Datang First Chef

Chapter 25

The little black sheep is listening to the corner outside the hotel. His hearing is far better than that of the human race. He can't hear all the sounds of the human world like the Shunfeng ear among the heavenly soldiers and generals. He can hear Mo Wenyuan's words clearly.

His eyes were full of tears, is the lamb really ugly?

Huizhi laughed dryly: Well, in fact, he also thinks it's pretty ugly.

"Pfft", Mo Wenyuan laughed out loud. He was very happy. He didn't know whether he was amused by the black and white words or because of other things. He muttered to himself: "Just make a fish? This deal is too good."

He is a cook, and no one can understand the value of top-quality ingredients better than him. The few fish in the bucket are of high quality and rare in the world. Mo Wenyuan thinks that he has never seen such a good food in Chang'an City. fish.

The chef couldn't resist the charm of the top carp, he almost couldn't wait to show his skills and cook it into gourmet food.

not to mention……

Mo Wenyuan thought to himself, he didn't know whether it was the ghost or the little lady of the family, Xiao Langjun who left the note, he guessed that the other party must be a child.

The little sheep is ugly, but it is very cute. The moment he saw the content of the text, he was cute.

After experiencing the Shuojing incident, Mo Wenyuan's acceptance of fantasy incidents has greatly increased. In addition, he is in a good mood today and was attracted by the little note, so he readily agrees to cook for an unknown child.

He stood by the wall and said, "There are no peony flowers now, so you don't have to think about peony fish fillets. I'll make stewed carp for you, and put two fish in it."

The little glutton in the distance:! ! !

Oh my god, I added a fish, he is so kind, is he a god?

The little black sheep: "Baa baa baa baa!!!" He kicked his hooves happily.

Huizhi: "..."

The two fish are so happy, it's too easy to be satisfied, right?

……

The owner of the inn also watched Mo Wenyuan's process of making peony dishes, and he was very honored. After he came back, he asked him kindly: "If necessary, the facilities in front of the hall can be used by Mr. Xiaolang."

Mo Wenyuan was embarrassed, and wanted to pay a few more copper coins for firewood and oil, but the shopkeeper refused to accept it. He couldn't refuse, so he explained that he would cook early as a thank you.

Because he had already agreed that the kitchen could be used whenever he wanted, he quietly lit the fire and cooked without making much noise at night. Xiaoer heard many voices in the courtyard, and thought it was a thief, so he came out and took a look, and saw that it was Mo Wen. Yuan was busy lighting the fire, rubbing his eyes and said, "What are you doing, Mr. Xiao Lang?"

Mo Wenyuan said nonsense: "I saw a new way of cooking fish in my dream. I couldn't wait to try it after I opened my eyes. Go to sleep and leave it to me."

Xiao Er just woke up, a little confused, yawned one after another while speaking, and couldn't wait to see Duke Zhou after hearing what Mo Wenyuan said.As he staggered on the way back to the couch, a doubt floated in his mind.

It is said to be cooking fish, where did the fish come from?

Mo Wenyuan grabbed the carp with his tiger's mouth and threw it on the cutting board.The fish kept wagging its tail, and the water splashed with a fishy smell fell on the face, and the fishy smell invaded the nostrils.

His expression remained unchanged, and the fish was silent when he slapped the back of the knife. With the flickering light of the fire, Mo Wenyuan looked at the carp carefully, and was once again overwhelmed by its high quality.

The fish has no eyelids, even if it is fainted, the eyeballs are still embedded in the eye sockets abruptly, its cornea is transparent and clear, Mo Wenyuan poked the eyeballs playfully, the Q ball is like jelly, poking and poking move.

Looking at the gill filaments again, there is a faint blood color, the mucus is transparent and tasteless, and the scales are even more shiny.

His eyes shone like a desert traveler who sees an oasis, a prospector who finds gold, or a hungry beast who smells fresh meat.

For him, high-quality ingredients are an irreplaceable treasure.

The leather case containing the knife was unfolded, and he pulled out the scale knife.The surface of the descaling knife is made into a pointed triangle, with a few small holes dug in the middle.

