huai Yuan successfully getting a quail egg at the first try was quite a show.

Hearing the diners' astonished remarks, Huai Yuan felt extremely satisfied.

Criticism is automatically filtered out, praise is fully accepted—this was the way of coping that Huai Yuan learned at Haiyue Temple.

After finishing, Huai Yuan voluntarily went to the end of the line. He didn't even dip the egg in vinegar before popping it into his mouth, with Huineng and Hui Ke trailing behind, salivating.

"Stop following me like that, you two." Huai Yuan thought of a good plan, "You line up as well. We'll stagger a little, and when it's your turn, I'll pick for you."

Great idea!

Tripling the efficiency of eating meat!

The three were in separate lines, and soon it was Huai Yuan's turn again.

He threw a slightly provocative look at Chen Mo, not even glancing at the pot this time before reaching out!

A richly soy-braised egg was picked out by Huai Yuan.

Huai Yuan took a bite first.

Having been slow-cooked in the meat pot for a long time, the egg's rich egg flavor was not its main theme; it was dominated by an intoxicating meaty aroma!

The part bitten into was dipped in aged vinegar, intensifying the meat fragrance.

Satisfying!

Of course, every time Huai Yuan made a move, it was with high difficulty, which made diners ahead burst into applause.

"This guy is truly awesome, his hands really do have something."

"I saw this movie once where someone caught flies with chopsticks. I wonder if he can do that!"

"Damn, I couldn't even pick it up if you placed the egg right there. Damn!"

"Comparing oneself to others could drive you nuts. Just saw a chicken leg, reached for it and pulled out tofu, isn't that frustrating?"

Huai Yuan began to get lost in the diners' astonishment, gobbling down the egg and leaving the queue to help pick for his junior brothers.

"Senior brother, help me grab a chicken leg, I'm drooling here. I've had my eye on that leg!" Hui Ke eagerly anticipated.

Huai Yuan nodded enigmatically, signaling him to step back.

In such matters, eyes must be sharp, hands swift. Who knows what you might pick if you act on impulse, so Huai Yuan wasn't in a hurry to make a move, waiting.

One must first see the chicken leg to pick it.

In no time at all!

Huai Yuan's chopsticks moved swiftly, a nearly deboned chicken leg appeared on the tip, almost making Hui Ke jump for joy.

The diners were further astonished; could he really pick whatever he wanted?

Dunzi laughed watching Hui Ke eat the chicken leg with relish.

"Oh no, this guy might just teach Boss Xiao Chen a lesson. Boss Xiao Chen wouldn't dare add ingredients out of fear, would he?"

Everyone burst into laughter, knowing it was a joke.

They couldn't help but focus on Chen Mo.

Thinking, let's see how you deal with this. You're actually messing with our meal with this prank.

A master's here now, right?

Feeling the pain, right?

Even Huai Yuan crossed his arms, adopting the air of an expert, obviously wanting to teach Chen Mo a lesson!

Seeing everyone watching him.

Chen Mo felt a bit awkward.

Where do they get such confidence?

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