Datang First Chef

Chapter 20

The fried steamed buns received unanimous praise from Mo Wenyuan's family. On the second day, he went to the blacksmith to make two big pots, and officially added the name of the small steamed buns to the menu of the restaurant.

The pot for making raw fried steamed buns is different from other iron pots. The bottom of the pot is flat, and only the edge is slightly higher, so that the steamed buns will not slip out of the side when the pot turns around. The two large pots are placed on the stove, taught by Mo Wenyuan How does Xiaogou Mo watch the fire, how to turn the pot, and when does he need to put a wooden lid on the pot to cook the steamed buns.

His old god said: "If you know how to look at the color of the skin, you can cook it when it is golden."

Different from ordinary steamed buns, the dough used for pan-fried buns is kneaded from white flour, which is more expensive than meat, and the young lady in the back kitchen is very careful when stuffing the meat, trying to use as little flour as possible without breaking the skin. , Mo Wenyuan said several times before they reluctantly thickened the scorched white noodles.

It was Li Sanniang's consolation that was more useful, she said: "What are you afraid of, just set the price higher when selling steamed buns, the taste is so delicious, and you are afraid that you won't be able to earn back the money from the flour?"

She is well aware of the principle that what you get for what you pay for is what you get, not to mention that there are a lot of rich people in Chang'an city, and the things in their house are only in short supply, and there is absolutely nothing that can't be sold out.

Ever since, before going to Luoyang, Li Sanniang's restaurant's newly launched pan-fried steamed buns caused a stir in the city, not to mention being sought after by ordinary people, and it is said that they even served on the low table where saints ate.

The monk of Xingshan Temple found the restaurant secretly, and quietly said to Mo Wenyuan: "Young Lord, can you bring me some of your newly made steamed buns?"

He is very gluttonous, but Daxingshan Temple has a lot of rules and regulations, even if he breaks the precepts, he doesn't dare to be blatant, so he can only ask Mr. Xiaolang for help in private, and give him an extra meal.

His body is wide and fat, and his waist is round. It doesn't seem like a vegetarian can raise it over the years. After getting acquainted with Mo Wenyuan, he often avoids people's eyes and ears. meal.

Mo Wenyuan saw the flattering smile on his face, shook his head, secretly added a few small steamed buns to him while no one was paying attention, stuffed the copper plate into his hand, gobbled it up by the side, and put the raw fried steamed buns in his hands. swallowed it all.

"You have sesame seeds on your lips."

With a lick of his tongue, he successfully destroyed the corpse.

After eating the meat, he was extremely satisfied, and finally remembered the business. He said solemnly: "I heard that Mr. Mo Xiaolang is going to Luoyang. Master Huiyuan asked me to bring you this Buddhist vessel."

As he spoke, he took out a tightly packed stick from the cassock, judging from its appearance, it was not very long.

Seeing his serious expression, Mo Wenyuan couldn't help restraining his emotions. He opened the cloth bag and asked in surprise, "Zen staff?"

The Zen staff is different from the tin staff, it is not made of gold and hung with iron rings.There is a record in the Northern Song Dynasty's "Shishi Yaolan": The Zen stick is made of bamboo and reed, and one end is wrapped with something.Order the seat cushion to move; sit in meditation and fall asleep, and nod it with a soft head.That is to say, the Zen stick itself is made of wood, and its function is to wake up young monks who fall asleep while sitting in meditation.

Mo Wenyuan took the Zen stick that Bu Bu brought in his hand and looked it over carefully. The interior should be made of solid wood, which is surprisingly heavy, and coated with a layer of gold on the outside. Even if they are not outside, without direct sunlight, they can still see the reflection of the metal.Mo Wenyuan's face was reflected on the gold-plated surface.

He couldn't help saying: "Master Huiyuan said that he will lend you the Zen stick first, and return it to him when he returns."

