Datang First Chef

Chapter 78

From the Western Regions to Chang'an, the journey is long, but in Mo Wenyuan's view, it is much faster than when he went there, just like a traveler climbing a mountain. When he first climbed the mountain, he didn't know how high the mountain was or how steep the slope was. Trembling with every step I take, I keep estimating when I will be able to climb to the top of the mountain.

Monk Huizhi originally wanted to go with them, but the big black sheep objected very much. He was like a big cat that sensed the approach of a powerful enemy. As soon as Master Huizhi approached, he lowered his body and let out a "snoring" from his throat sound.

There are two situations for cats to snore, one is when they are particularly comfortable and caressed by their owners, and the other is when they feel nervous and snore endlessly, and the big black sheep is the latter.

Mo Wenyuan was a poor man caught between his friend and his master. He never expected that the two would be hostile, and it was true that they were neither.In the end, he received the pitiful eyes of the big black sheep, like a wounded animal. Mo Wenyuan was hit by his conscience. He said that although Master Huizhi was a master, he taught him a lot of ways to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Knowledge, but the big black sheep is his culinary partner and soul confidant, and he cannot let go of it, so he can only bitterly say to Huizhi: "Master, look, why don't you wait until I return to Chang'an to honor you?" Bar."

Huizhi was dumbfounded, what happened to you, apprentice, how did you become a foolish king, as long as the sheep don't want the master, how decent is it!

But Master Huizhi's shell was covered very well. It didn't look like the shell of Guanyin Bodhisattva at all. Mo Wenyuan had left a not very solemn impression in Mo Wenyuan's heart, so he could only wave his hand and say: "Nothing. It's all right, I was just by your side because I dropped by, and I'm going to travel to other places when I get out of the Western Regions, so don't worry about it."

After hearing this, Mo Wenyuan felt even more guilty. He only felt that he was ashamed of his master, and kept apologizing. The big black sheep was quite upset to see him, but he thought that the human incarnation of Bodhisattva would not eat and drink with them in the future. I feel better.

The letter sent to Chang'an is always earlier than the arrival of several people. Li Sanniang received the return letter when he was still a few months away from Chang'an City.

……

It is now the eighth month of the lunar calendar in the 18th year of Zhenguan. The hottest bitter summer has passed, and the coolness has not yet arrived. The weather between summer and autumn is the most pleasant, with cool breeze and bright sunshine. The joy of harvest will soon infiltrate people's hearts .

Mo Dalang's conversion spread throughout Chang'an City along with the autumn wind, and the residents in Guangde Square were the most excited. It seems to have become another top traffic after Tang Xuanzang, but unlike Xuanzang, he is a fixed-point figure, and his whereabouts are never erratic. As long as he stays in Chang'an, Luoyang or Jiangnan for a long time, and likes to run to Li Sanniang's restaurant, will be able to see him.

When the people of Tang heard that he was returning to his hometown, the mentality was the same as the attitude of modern people towards the popular Xiaosheng. Knowing that Xiaosheng was going to come to a certain venue in the city, even if he was not a fan of him, he would go to see it out of the fun.

The business of Li Sanniang's restaurant is already booming, and recently it has become so crowded that it can't be squeezed in. If Mo Wenyuan returns to his hometown, the corners and crevices of the corridor must be full of people, with no place to stay.

"San Niang, I heard that Da Lang is coming back?"

"What date is it?"

"Hey, I don't know what Dalang is like in a year or two."

"He must have grown into a handsome young man."

These are still good, Li Sanniang can still respond with great interest when she meets someone who asks about Mo Wenyuan. The more troublesome thing is the endless stream of matchmakers.

Right at the age of marriage, although Mo Wenyuan bears the name of a Buddha, isn't he still not ordained? Since he hasn't been ordained, it is possible to get married.

I think back then, as long as Master Xuanzang stayed in the temple, many ladies would come to burn incense. The young ladies were okay, with relatively thin skins.

Women in the Tang Dynasty were more open than other eras, not to mention that everyone has a love for beauty. Who doesn't like a handsome and legendary man?Even monks are willing to marry as long as they can return to vulgarity.

