In the crowded eatery, freshly worshiped believers were everywhere.
Round cheeks, protruding bellies, swaying bodies.
Due to ceaseless devotions and lack of sunlight or much labor, everyone who came to eat appeared pale and plumply frail, their pallid faces revealing a hint of lethargy.
They settled into the food establishment in pairs and groups, familiarly gathering and heartily consuming various meals.
Everyone ate greedily and swiftly, accompanied by loud slurping sounds as the aroma of meat and vegetables drifted through the air, intermittently mixed with rapid conversations.
"Why did Old Li leave after getting his food? Going home to eat?"
"His dad has been worshiping for the 29th year now, this year is the crucial one. He's been getting his dad's meals every day, taking them home to feed him."
"Oh, that's urgent business. Isn't all our hustle and bustle year after year just for the sake of our parents above becoming Buddhas?"
