"Little master, last time I was in a hurry, I didn't ask you what your name was?" Zhang Che asked.
"The name that Master gave me is Winter Melon." The young monk rubbed his head and smiled.
Hearing the young monk pronounce the Buddhist title, Zhang Che was stunned and said with a smile, "Master Donggua, your master's nickname is very casual."
Hearing Zhang Che call him this, Dong Gua seemed a little embarrassed and said, "I don't dare to be a great scholar. Master also thought about the name for me for a long time. At that time, there were two names for me to choose from."
"What are they called?" Zhang Che asked.
"Winter melon and pumpkin." Winter melon said.
"Do you need to think about these two names for a long time?" Zhang Che said. "Don't you grow some other vegetables in your temple?"
"Of course I'll plant it," Winter Melon said. "But my master said that only two vegetables, winter melon and pumpkin, are similar to me and are close to nature. Let me choose the one I like."
"Then why not choose pumpkin? I think pumpkin sounds better than winter melon!" Zhang Che said.
"I prefer winter melon." Winter melon said and licked her lips.
"You masters and disciples are indeed experts!" Zhang Che clasped his hands, "It's both close to nature and close to the kitchen."
"That's natural." Donggua said.