Mo Wenyuan has not yet been shaved, but because of his age and reputation, he has become a top-selling item in the wedding market. He is the only one in the family, and his mother is a well-known wealthy businessman in Chang'an City. At a young age, he has developed a career everywhere, and the food is delicious. , to help the saint to go to Tianzhu, and he can also cast down demons and eliminate demons. Most importantly, I heard that he is handsome and has a gentle temper.

Oh my god, how did such a gentleman grow up, did he come from a god?

The matchmakers almost broke down the gate in front of Li Sanniang's yard.

"San Niang, I have a woman from a wealthy family..."

"Third Niang, this lady is young and beautiful..."

"Sanniang..."

"Sanniang..."

"Sanniang..."

Li Sanniang was dizzy, and even counting the bills for more than ten days, she was as busy as a spinning top, and she had never been so dizzy. She could only smile reluctantly: "My family hasn't come home yet, and he is a habitual child." If you have an idea, my mother can't be his master, and I want him to come and see it in person."

"It's wrong for Sanniang to think about you. Marriage is nothing more than the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker..."

"Let's talk about it when he comes back!"

After sending away the matchmaker according to Li Sanniang's order, not to mention her, even Mo Xiaogou and Zhao Erniang felt lingering fear, Mo Xiaogou patted his chest and said calmly: "This is too..." Scary?fear?All these words kept circling in his throat.

But Zhao Erniang said: "Da Lang has indeed reached the age of marriage." Thinking back to when Mo Xiaogou married him, it was nothing more than that.

But Li Sanniang said: "I see that he sent letters, he is still obsessed with cooking as always, and he doesn't pay attention to the affairs of men and women. I'm afraid that when Da Lang comes back, even the matchmaker will not be able to talk about him."

Mothers know their sons best, not to mention whether Mo Wenyuan has such a heart. Based on her observation, although her son has not read much legends, he doesn't really like to listen to "the words of the matchmaker ordered by his parents". She yearns for a long-lasting love that has the same emotional foundation as Mo Xiaogou Zhao Erniang, and she did the same with Mo Lang back then, so she doesn't quite agree with the matchmaker's rhetoric.

"Hey, let's talk about everything when Da Lang comes back." She said, "If we get married again in a few years, it's okay." However, Li Sanniang had a faint thought in her heart. It is those gods entrusted to give birth to the mortal world, it is nothing more than a journey in the world, and then return to the heaven after becoming famous, and the love and love in the world cannot enter his eyes.

My son's background must be unusual, but I don't know if he is the same as those gods and figures, and will not marry.

……

The time for Mo Wenyuan and others to return to the capital was rather ingenious, and in a few days it would be the Autumn Society, a rare big festival in autumn.

The society of Qiushe is the society of Sheri. Since the Han and Tang Dynasties, Sheri has always been the grandest folk carnival. Even in modern times, Lu Xun wrote an article about watching theaters on Sheri, which mentioned this festival slightly.

Under normal circumstances, the She Day is held most grandly in the countryside, and it has extremely important connections with farmers, land, farming, and harvest. For example, the Autumn Club is held to pray for a good harvest.

Anyone who has studied history knows that the economy of the Tang Dynasty was known as a self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy. Farm work was the mainstream of the lives of most people. What happened during the slack season, borrowing cattle and horses, planting seedlings and transplanting rice seedlings were often based on townships. Collective farm work, since there is a collective, needs to be organized, and someone needs to schedule time. Unlike "village head" and "district chief" and other occupations, the organization responsible for scheduling farm work is established spontaneously by township residents, and the positions in it are also democratically elected. of.

This self-organized organization is called "Shasi".

The society of Sheri is also the society of Shesi.

There are two main activities on the festival, one is offering sacrifices to the "God of the Society" and "God of Ji", and the other is the singing and dancing activities after the sacrifice.

It stands to reason that Chang'an City was the largest city in the Tang Dynasty. Unless they went to the outskirts of the city, there would be no towns to speak of. Even so, they would not miss the grand festival that they could revel in.

