Compassion Mountain, Buddha Farmhouse Barbecue

On the way, Mao Jing and the others were still concerned about my injuries.

But I smiled and told them I was fine. They had already eased up a lot today.

As long as I did not exercise strenuously, I figured that after taking anti-inflammatory medicine for another three days at most, I would recover sixty to seventy percent.

Ten kilometers was not far. We arrived in half an hour.

Buddha Farmhouse Barbecue was located on Compassion Mountain, on the outskirts of the county town.

It was less than two kilometers from the service area at the highway entrance.

After eating and heading down the mountain, we could get right on the highway and return to the city.

Though the mountain was called Compassion Mountain, the roadside was lined with farmhouse restaurants, mainly serving roasted lamb, roast chicken, roast duck, suckling pig, and the like.

And from the signs along the mountain road, I noticed that there seemed to be a temple on the mountain called Compassion Temple.

I did not know whether it was compassionate or not, but this mountain definitely felt like a barbecue mountain to me.

Every farmhouse restaurant up here specialized in barbecue. The whole mountain smelled of roasted meat rather than incense...

The restaurant we were headed to was even more ridiculous: Buddha Farmhouse Barbecue on Compassion Mountain.

It felt pretty ironic...

But everyone was just trying to make a living.

When people could barely survive, what compassion was there to speak of? Where would compassion come from?

Before long, we arrived.

It was a nicely decorated farmhouse restaurant. It looked quite large, and there were plenty of customers.

It had a private parking lot, with a fishpond built beside it.

The moment we got out of the car, we caught the rich scent of