Mo Wenyuan said: "My mother once walked in the corridor of the two capitals, and she didn't see any ghosts and ghosts. I walked with a Zen stick, wouldn't it be a bit of a fuss?"

He couldn't help but persuade him with kind words: "Xiao Langjun, you should take it with you! The appearance of monsters is unpredictable, and it is best if you don't meet them. If you have a Zen stick in your hand, you don't have to worry about not being able to transform the monsters. When the time comes, you will leave behind for a while." The reputation of subjugating demons and eliminating demons is also very good."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

"Wuhua monster, master, you think too highly of me."

He really didn't understand, he was an ordinary little chef, why did the monk have so much confidence in him and count on him to cast down demons every day?

……

After Mo Wenyuan was not in the store, Huizhi used illusion to change his form and bought more than a dozen steamed buns in one go. He returned to the temple with the steamed buns in his arms and spread them on the ground together with the cloth bags.

The little black sheep bleated a few times in distaste for his behavior, as if to say that the steamed buns should be placed on the low table and placed on the ground, what does it look like?But he was really hungry, he ate the steamed buns at a rate of raw, and finally stared at Huizhi eagerly.

Huizhi knew that Taotie would feel hungry no matter how much he ate, he sighed and said, "It's gone, that's all there is for today."

The little black sheep was very dissatisfied, and kicked the dust with its hoof: "Baa baa."

Huizhi said: "There will be no more in the next few days. Mr. Mo Xiaolang is going to Luoyang, and he won't be back within twenty days."

"Just eat something else and forget it."

"Don't, people can't eat it."

The little black sheep flapped its ears, bleating contemptuously.

Huizhi relaxed his brows and said, "I know you are different from ordinary gluttons, and you don't want to eat people." Even he has never seen a glutton who is determined to eat all the delicacies in the world. One must know that this ancient beast has an incomparably large appetite , as long as it is born, it will cause a catastrophe.

If he hadn't been an outlier among the gluttons, Sun Xingzhe would have been beaten to death with a stick when he saw it. How could he be entrusted by Master Xuanzang to send it to him?

Huizhi sighed, but even he didn't know how to deal with him.

The cry of the little black sheep became urgent: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

Huizhi was surprised: "You want to follow Mr. Mo Xiaolang to Luoyang?"

The little black sheep snorted, of course, Mr. Mo Xiaolang is a fragile human race, and there are monsters everywhere in Chang'an, if there is something wrong with him, he will have nothing to eat.At that time, he might become a disgrace to the Taotie clan, the little Taotie who died of a hunger strike!

In fact, Huizhi thinks it is completely unnecessary. Mo Xiaolang-jun is the one who teaches him the best. If he is not obsessed with cooking, it is absolutely no problem to let him out to subdue demons and become a generation of holy monks.

The way he looked at the little black sheep was a bit strange. If I remember correctly, wasn't he the one who was almost eaten last time?At this time, he was still clamoring to protect Mr. Mo Xiaolang, and he didn't know whether it was because Yi Gao was bold or he didn't hold grudges.

"If you want to go, go."

The little black sheep was so satisfied that he must protect Mr. Mo Xiaolang!

A good cook is the treasure of the world!

……

There is a flat road between Chang'an and Luoyang, and Li Sanniang agreed to go with a caravan she knew well, with both carriages and horses, so the two women did not carry much luggage.

Except for dry food, a change of clothes, pots and pans, and various seasonings, I didn't bring much.

On the other hand, the acquaintance of the merchant saw that Mo Wenyuan had brought all the small iron pots, and asked in surprise, "Why did you bring this, Mr. Xiao Lang?"

Mo Wenyuan smiled and said: "Travel is exhausting. If you only eat dry food, it will inevitably taste bland. If I can catch wild game on the way, I will use this pot to cook it."

The merchant knew that Mo Wenyuan was a bit capable, so he didn't laugh at his naivety, and helped him put the pot into the car together.In the end, all he carried with him was the Zen stick wrapped in cloth and various pills.