The urban residents of Chang'an City don't have a social secretary, but they have workshops, and there is no need for a reason to celebrate the carnival.

Mo Wenyuan, Wang Xuance and others have already arrived at the outskirts of Chang'an City. They discussed the matter and said, "When we return to Chang'an City this time, we shouldn't get too much attention. Everyone is busy with the social day."

A member of the mission sighed: "No one pays attention, I'm really not used to it."

They came back from the Western Regions all the way, and the more they went inland, the warmer the welcome they received. Mo Wenyuan's story was not spread in Chang'an City, but radiated to the whole country. There were many ladies and gentlemen who came out to surround the audience, even There are also some temples where the more serious lay monks took the notebook and asked Mo Wenyuan whether the writing was correct.

The embarrassment in it can only be known by Mo Wenyuan.

The members of the mission did not feel that they were neglected. They had long been captured by Mo Wenyuan's culinary skills, not to mention that Mo Wenyuan's contribution to the team can be said to be the greatest during the journey westward. The mage did all the work for him. Without him, the road to get sugar in the west would not be smooth.

"Hey, it's hard for us Mo Dalang. He is returning to his hometown in good clothes, but there are not many people to see. It's better to pass by another city before."

Mo Wenyuan shook his head crazily and said: "No no no no no, it's neither bitter nor bitter, I hope no one will pay attention." He said with a sad face, "I'm clearly a cook, why bother."

The members of the mission looked at him quite speechlessly, yes, yes, you are indeed a cook, but you are really more than just a cook.

Hey, Mo Dalang is really underestimating himself.

……

Just approaching the city gate, Zhi Jinwu, who guards the city, recognized Mo Wenyuan and his party from the big black sheep. He first shot Mo Dalang up and down several times with strange, eager, and non-malicious eyes. Then he said slowly: "I am Mo Dalang, Mo Dalang who fetches sugar from the west."

Mo Wenyuan was already familiar with this look, so he replied calmly: "It is indeed me."

Zhi Jinwu still said slowly: "This is a black sheep? Could it be a dragon horn on his head?"

The big black sheep baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa agreed, "It's the dragon horn hehehe."

"Yes."

Zhi Jinwu still said slowly: "Da Lang has entered the city." He read it again and finally said embarrassedly, "I wonder if Mo Da Lang can let me touch, touch your hand before entering the city."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

"Let's shake hands." Don't touch.

Zhi Jinwu was even happier, and immediately said: "Good handshake, good handshake!"

At this moment, his chatterbox was opened, and he said on the front foot, "I believe in Buddhism, and I often go to Daxingshan Temple to pay homage." passed".

Mo Wenyuan knew that now there were lay monks or entertainers stationed in most restaurants, but he didn't know the source of it, or what the situation of Li Sanniang's restaurant was. The long-lost shame reappeared, and anxiety hovered in his chest.

"Thank you very much." He took out his hand and twitched it, but his hand was steady and did not move.

The corner of Mo Wenyuan's mouth twitched, and then again.

Still not moving.

The big black sheep bleated and said: Let go!

Mo Wenyuan worked hard again, and this time he finally pulled it out.

Zhi Jinwu said slowly: "After entering the door, Mo Dalang must be careful, the day when you return to Chang'an has already been known by everyone, and I am on duty because I know."

Mo Wenyuan touched the beads of sweat on his forehead and said, "Thank you sir."

"Morondo take care."

Zhi Jinwu's words made everyone a little flustered, they stuck at the door and whispered, hoping for the last time of peace.Wang Xuance and others had been with Mo Wenyuan for a long time, and they had a revolutionary friendship. After hesitating for a moment, they stood up and said, "If you don't let me wait in front, I hope you will follow."

Mo Wenyuan thought: "It's not right, it's not right if you are involved. The sheep and I are more agile, and we can dodge one or two if there is an emergency." In a certain city, he was "fallen from a high altitude" by some women. People in the Tang Dynasty have a slightly similar way of expressing enthusiasm with modern people. They all like to smash things. Most people smash flowers, but when they get excited, they also throw valuables, such as rare melons, fruits and jade, etc., etc. Mo Wenyuan was scared to death by the overzealous love just once.

