Datang First Chef

Chapter 12

Ask who would like a bowl and everyone gets a bowl.

People depend on food, monks are compassionate and believe in Buddhism, but there is no detachment from others. The smoothness and tenderness of bean curd can be seen with the naked eye. When a spoon for scooping sour soup is pressed on the bean curd noodles, the soft but elastic white noodles tremble. It is sunken, and when the spoon is removed, it slowly returns to its original shape.

The monks still don’t know what Q bomb is, but the appearance of the bean curd has already reminded them of such adjectives, coupled with the rich bean fragrance, their saliva will be dripping from imagination!

There are not enough pottery bowls on site. If you want to drink bean curd, monks must bring their own bowls and chopsticks.The mill is not far from the monk’s dormitory. The dignified monks were still walking and walking back to get their bowls. When they saw others walking fast and the wind was blowing under their feet, they became anxious. They were afraid that there would be no bean curd to drink by the end of the day, so they quickened their pace one by one. Out of the race walking speed.

Mo Wenyuan stood beside the pot with monk Huikong, scooping up bean curds. Monk Huikong was not only young and handsome, but also good at carving, and he was also a bit talented in numbers. He knew the weight of the spoon when he weighed it. The bean curds were all pretty good, and after the monks in the courtyard had finished collecting them, the pot bottomed out, and even the edges of the white flowers were scooped clean.

In the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the weather has not yet turned cold, and recently there has been an autumn tiger. After drinking a bowl of hot bean curd, the monk's smooth head is sweating.Mo Wenyuan flipped his sweat-clumped hair to the side, and said happily, "It's done."

Monk Huikong cherished a small bowl of bean curd very much, he sucked it in small sips, and the fat monk started to lick the bottom of the bowl before finishing it, he said: "Is this bean curd?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "Not yet, the Shuru still needs to be pressed with a heavy object for a while, this is a relatively thin Shuru."

Monk Huikong snorted and said, "Why is it called Douhua?" He still remembered Mo Wenyuan's words just now.

Mo Wenyuan calmly said: "When soy milk is compatible with sour soup, what floats on the soup doesn't look like flowers?"

Monk Huikong recalled the scene at that time and said: "Good." It is indeed very similar.

They stood chatting aside, while the other monks were still savoring the taste of the bean curd, especially the monk, who had a dreamy expression on his face: "I never knew that the bean curd is so delicious."

A bystander laughed and said, "You didn't even know what bean curds were before!"

Mao then recommended himself: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang, do you still want to make bean milk? I can help." They were near Mo Wenyuan, and the conversation between Huikong and him just now was heard by several people, and they said to themselves Bean curd is so delicious, what kind of delicacy should bean milk be!

But Mo Wenyuan refused: "I won't do it today. I have to find a way to increase the speed of squeezing soybean milk. Manual squeezing is not a thing after all, and it consumes too much manpower." He kept thinking in his mind and decided to do it Come out with a simple instrument.

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After making bean curd in Xingshan Temple, all the monks in the temple knew that Mr. Mo Xiaolang, who was very intelligent, restored the bean milk of King Huainan, and even improved it to create bean curd.

But when asked the onlookers, how does Shuru do it?They can only copy the steps of manually squeezing the juice after grinding the soybean milk.

"Mr. Mo Xiaolang brings his own soup for ordering the bean curd. No one knows what the ingredients of the soup are."

"Hey! The key to making Shuru is probably in the soup!"

The monks in Daxingshan Temple are quite kind, especially since they have already taken advantage of engraving and printing, they are ashamed of the idea of ​​making soybean milk, even if it is the steps after grinding soybean milk, they have not let others know.

Huiyuan even reminded Mr. Mo Xiaolang: "Don't make bean milk in front of others." "Keep the method well, and don't let others deceive you." "You tell the benefactor Li, let her get a charter."

After Mo Wenyuan heard this, he was a little moved by Monk Huiyuan's reminder, but he couldn't laugh or cry more.

He really looks like a child who doesn't care about anything, talking about everything?

He didn't let the monks know the ingredients of the sour soup. He was close to the monks of Daxingshan Temple, but he didn't openly and honestly give away the reason for the recipe.

He had told Li Sanniang before, but she really didn't know, nor could she imagine what the bean milk was, let alone whether Mo Wenyuan could successfully restore the bean milk, so she asked him to save the sour soup recipe, and waited for her own mill to make it Besides.

A few days later, Mo Wenyuan's mill was set up, and he couldn't wait to make bean curd and tofu.

This time, the soy milk is still artificially suppressed. Mo Xiaogou already likes to drink soy milk, and is also yearning for the legendary bean milk. He is full of energy when working.

The bean curds were just formed, and the three members of the family each scooped up a bowl. Mo Wenyuan prepared well, and boiled a sweet syrup with ginger and a little maltose, and put it in a pottery urn.

If you want to drink sweet bean curd with ginger juice, if you want to drink salty bean curd with soy sauce, it will fully satisfy the tastes of both salty and sweet.