The pills were also prepared for him by the monks of Daxingshan Temple, such as "Piwen Killing Ghost Pills", "Immortal Yuhu Pills", "Taiyi Shenming Ice Pills", monks always carry them with them when they travel, and some of them are used to relieve the heat. , some can emit a peculiar smell after burning, disperse insects and snakes, and some are said to be able to keep demons and ghosts away from you. Mo Wenyuan was skeptical after hearing this, and finally took all the pills.

……

In the early morning of the next day, just as the curfew was over, the caravan left for Luoyang at the opening time.Women and children were sitting in the carriage, the carriage wobbled and bumped when encountering uneven dirt roads. Fortunately, Mo Wenyuan was used to riding a donkey when he was in the city. discomfort.

After leaving Chang'an City, there is a boundless wilderness. There are several counties and counties in the second capital, and most of the aristocratic families buy properties in the counties and counties.

In the evening, everyone settled down in a forest, because they walked slowly because of the crowd, so they couldn't stay in the hotel.

Mo Wenyuan saw the ghostly shadows in the forest behind him, and there were mosquitoes flying around, and said, "Is it safe to stay here?"

The merchant smiled and said, "Don't worry Mo Xiaolang. We often run along the Liangjing Corridor. Compared with other places, this road is very safe. There are many people staying in this dense forest, so don't worry."

"Chang'an, Luoyang has outstanding people and a lot of wandering monks and Taoists, so there is no need to worry about ghosts and ghosts."

Mo Wenyuan thought to himself, this is exactly the opposite of what the monks of Daxingshan Temple said. The more outstanding people are, the easier it is for monsters to appear. The two capitals are built on the dragon veins. Not only are people well-raised, but so are monsters. , It is said that the old people in Luoyang City can become demons with spiritual wisdom.

He saw that the merchant was not worried, and he didn't say much. He just took out the "Piwen Killing Ghost Pill" and lit a fire.

The pills melted in the fire, emitting a burst of fragrance, harmless to people, but the mosquitoes gathered together scattered like birds and beasts, and an open space was immediately cleared around everyone, and the buzzing sound was no longer heard.

Hang Shang wondered: "What kind of pill did Mr. Xiao Lang use? The effect is so good."

Mo Wenyuan said: "It is the Biwen Killing Ghost Pill prepared by the master of Daxingshan Temple."

The merchant sighed, "When I return to Beijing next time, I will definitely go to Xingshan Temple to get a few pills." Although they are used to sleeping in the open and being bitten by mosquitoes, who wants to sleep with insects buzzing in their ears.

After that, Mo Wenyuan took out the treasured iron pot and built a simple soup cooking device with a wooden frame. Before he left, he learned a few things from the wandering monk, and it looks like wood.

Li Sanniang was picking up some firewood nearby. She knew her son's hands-on ability very well, so she didn't worry about it once.

Sleeping in the wild, it is not easy to eat too complicated. He first threw two pieces of dried meat and steamed wild vegetable cakes into the pot to cook. The aroma of the meat and the fragrance of the vegetables overlapped, and the wheat cakes boiled more and more in the pot. The rotten boiled more and more rotten, and it became a pot full of mush in a short time.

While he was suffering, he thought, why don't we go around the forest twice before the sun has fully set to see if we can catch a pheasant?According to the statement in the travel notes, there are many wild game in the wilderness, and the meat of pheasant is tender and tender. They are used to looking for food in the fields, and the leg meat is particularly chewy.

Thinking about it, he suddenly saw a few little pheasants fluttering their wings, clucking and clucking while slamming into the tree next to him in horror.

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

A few pheasants knocked in front of him and passed out.

In ancient times, people in the Song Dynasty waited for the rabbit, but now there is Mo Xiaolang who waits for the chicken.

With a look of surprise on his face, he grabbed a few pheasants that had passed out. Although he didn't know what happened, he could have another dish tonight!

Little Black Sheep: =v=

Hidden power and fame!