The big black sheep is very responsible. At this time, he looks like a real man, raised his horns and said: Mo Xiaoyuan, don't worry, everything is up to me.

He looks like a hero.

"Then please go to the sheep!"

……

The tunnel at the gate of the city is very short, and it takes only a few steps to walk in. The Jinwu net is set aside to let everyone stay in the gate, but there are many people coming and going at the gate of the capital. When they curled up in the gate, Mo Wenyuan was already arrested. The news of the group's return was brought into the city.

"The Sugar Team is back!"

"Mo Dalang is back!"

The voice lingered in the low altitude and did not dissipate for a long time.

When it is said that Mo Dalang is back, no matter what they are doing, everyone will stick their heads out to join in the fun, not to mention those gentlemen and ladies who were already waiting.

The avenue was better, not full of people, but there were a lot of people standing still in the left and right rows, their eyes were either glued to Mo Wenyuan's cast, or stuck to the sheep.

"Mo Dalang!"

"What a handsome man!"

"Sheep, it's sheep!"

"I haven't seen you in two years, how is Mo Dalang?"

Those he knew and those he didn't know seemed to suddenly know Mo Wenyuan today. When these people went to chat in other places, they had to add that I knew Chang'an Mo Dalang and we had talked.

I'm afraid that's the case when I return to my hometown.

Mo Wenyuan didn't enjoy life under the "spotlight" very much. The corners of his mouth were stiff, but he still had to wave his hands to greet people on both sides, and a general illusion suddenly rose in his heart.

Comrades have worked hard——

Hello sir-

This delusion made his expression awkward.

The big black sheep really enjoys it. He is born with a flamboyant temperament, and he is very proud of his appearance. It is great if someone pays attention to him. How can there be any reason to avoid it?

After entering Guangdefang, the scene was really hot. Even the big black sheep were taken aback. There were crowds of people all over the mountains and plains. The crowd seemed to be sardines crowded in cans, and they were restrained to death by Takagaki. On the ground, even if Mo Wenyuan wanted to leave, he couldn't move an inch.

It is an exaggeration.

Li Sanniang and others were stuck at the door of the room, and the crowded road conditions prevented them from going out to pick up Mo Wenyuan. It was no wonder that the family members who hadn't seen him for two years and wanted to spoil their son and brother didn't come to him.They can't get out at all!

Their family members are all tall, and Li Sanniang is a rare tall girl among the girls. At this time, she stood up on the bed in order to stand out, and waved to Mo Wenyuan. People around her knew that their beloved son/brother was eager, so they left the seat of the bed empty. Come out, otherwise you will have to condemn them for having no sense of public morality, but I don’t know that Guangde Square is every inch of land today?It takes up public resources!

Mo Wenyuan waved with embarrassment: "Mother! Brother!"

The big black sheep let out a long bleat as a way of saying hello.

Two sounds sounded like a fire that ignited a bomb bag, the crowd boiled, and the screams were accompanied by flowers, melons and fruits, flying towards the people and the sheep. Mo Wenyuan and the sheep couldn't avoid it. The former was slender, and he didn't talk about brothers at all at this time Love, stepping on the back of a sheep, exerting strength on the toes, flew to the top of the eaves of the first floor, as if possessing a peerless lightness skill.

Yang didn't expect Mo Xiaoyuan to be so disloyal at the critical moment, and let out a series of unbelievably heartbreaking bleating sounds, as if accusing Mo Xiaoyuan, how could Mo Xiaoyuan do this, how could you leave me behind?

The body of the sheep was buried in the crowd.

A trace of regret flashed in Mo Wenyuan's eyes, but in the next second his face became firm, like an emotionless cook who had killed many sheep.

Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

The boat of friendship between the ingredients and the cook capsized!

……

After returning home smoothly, Mo Wenyuan's task is very arduous, not only to deal with A Niang and others' greetings, but also to restore the broken heart of the big black sheep.

After the friendly boat sailed, the big black sheep suddenly became stiff, and he pointed his butt at Mo Wenyuan, expressing that he was in a bad mood.