The scales of the fish were peeled off, the gills and gallbladder were completely dug out, the fish was sliced ​​into two complete sides, the fish was placed on the chopping board with the meat facing up, with a complete bone frame on one side, and nothing on the other side.

Perfect knives.

If there is a knowledgeable chef here, they will definitely applaud Mo Wenyuan's exquisite technique

He first chopped off the fish head and fish tail, put them together with the skeleton, and prepared to cook the soup in a pot later, Mo Wenyuan smashed his mouth, thinking that it would be good if there was milk, and it would taste better if it was put into the fish soup .

and many more……

He touched his chin. If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a lactating ewe in the backyard?In the morning, I also heard from the owner of the hotel that if you want to drink goat milk, you can tell him. If you know how to milk, you can take it yourself, as long as it does not exceed 5 catties.

If you don't go and have a look, if the milk produced is good, it can replace cow's milk.

……

In the Tang Dynasty, goat milk was used in medicine and daily life.Not to mention ordinary people, if the mother does not have enough milk to breastfeed after giving birth, she will choose to feed with goat's milk and rice soup.Sun Simiao even mentioned in his book "Essential Prescriptions for Emergencies" that "recipe for retching patients": take goat's milk and drink a cup.

Innkeepers also keep ewes for breastfeeding, but when there is a lot of goat milk, they will boil it and drink a cup.

Mo Wenyuan took the wooden bucket to milk the milk after he made some calculations. There were two rams and one ewe in the sheep pen.

He just got close to the sheep pen, and a few sheep woke up. They were calm, they didn't bleat, and they didn't dig the soil with sheep's hooves irritably. They treated Mo Wenyuan as if they were old friends.

His relationship with animals is very good, from small bugs, fish, birds and beasts, he is rarely seen as bad, except for those who serve him on the table.

Mo Wenyuan put the wooden barrel under the sheep's belly, wiped her belly with a clean cloth, and started milking.

When he was in Chang'an, he also made some dishes that needed to add cow's milk and goat's milk. At that time, he exchanged the milking method with the God of Cooking system and did it himself, so now Mo Wenyuan's movements are very proficient, and he is not worried about scaring him at all. .

He only wanted a little goat's milk when making soup, so he stopped after squeezing it a few times. Mo Wenyuan even smiled when the ewe looked at him and said "baa baa baa" meekly.

The goat's milk can't be squeezed out. After returning to the kitchen, he took out a few almonds from his pocket and threw them into the pot. The raw goat's milk and the almonds were boiled over medium heat.

The volatile substances contained in the almonds can neutralize the mutton smell in the goat milk. After the goat milk is boiled, the almonds are taken out, and only a faint milk fragrance remains in the milk.

He was not idle when boiling goat milk, and started to cook soup with fish heads and fish skeletons.

The soup stewed from the bones is light and clear, which is very suitable as a base material before secondary processing.

Both iron cauldrons were burning on the stove, and he began to process fresh fish fillets. He put the thin slices in a basin, sprinkled some coarse salt into it, and rubbed his fingers repeatedly on the surface of the fish fillets to let the salt taste into the meat.

Top-quality ingredients don’t need more embellishments, and their own taste is already outstanding enough. If they are prepared with sauces, it will be superfluous.

"Gudong gudong gudong——"

Small bubbles appeared on the surface of goat milk and fish soup. Mo Wenyuan poured the soup into a bowl first, scrubbed the tripod and oiled it, and fried the fish fillet with shredded ginger and green onion. The fish fillet is mouth-watering.

The little black sheep hiding outside the window drooled: Good!I want to eat!

The stewed fish fillets were not over yet, so he immediately poured goat milk and fish soup into the pot, and threw some green leafy vegetables and tofu into it, and turned the fire from high to low to cook slowly.

The aroma of the stir-fried fish fillets has not yet disappeared, and the long-lasting umami of the soup has reappeared.

Mo Wenyuan sniffed the smell and nodded in satisfaction.

Stewed carp soup is done!

……

Li Sanniang lay on the couch, tossing and turning, restless.She was sleeping, but as if someone brushed the tip of her nose with a light feather, she kept inhaling, and her nostrils shrank and shrank.

