Datang First Chef

Chapter 95

Sun Wukong looked at Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, hesitated to speak, "What happened to you recently?"

The Bodhisattva sighed like a ghost and said, "Why did you say that?"

Look at the black and blue under his eyes, the almost sunken cheeks, the haggard color overflowing his face, as long as he has long eyes, he can see that he is in a sluggish state, not to mention that Monkey King has piercing eyes: "Seeing that you look tired, I am afraid It's because I didn't have a good rest."

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva said tiredly: "We are different from ordinary people, and we don't need to sleep at night." His head was groggy, as if he was pierced by a magic sound.

Mo Dalang and I cook food, we cook it very delicious, the food is pork, and the method is not easy. I have become it at one time, and I am really talented in cooking, so I can help him...

When he closed his eyes, the picture of the big black sheep's mouth opening and closing continuously appeared in his mind. The Bodhisattva closed his eyes in pain, trying to dispel those pictures.

Seeing his appearance, Monkey King stretched out his hand to scratch the monkey hair on his face, and said abruptly, "But what did Taotie do to make me so worried?"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was surprised: "How do you know?" How do you know that I am troubled by Taotie?

Sun Wukong understood clearly: "Is it because of the troubles of men and women that I have known before?"

Bodhisattva hehe, it’s fine to think about men and women, but it’s a pity that what he worries about is about men and women, and he still wants to talk to himself. He really doesn’t know that he is a monk?

Seeing the Bodhisattva's expression, Sun Wukong said coldly: "Could it be something about Longyang? Does he like Mo Dalang?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough—"

The Bodhisattva let out a series of rapid coughing sounds, thinking that Monkey King could also guess it?How could his monkey ears have heard the word Longyang Zhihao?

"I hit the mark." Monkey King was very sure.

Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't ask him how he guessed right. The series of questions just now made him quite convinced of Sun Wukong's ability, and he said, "This should be the way to solve this matter? That Taotie came to me every night to talk about it. I am a monk. He That said, I don’t know how to understand it.”

"How to solve it?" Sun Wukong tentatively asked, "In my opinion, if he gets his wish, all problems will suddenly become clear."

That is to make Mo Dalang follow Taotie?The Bodhisattva was aroused, and said coldly, "How can this be so? People of the Buddhist family will not convert others, nor will they push them into the eternal hell. If you make Mo Dalang and Taotie friendly, I will really feel sorry for him."

Sun Wukong nodded, as if he understood the situation clearly: "The Bodhisattva is really noble, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell." He said with a very understanding face, "Think about it better, since Taotie talks to you every night, it is natural that you will go to hell." If you don't have time to find Mo Dalang, Bodhisattva, you can take care of them a little bit, but you can let them have nothing serious, wouldn't it be great?"

When Guanyin Bodhisattva heard it, he felt that Sun Wukong was right. He looked at him with a rare warmth, thinking that this monkey could speak human words?

"you are right."

Hey, for the sake of Mo Dalang, he should stay in hell for a while!

……

In Huaiyang Luocheng, Mo Wenyuan didn't know the sacrifice made by the Bodhisattva for him.

A pig made countless cans of luncheon meat, and the first ones were allocated to the busy craftsmen, shop assistants, and part-time workers in Li Sanniang's restaurant. I praised the deliciousness, and I was surprised to hear the simple method and low price.

Mo Wenyuan said: "Since the cans can be stored for two months, why not sell a batch first to test the waters."

The craftsman said: "However, the method of opening the pot is still very difficult to understand. We often break the clay pot to open it."

Mo Wenyuan thought about it: "It's okay, these problems can be improved later, let's sell a wave to test the water first." The meat that can be stored for two months is willing to buy if you want to know how to do it. "

More than willing to buy, it is simply crazy!

There are many merchants in the south of the Yangtze River, and after the restaurant released the news, they came to inquire one after another. At this moment, the truth that the near water and the platform first get the moon has been practiced, and the first one to visit was the restaurant's regular customer Xin Erlang.

The surname Xin is full of money. This family is also a rich family in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. However, it is very different from the real high-ranking families. Not to be underestimated, there are many brothers in the family, each of them performs their own duties, and the family is well-organized.

Erlang travels all over the world, unlike the small merchants and small caravans who sell goods on the ground, they are all doing big business. Hearing that this meat can be stored for more than two months, he immediately squinted his eyes.

"Two months, even in the scorching summer?"

"Don't say that it can only be stored for two months because it is in the hot summer." Mo Wenyuan said, "The craftsmen are still experimenting, and two months is the shortest time. If it is proper, it is unknown whether it can be stored for March or April. .”