Mo Wenyuan sneered, he naturally knew that his behavior was lacking, and wanted to make up for the big black sheep, so he coughed twice and said: "I am wrong today, I will make it for you if you want to eat, I have the right to make up for it. "

The foodie big black sheep said that he wants to eat this sugar-coated cannonball, but he will never forgive Mo Wenyuan easily. He wants to use this as a threat to make more demands. Do you think you can bribe me by cooking a meal?Told you you were wrong!

At least ten meals will do!

Mo Wenyuan said in his heart that they have ordered food for so many years, not to mention ten meals, ten meals, one hundred meals and one thousand meals, but he expressed his understanding of the little temper tantrum of the big black sheep and decided to give it to him. His pampering comfort was naturally obedient and he said: "Okay, okay, ten meals will be ten meals."

Right now, Sheri is a good time for revelry, drinking and eating, why not show off your skills at this time, and please the big black sheep by the way.

Li Sanniang said: "How about staying at home for a few days? Aren't you going to see the saint?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "The recruitment of saints has not yet arrived. It seems that the autumn society is approaching, and the affairs are busy, and I can't handle it. Even if I want to enter the palace, I have to wait until after the festival day."

Li Sanniang said: "Yes."

"In the past two years, the city of Chang'an has changed a lot, and the same is true at home. Because it is the social day, I temporarily let the helpers go back, and the shop will not be open for a few days. After the festival is over, you should take a good look at the new achievements of being a mother."

"It's natural."

……

On the night Mo Wenyuan arrived in Chang'an, an old man came to look for him. This old man was called Fang Bo, and he was a highly respected person in Guangdefang.

The society is the highest executive of the society.

The reason why Mo Wenyuan came to look for him was that he participated in the sacrificial ceremony on Shangshe Day. The neighbors agreed that he was a disciple of Buddha and was very famous.

Mo Wenyuan had done this work before, as long as he was over fourteen, he was considered half an adult in the Tang Dynasty. From then on, as long as he was in Chang'an, he would take on the role of sacrificial priest, and some people suggested that he be the host. In the past few years, he refused because he was too young, but this year, the schedule is tight. He has just returned to Beijing after a long journey, and the presiding work is heavy.

Mo Wenyuan nodded and said: "Yes, leave this matter to me."

It was necessary to fast and take a bath for a day before the start of the club day. Mo Wenyuan changed into clean clothes, and Li Sanniang even lighted incense at home quite elegantly. In order to let the fragrance cleanse the body and mind, the big black sheep and Mo Wenyuan hid a few beatings. I sneezed, and thought that this scent was not as good as the fireworks of Wanjia lights.

The best smell in the world is the smell of incense in the kitchen.

The big black sheep looked at him eagerly, and his tone became weaker: Ruo, Ruo, if you are too busy, then you can slow down the eating appointment first.

How considerate?

Like a prodigal son turning back, Mo Wenyuan said affectionately: "I have failed you once, so naturally there will be no second time."

The face of the big black sheep was burning: Xiaoyou, why are you talking like that!

Although he had to bathe and burn incense, Mo Wenyuan, the sacrificial staff, did not do very elegant things. He was responsible for slaughtering the animals used in the sacrificial offerings. Once the knife was done, it was shocking to see the ghosts and gods. It was dissected into bones and flesh, with a beautiful figure. Everyone teased the sheep killer in Cifang and said: "I think Mo Dalang's craftsmanship is even better than yours."

The sheep-killing officer said calmly: "That's true. I just kill sheep, and I don't care much about it. It's smooth and smooth, and it's pleasing to the eye." gone."

The big black sheep watched Mo Wenyuan's skills from a distance, and was deeply intoxicated. He didn't realize that it was his "kind" who was killed.

The onlookers looked at him and said silently: You are a ruthless sheep!

……

Mo Wenyuan did not participate in the entertainment activities such as presenting wine to the two gods of Sheji and competing with the gods. He was very lazy and slipped home with the big black sheep taking advantage of people's unpreparedness.