"Teng." Li Sanniang's eyes were still closed, but her body defied sleepiness, and she stubbornly got up from the couch.She can't wait to find the source of the scent and enjoy a good breakfast.

This is true for her who has been tested by gourmet food, let alone other people, whether it is the tourists in the shop or the owner of the shop, they are all awakened by the strange fragrance in the air early in the morning.

Sniff sniff sniff: "What smell?"

"It smells so good!"

"Fish scent?"

"Get up, get up!"

The owner of the inn is the fastest runner. His name is Jin Rongda. He is about 40 years old. Organized.

When the sky was not completely bright, he was lying on the couch with his mouth wide open, and the hole in his nose was even bigger.

His wife patted his round belly suddenly and said, "It's very fragrant? Go and have a look!"

Jin Rongda jumped up suddenly, he sniffed and said, "The fragrance is real?" He thought he was feasting in a dream.

His wife pursed her lips and urged, "Go!"

Boss Jin’s body shape proves that he is delicious. After knowing the fragrance was real, he barely put on a gown and ran to the front of the hall. The closer to the kitchen, the stronger the fragrance, and his stomach growled. .

Mo Wenyuan just came out from the front of the hall. He looked at the boss who was running wildly with an intoxicated look on his face, and asked, "Is there something wrong with Uncle Jin?"

Jin Rongda was surprised and said: "Mr. Xiao Lang is picking up vegetables in front of the hall so early?" On the way, he guessed that it wasn't Mr. Mo Xiaolang who was cooking, right?Yesterday's peony dish was so fragrant that the onlookers almost started fighting. Jin Rongda, who was lucky enough to smell it, was [-]% convinced of Mo Wenyuan's cooking skills.

Mo Wenyuan said: "I got a new recipe in my dream, so I can't resist trying it."

"Could it be that the stove lady had a dream?!"

Mo Wenyuan smiled and said nothing, in the eyes of others, it seemed to be tacit consent.

Jin Rongda and You Rongyan, the young gentleman who was entrusted with a dream by the gods, actually lived in their inn, and even used their stove to cook food, and the fragrance was still lingering for miles?Even his kitchen has become more expensive.

In the distance, the little black sheep is happily eating fish fillets. He puts his head in the sea bowl, sticks out his tongue like a dog, but his teeth are much better than a dog.

The little black sheep made a vague "baa baa" sound while eating.

Did the Stove Lady give Mo Xiaoyuan a dream?

Hui Zhi sighed, "No."

"There was no past, there is no present, and there is no future."

"No god has ever dreamed of Mr. Mo Xiaolang."

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa."

He laughed, hiccupping.

Mo Xiaoyuan is really a wonderful person, he not only cooks delicious dishes, but also uses gods as a cover, the little Taotie is young and knows a lot, he mocks with bleating voices.

Huizhi sighed more deeply: "Hey, only immortals have dreamed of mortals before, but when it comes to Mr. Mo Xiaolang, for some reason, it is he who uses the mouth of immortals to do mortal things."

Fortunately, there is no clay statue of Bodhisattva here, otherwise the Bodhisattva must have the same expression as Huizhi, with tangled eyebrows, describing sorrow.

Bodhisattva: I beg you!I really don't have a dream!

……

Most of the inn guests are merchants. They work hard during the day and get up before dawn to buy and sell goods. But when the goods are almost empty, they will stay on the bed and sleep until the sun is high. This method converges the exhausted energy.

Jin Rongda remembered that several merchants had finished their business yesterday. According to the usual practice, they should have slept in the dark today, but after he brought the steamed buns to the hall for Mr. Mo Xiaolang, he found that all the guests had gathered here. There were not enough tables, and the latecomers stood in twos and threes in the corner, and when they saw him come in, they all stared at the plate in Jin Rongda's hand.

Their eyes are similar to those of beggars who have been hungry for a few days.

Jin Rongda is a man with wisdom in life. He drank two bowls of fish soup in the kitchen and stuffed three steamed buns in his stomach before slowly serving the dishes on the table, otherwise his eyes would definitely turn green.

"Mr. Mo Xiaolang made steamed buns and ate a few dishes." He put the big plate on the table, "One person can only take two steamed buns."