Li Sanniang is such a formidable person, skilled in craftsmanship and business minded, she drank three bowls of bean curd in a row, and the first thing she said was: "Dou Hua will surely bloom all over Chang'an."

She has quite a talent for poetry. This bean curd is different from ordinary flowers, but it also uses the word Kai.

Mo Wenyuan said: "I did it in Daxingshan Temple last time, is there any hindrance?"

Li Sanniang said: "What's the problem, the recipe for Shuru has been learned from the book in the Cangjing Pavilion, and the birth of Douhua belongs to my son, but Xingshan Temple also has a copy."

She is sensible and knows how to repay her kindness, and she knows that this business cannot be the champion, and the long-term strategy is to tie up with Xingshan Temple to make money.

She sighed, "Looks like I'm going to go to Xingshan Temple again."

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When Mo Wenyuan was thinking about the equipment for pressing soybean milk, another big event happened in Xingshan Temple.

The Diamond Sutra board carved by Huikong is finally completed!

The monks in the monastery were ecstatic, and hurriedly sent someone to tell Mo Wenyuan, and invited him to watch the first "Diamond Sutra" printed by woodblock printing in history.

Li Sanniang and Mo Xiaogou also knew about this. The latter didn't care about it because he didn't like reading. He only knew that his clever cousin had done another big thing. After a while, he did something again went.

However, Li Sanniang was limited by her professional field, so she could only vaguely feel the effect of engraving and printing, and she really couldn't empathize with everyone in the temple.

Huiyuan kept praising Mo Wenyuan to her, and infinitely magnified his extraordinary features: "Your son has deep roots of wisdom, and he will surely achieve a great career in a few years." These are all modest compliments. Wen Yuan is amazing now.

Li Sanniang knew her son was smart for a long time, and every time she talked about it, she was like Sun Dasheng who had been trained in the old man's gossip furnace.

She said to Mo Wenyuan: "Just go and have a look, remember to come back for dinner."

Mo Wenyuan let out an oh, and lay lazily on the donkey's back.

To be honest, he is not interested in engraving and printing, but at first he proposed it anyway, even if it has a beginning and an end, he still has to go and see it.

Moreover, that is the first woodblock printing work "Diamond Sutra"!Thinking of this, he still felt a sense of novelty in witnessing history.

When he arrived at the temple, he was greeted by the monks and went to the main hall, where all the monks gathered.

As the finisher of the engraving, monk Huikong was surrounded by monks to answer their doubts, but when he saw Mo Wenyuan approaching, he immediately pushed aside the crowd and presented the board and the scriptures in front of him as if offering treasures .

Huikong said: "The last thing I used was the binding method of the folded book. I'm not good at it. It's easier to engrave on a large board."

After engraving, the scriptures were printed on flat white paper, folded front and back, and then pasted on the cover, and the Diamond Sutra came into being.

Mo Wenyuan took the scriptures in his hand and looked back and forth, and finally sighed: "It's amazing."

He was talking about the monks in the monastery. The vague concept he proposed could be perfected so far. The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

Their wisdom is the same as that of modern people, what is lacking is a flash of historical accumulation. Once Mo Wenyuan opens up his mind, the industrious and brave monks will be able to break through the old shackles and complete innovations.

While chatting with Hui Kong on the folded scriptures, an old monk who was as dry as wood appeared behind Mo Wenyuan and said: "The abbot invites you to meet the little benefactor."

Mo Wenyuan nodded and said, "Come on."

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The abbot of Xingshan Temple is very old, and he spends most of his time studying Buddhist scriptures in the meditation room. Mo Wenyuan has been in and out of the temple many times, but he has never met the abbot.

He knew that the abbot must be looking for him for engraving and printing, so he typed up the manuscript several times on the way.

Hui Kong came along with him, he seemed to be able to see the tension in the child's heart, and comforted him: "It's nothing, the abbot will definitely not make things difficult for you."

Mo Wenyuan chuckled with a stiff expression.

He is really a little nervous!

When he reached the door of the meditation room, Hui Kong retreated to the side, and Mo Wenyuan had to enter the door by himself. His heart was like fifteen buckets fetching water, he was up and down, and his heart was beating fast.

The abbot was wearing cassock and sitting on the futon. He was thin, with an old face, wrinkles around his eyes, and age spots on the back of his bare hands. He sat there silently.Judging by his appearance, he is at least seven or eighty years old.

Mo Wenyuan just sat down cautiously when he saw the old abbot open his eyes and smiled at him.

There is a kind old man's taste in his eyebrows and eyes.

Then the kind old abbot stretched out his hand, and his arm hovered in front of Mo Wenyuan.He slowly opened his palm, revealing a piece of candy.

Master Huineng said, "Eat candy."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

"Thank you Master."

Master Huineng took advantage of his eating candy to jump right into the topic: "How about woodblock printing and several binding methods?"

Mo Wenyuan almost choked on sugar, the question was so sudden that he almost didn't know how to answer it.

Fortunately, he already had the answer, pressed the sugar under his tongue, Mo Wenyuan said: "I want to dedicate it to the saint."