On the day of the society, the saint will send various products to the company secretary to show his condolences. He knows that Mo Wenyuan loves to cook, so he sent a bunch of freshly caught seafood. The quality is very good, compared with the ones caught by the big black sheep. Without further ado, the one that Mo Wenyuan is most optimistic about is a bucket of crabs, each of which is fat and lively, and is eager to try with its pliers, trying to pinch his fingers off at any time.

There are many ways to eat crabs, such as whole crabs, boiled crabs, drunk crabs, choked crabs... Different crabs are cooked in different ways, and the flavors that come out are also completely different.

He skillfully picked up the crab, even though it swung its claws but couldn't touch him, Mo Wenyuan said: "Today, I will use a crab to make something you have never eaten before."

The tail of the big black sheep betrayed his will and turned into an electric fan.

Well, looking forward to it!

So what exactly is Mo Wenyuan going to do with crabs?It is simple and simple, complicated and complicated, and the test of technology is also a test of technology. What he is going to make is the fried crab in the typhoon shelter, which is relatively not so simple among crabs!

Fried crab in typhoon shelter belongs to Cantonese cuisine and can be said to be one of the top ten famous dishes in Hong Kong.The typhoon shelter here refers to the Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter, which was completed at the end of the [-]th century. There are many fishing boats in the pond, and there are sea canteens among these fishing boats. Many delicacies that have been passed down for a long time have been born here.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether you know the history of the dish or not, the method and taste of the dish are the most important.

Today, without dried chilies, Mo Wenyuan can no longer stop him from making spicy flavors. After Tianzhu and his party, his nose is sharper and he can use spices more freely. Compound spices can allow him to imitate the taste of dried chilis. The method requires a sensitive nose and precise control, otherwise it will taste bad even if it is even a little bit.

He's not that far off.

Brush and brush, cut the crab into pieces with a sharp knife, carefully remove the pickles with a small toothpick, rinse it with clean water, and throw it into the basin.

Large slices of ginger, scallions, and rice wine were poured into the basin, and the salt had already been sprinkled on the bottom of the basin. He started stirring to let the crab pieces fully absorb the flavor of the seasoning. The gap between the crab shell and the meat was very tight, but Not without it, focus on pickling the parts with thin crab shells, so that the aroma of the wine and the spiciness of onion and ginger can penetrate through the shell.

After soaking up the sauce, the crab pieces were wrapped in dry starch. Mo Wenyuan cleverly added bread crumbs to the dry starch, and then fried them with the bread crumbs to make them more crispy.

When the oil and water are put into the pot and the fire starts, the first thing to fry is always the minced garlic. It may not feel good to eat the whole cloves of garlic, but when it is fried with oil, the aroma can be described as powerful. The momentum of sweeping thousands of troops penetrated into people's nostrils, making people have no time to take care of other things.

After the garlic flavor was fully mixed into the oil, Mo Wenyuan took them out and put them aside, and then added spices instead of chili. His purpose was not to stir fry the crab with them, but to keep the flavor in the oil. In the frying pan

Finally, the clean crab meat, a little bit of bean paste, a little bit of salt, a little bit of sugar, the bread crumbs and starch turned golden yellow during the stir-fry, tightly wrapped the meat, and the noodles in the oil pan There are small crackling bubbles on the top, and the aroma of crab meat seems to be covered by spices, but it seems to be absent.

Finally, the golden crab pieces and those crispy bread crumbs were placed in front of the big black sheep, and his eyes could no longer turn away!

"Let's eat."

Crab meat, bread crumbs, spiciness, spices, onion, ginger and garlic, each seasoning has a sense of presence, and the taste, aroma, color, and taste are all impeccable.

When the big black sheep took the first bite, he seemed to think of the sound of the fairy music ensemble in his mind, but the sound was more exciting and more presentable.

Hey, how should he describe this delicacy, is it the crunchy golden bread crumbs that captivated him, or the crab shells that are fried until crisp and can be chewed together are more eye-catching, or the crab meat in it, or the bread crumbs Tangled, oily crab roe...

Everything is so harmonious and perfect.

Mo Wenyuan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the big black sheep who couldn't lift its head.

Yay, the big black sheep shouldn't be angry with him anymore!