Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

Different from here, Samuel’s side was much more peaceful. Buddha's voice rose and fell, which was peaceful and quiet. The middle-aged monk brought the vegetarian meal. It was not very luxurious, but it was exquisite. Moreover, he specially prepared a piece of meat in Samuel's bowl. "Master is afraid that you can't eat well, so he specially asked me to prepare some meat. However, we are all Buddhist disciples, and we may not know how to cook meat. If you don't think it tastes good, then..." The middle-aged monk looked embarrassed.

And this meal alone was eating up nearly a month's salary. Trying to win over this so-called 'monk' was emptying my wallet. I said, "I'm glad it works for you, Mr. Knight." Please say you like it! My money can't have been wasted! Satisfied was good. So good… At least my money hadn't gone down the drain. Now it would be easier to bring up the favor I needed from him. As I was trying to figure out how to start, the bamboo shades rustled softly. Servers glided in silently with the appetizers, placing delicate vegetarian dishes in celadon bowls on the dark wooden table.

He smiled back at them and replied, "Good evening to you too Sir, we are fully booked. Also, your dress code is wrong. However, my mother taught me not to chase a guest away. Since His Shadow Hotel is my home, I will accommodate you. Let's go inside." Then they followed him to his office. He asked them to sit on the sofa. His office was spacious. Then he walked out of his office. After a few minutes, he came back with a waiter carrying two tables, and then the waiter went out and came back with the chairs. Simon Doyle set up the tables, and then he gave the menu to his guests. Mr Anthony smiled at him and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, do you mind recommending your delicious dish?" T

One of the thugs bought the building and renovated it. Eastman Club, while open to tourists during the day, would transform into a secret location where people of the underbelly met at night. At that moment, in the VIP private room, a few thugs were sitting around a table, raising their glasses to a bald monk. The monk had six scars on his head. He did not look one bit benevolent. Instead, he looked extremely hostile. He was clearly a fighter. "Mister Harley, my price for this fight is one hundred and fifty thousand."

she replies, seriously expecting me to let her pay. “I know a great Indian restaurant not far from my place,” I calmly state, “And no, you’re not paying,” I add with a smile. We make it to the restaurant just before rush hour hits. As we’re pulling out of the drive-up, twenty cars are pulling in. The food smells amazing, and my mouth is watering in anticipation. I ordered Ava her butter chicken and I opted to try Dal makhani, with a side of naan for both of us.

He glanced over at the menu and replied, “Malaysia and, apparently, Tibet.” “Oh, a Malaysian, Tibetan piece of perfection,” she said, then crinkled her brow with a bemused look. “Fishing in Tibet?” He shrugged. “The monks have to do something.” A diner at one table over frowned at them and Dylan just let it roll off. Laura speared something else on her plate and lifted the fork to him. He took it, eagerly, greedily, eating something he didn’t even understand, but, watching her, his eyes boring into hers, realizing that this meal was just the appetizer and he was going to have the main course later on.

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The chef was relieved still he did not move as he waited to hear the confirmation from the boss himself, Tazz nodded at him, then returned his gaze at Mahira who looked embarrassed. The chef gave Mahira another nasty glance and turned to leave. He must have hardly taken more than three steps when Anuj saw what was served to Tazz. His eyes widened in disbelief and his face scrunched up in anger. “Wait,” he commanded the chef and his team, they turned around, worried look on their faces “What is this?” Anuj picked the spoon that Mahira had snatched and picked up a serving of the dish from Tazz’s plate. “Mr. Jindal, thats a classic Shahi Mushroom creamy curry” the chef replied, “Its a specialit

It was a famous spot right down the street from the office, known for making the best medicinal comfort food in the district. Anika pushed open the heavy glass doors, the warm aroma of boiled grains and herbal broth immediately hitting her nose. She hurried straight to the counter, pulling out her wallet. "Welcome! How can I help you today?" the young cashier asked with a bright smile. "I need an order of the special abalone porridge, please. To go," Anika said, her breathing still a little shallow from running. The cashier’s smile instantly dropped into a look of pure apology. She pointed a finger toward the digital menu board behind her, where a bright red text had just flashed across the