The people who stayed at the hotel paid for the food, and Jin Rongda was responsible for their breakfast, and if they wanted to eat in the restaurant at night, they would ask for an extra fee.

After hearing what he said, a pair of hands rushed to the plate with lightning speed, holding a steamed bun in one hand, and two in both hands. The diners worked from left to right, biting the steamed bun on the left, and then the steamed bun on the right.

"Two steamed buns are not enough! Jin Da, if I pay more for food, can I get two more?"

Jin Rongda hehe, his thoughts were strangely beautiful.

"It's okay to pay more coppers! Mr. Xiaolang has done this in total, and eating some is a blessing. Do you still want to be full?"

"If you want to fill a big belly man, eating ten or eight is not enough."

There was laughter from the crowd, and those who said they wanted to pay more were not ashamed, but stuffed the steamed buns into their mouths and said, "Jin Da knows me."

"Even if you eat twenty of these steamed buns, it's still not enough."

Mrs. Jin Rongda is strong and her waist is not much thinner than her husband's. When she raised her thick arms, the big pottery urn, which was half a person's height, lifted off the ground easily. The pottery urn was filled with soup and water. As she walked, the soup was stirring , making a crisp sound like waves hitting the shore.

"Don't be in a hurry to drink water after eating steamed buns, Mr. Mo Xiaolang is about to make soup!"

The listener hastily put down the water glass, and refused to drink even though his throat was throbbing from choking.

"Boom—" The bottom of the pottery urn touched the table, making a muffled sound, and the waiter followed behind, with a stack of bowls in his hand.

He didn't even ask who wanted to drink it, the fragrance wafted all over the place, if someone didn't want to drink it, they would be foolish.

The bowls were delivered to everyone. There was no voice in the hall, and the sound of "grumbling, rumbling, rumbling" kept coming and going. What's more interesting is that no one held the bowl in the heroic posture of drinking. Most of the people held the bowl with both hands, carefully , I dare not raise my hand too high when drinking, for fear that the soup will splash out if I move too violently.

That would be a waste.

"Hey, Jin Da, what are you eating?"

Neighbors were also alarmed.

Jin Da waved his hand: "Fish soup."

"Nonsense, fish soup is so fragrant?"

"believe it or not."

"Hey, can I have a bowl?"

"Go, go, my family doesn't have enough to drink, let alone you."

……

Li Sanniang's breakfast was much more refined. The milky white soup was served in a bowl. The bottom of the soup was filled with fish, and there were emerald green scallions floating on the surface.

The steamed cake kneaded with ginseng and goat milk is cut into small pieces, and the steamed bun filled with meat is only half the size of a fist.

In the cup is goat's milk that has been deodorized. Mo Wenyuan boiled it with tea leaves, ground almonds and various nuts into powder and sprinkled it on the goat's milk. It is a pure natural and pollution-free handmade milk tea.

Li Sanniang smiled and said: "It's too rich, can I eat it?" Even if she is used to the food made by Mo Wenyuan, she still feels that breakfast is too extravagant.

Mo Wenyuan said: "You can't even eat, Ma'am, is there anyone else who can?" By the way, he praised Li Sanniang's beauty. No, there is no way, some Dai Hua scholars are not respectable enough for outsiders.

He skipped the sentences describing the appearance of those people, and praised bluntly: "I'm afraid that the Flower God will bow down in front of you, A Niang."

"Hands are like a catkin, skin is like fat, collar is like a grub, teeth are like a gourd rhinoceros, a moth's head is like a moth's eyebrows, it smiles sweetly, and its eyes are beautiful." Poetry has only become popular in these years, and Mo Wenyuan didn't read it in modern times. After a few Tang poems, but the Book of Songs, he memorized it quite well, and now he used Wei Fengzhong's poems to praise Li Sanniang's beauty.

Big pink flowers are inserted in the hair bun, and odd cloud temples hang lazily by the ears. She has applied a little makeup and powder, the two clouds are slightly red, and her lips are glossy and moist red.With a light red skirt, it is really beautiful.

Li Sanniang praised her son for being a little girl. She stretched out her hand and gently pinched Mo Wenyuan's face and said, "I was so glib at a young age, I don't know how many little girls I can deceive when I grow up."

After talking, I started to eat the VIP breakfast.

The two of them did not have the rule of eating and sleeping without talking, Mo Wenyuan said: "I will go to Lu Erlang to discuss it after the meeting. If it is soon, I will go to Goushi County tomorrow."

Although Li Sanniang knew that Mo Wenyuan was early-witted, she still had a lot of worries about him, so she said, "I'll go find Lu Zhong with you."

Sanniang was already good-looking, and she had the reputation of Mantou Xishi when she was in Chang'an, but this reputation faded as her business grew. The power and influence of ordinary people, but the beautiful appearance is actually added to the head.

However, recently she has put on light makeup and heavy makeup, not to mention that the man on the road looked at her dumbfounded, even Lu Er and the others were stunned, and they couldn't speak when they saw Li Sanniang.He hesitated for a long time before replying: "Want to go back to Goushi County? Madam, do you want to go with me?"

Mo Wenyuan couldn't laugh or cry: "I'll just go." Li Sanniang said it several times just now, and the co-author didn't even think about it.

Lu Zhongdao: "Oh! Oh! It's done, no problem, I will send Mr. Xiaolang there safely." He couldn't help but said, "San Niang wears flowers so well, it's very nice to take advantage of your color."

It wasn't for the praise from her son that she couldn't shake Li Sanniang's steel body. She nodded generously and said, "It's a good flower. It's the king of flowers my son won." Always remember to praise your son.

Mo Xiaoyuan: "..."

Hey, Aunt, are you not afraid of my swelling if you are like this?

……

Mo Wenyuan got up early the next day and set out with the merchants.The merchant who went to Goushi County was about 20 years old, his name was Qin Baichuan, he happened to have something to go to the county to make a round trip, after Lu Zhong agreed with him, he agreed to take Mo Wenyuan on the road together.

In fact, he would not refuse even if he didn’t make an agreement. After experiencing the incident of capturing Shuoshuo at night, the people in the caravan admired Mr. Mo Xiaolang so much that they almost regarded him as the reincarnation of a fairy boy. stand up.Therefore, when Mo Wenyuan's peony dishes made a commotion in the market a few days ago, they were not surprised. Even when they were asked, they just curled their lips and said: "That's Mr. Mo Xiaolang, as it should be."

The distance between the county and Luoyang is not far, about tens of kilometers according to modern measurement methods. Qin Baichuan got a strong donkey and took the two of them on the road.

Walking to the city gate, Mo Wenyuan saw many pedestrians carrying baskets with tofu in their baskets.He asked, "Where are they going?"

Qin Baichuan said: "They all go to the surrounding counties and counties." He said, "It takes about an hour to get there. If you make a round trip on the same day, it takes four or five hours to go to Gou's, and you can only go locally. overnight."

Four or five hours, isn't it eight or nine hours?Mo Wenyuan opened his eyes wide, looked at the heavy burden on their shoulders, and sighed again and again. Sure enough, money is not easy to earn in any age.

He once again thanked Li Sanniang for his good craftsmanship, allowing him to grow into a bean without worrying about food and clothing.

The donkey is tall and strong, with smooth and shiny fur. It walks unhurriedly on the mending road, and its nose keeps blowing.

Mo Wenyuan was used to riding donkeys in Chang'an City. The monks of Daxingshan Temple raised many donkeys and knew a lot about this creature.

He tied a line to the Zen stick, and grabbed a handful of feed made by mixing rice straw, wheat and other grains, tied it with a line and hung it in front of the donkey.

The big donkey understood what he meant in an instant, and raised its head to bite. Mo Wenyuan raised his Zen staff and let the feed dangle around, but he would not let him eat it.

Very childlike.

Qin Baichuan looked at the Zen stick in Mo Wenyuan's hand, showing hesitation. After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't help saying: "Little Lang, is the staff you used to catch Shuo Jing last time?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "Yes."

Qin Baichuan: "..."

Daxingshan Temple's treasured treasures for subduing demons and demons are reduced to fishing rods. Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?

If Mo Wenyuan knew what he was struggling with, he would be kind enough to stab him again.This Zen stick is not only used as a fishing rod, but also as a trekking stick, a wooden stick for beating meat, a leader in subduing demons and demons, etc. The usage is very diverse.

Mo Wenyuan has developed its usefulness to the extreme.

……

Donkeys walked much faster than people, and before noon, the two of them had already arrived in Goushi County. Qin Baichuan thought they would get up early to start their journey, so he only ate some dry food, so he took Mr. Mo Xiaolang to a restaurant for dinner.

Goushi County is not big, and there is only one restaurant in the whole county, and it is not a two-story western-style building, but a one-story house.Fortunately, the environment inside the store is good, there is little dust on the ground, the dining tables are clean, and the wood has been tempered thousands of times, making it smooth to the touch and flat on the surface.

The two ordered some soup and water, and while they were eating, they listened to other diners talking at the tables around them. At first, Mo Wenyuan didn't care much about what they said, but they chatted too loudly, and repeated "Mr. Mo Xiaolang" repeatedly. Four words, let him not care about it.

"Have you ever heard about Mo Xiaolang's smart capture of Shuoshu?"

"Xiao Lang? How did I hear that it was a big man with a green face and long fangs who captured Shuo Jing? It is said that he lived like Zhong Kui and had the appearance of an angry king. When he saw Shuo Jing, he pinched his tail and lifted him up. It is really scary to say that he is going to cut open his intestines and disembowel him and fry him in pieces!"

"Dare to eat ghosts?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Mo Wenyuan's face turned blue, and the blue in the blue-faced fangs matched the number, but the fangs, his new front teeth were neatly grown, and they were definitely not protruding buck teeth.Qin Baichuan also heard everyone's discussion, quietly looked at Mo Wenyuan, and tried to hold back his smile, but he was really working hard, and a "puff puff" sound came out from between his teeth, and he farted several times in succession. no difference.

"What you said is wrong. Mr. Mo Xiaolang is still in his prime. How could he be eight feet tall and lift up a giant rat spirit? I heard that the spirit monster is as tall as a big man."

"Why is it impossible? All supernatural beings are always different from ordinary people in appearance. Didn't Erlang Zhenjun split the mountain to save his mother at a young age? He was already seven feet tall when he was five years old, and his figure was not inferior to that of the weak crowned Lang. Jun. But even the real monarch doesn’t eat monsters alive, so it can be seen that Mr. Mo Xiaolang has a more cruel temperament than him.”

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

An arrow stuck in the heart.

Qin Baichuan: "Ha, cough, cough, cough!!!" In order not to let Mo Wenyuan pursue it, he coughed violently after letting out his laughter, trying to blur his laughter.

Mo Wenyuan stared at Qin Baichuan with dead fish eyes: Brother, can we stop pretending?

Can people be more sincere?

The shop waiter also heard what the travelers said, and while serving the dishes, he interrupted the conversation: "I don't know where the guest officer heard that Mr. Mo Xiaolang has a green face and white teeth, which is described as terrifying."

"You are from the county, what we said is wrong?"

"It's not right. I heard that Mr. Xiaolang's benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes have the majestic appearance of a Bodhisattva at a young age, and he also has a red dot on his forehead. When he first arrived in Goushi County, the sky was full of golden lights. Insects, fish, birds, and beasts all face east to greet them."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

"You little girl, you are talking nonsense. If you are as compassionate as a Bodhisattva, how could you threaten to eat Shuomo?"

The shop boy refused to admit defeat, he decided to move out the official banner and said: "You don't believe it? Go to the Jingtu Temple to listen to the folk lectures! The monks are talking about Mo Xiaolang's conquest of demons these days."

"On that day, Mr. Xiaolang sent Shuo Shujing to the Pure Land Temple. After listening to the common saying, he knew how he behaved. You should never scare him!"

"Well, I'd like to hear what's going on."

"Let's go!"

After all the guest officials left, Qin Baichuan cautiously said to the silent Mo Wenyuan: "Little Lang, shall we still go to the Pure Land Temple?"

Mo Wenyuan said angrily, "Go."

"Also listen to how I managed to capture the rat demon by the way."