The number he said shocked Xin Erlang, and he opened a can immediately after talking to Mo Wenyuan, and ate the meat with a spoon.He ate a lot, and knew that it was not pure meat, but both the taste and the aroma were excellent, not to mention that it could be stored for more than two months——

He believed Mo Wenyuan's words. In the next year, all merchants and hawkers put their reputation first, and there were some people who were cheated and cheated if the quality was not uniform. However, they were all doing big deals. I think Mo Dalang must have tried many times before he was right. He said the number of two months.

Xin Erlang said: "What's the price of this thing?" He picked up a heavy can, the clay pot was not very small and the weight was not light, it was full of meat, he guessed it would cost fifteen or twenty renminbi.

However, Mo Wenyuan said: "A can of ten coins."

Ten texts? !

This number really shocked Xin Erlang. What is the concept of ten pennies? If the steamed cakes in Li Sanniang's restaurant are filled, it will cost two pennies. That is to say, this full pot of meat is only worth five steamed cakes. This...

He is a real person, and he was quite worried about Mo Wenyuan: "Is the price too low?"

Mo Wenyuan smiled and said: "Xin Erlang don't have to worry. Although there is meat paste in this jar, nearly half of it is wheat flour mixed with water. It's just that it's stirred evenly. You can't eat it. My price is not only It’s not a loss, and it’s also very profitable.” Who asked the family to provide one-stop service for raising pigs and grinding wheat flour?The cost is very low.

Xin Erlang waved his hand and said, "I want as much as I have."

Mr. Xin's family came the fastest, and not long after he left, other merchants came to ask one after another, and the guys could only reply with apology: "They were all bought."

"Bought it all away? Whose gentleman bought it."

"It's Xin Erlang."

The circle of merchants is not big, but all the big merchants know each other. As soon as they heard his name, everyone was sure that Li Sanniang's restaurant must be good. Said: "Is there any suitable meat cans? I can pay back the deposit first."

The buddy wondered: "Ask me about this matter, I don't know, I have to wait to talk to Mo Dalang."

"Excuse me, please ask Mo Dalang carefully."

……

Mo Wenyuan just came out of the busy back kitchen, when he saw the waiter approaching him with a helpless expression on his face. He has also cultivated for so many years, and seeing his bitter expression, he said, "But there are too many people who come to ask about the meat pot?"

"Da Lang is really clever, I'm here to report this matter."

Mo Wenyuan touched his chin and said: "Don't charge for the deposit, just tell them first come, first served, I will make a batch of meat pots in the future, just reply like this."

The clerk nodded again and again and went to the front yard, while Mo Wenyuan led people directly to the pigsty to raid.

Their family has opened more shops and sells more non-staple food, just like the pork shop, which has been very popular since it appeared. Others are not pork-free, but the taste is not as good as theirs.The quality is cheap, the taste is good, and naturally more people buy it. When the demand rises, more pigs will naturally be used.

Then, they also raised more pigs.

The big black sheep followed Mo Wenyuan, like a commander, bleating a few times, and the pigs came out in a file. The long-term workers hired to take care of the pigsty praised him, saying that he "has the demeanor of a beast".

Mo Wenyuan laughed dryly at the side, and thought it sounded very sad.

But the sheep didn't feel it, praised its earthy taste, and accepted it all.

The method of making luncheon meat is simple and does not require much technical content, so Mo Wenyuan took the apprentices in the back kitchen and the handyman to make it together. Many merchants were like chickens waiting to be fed, waiting in line at the door of the restaurant.

The processed cans were loaded onto cargo ships one by one, and were transported to every corner of Datang along the criss-crossing rivers extending in all directions.

……

Li Sanniang was playing with the earthen pot, with a vague smile on her face: "I never thought that this thing was really made by Da Lang."

Zhao Erniang was lying on the bed with a baby in her arms, and the baby was sleeping peacefully.Last month, Zhao Erniang gave birth to a child, and the mother and child were safe, and because her family was rich, she received good care during pregnancy, so although she was not yet confinement, she looked very good.

"Da Lang has always been smart, as long as it is related to eating, he can do anything." Zhao Erniang smiled.

"According to what he said in his letter, the storage time for canned food is less than two months. When the finished product is really made, it may be stored for about half a year." Li Sanniang has fallen into thinking, "The food that can be stored for more than half a year needs to be moved in the place of production. some brains."

There is a big difference in climate between the north and the south, and the production and prices of food materials are also very different. For example, Liangzhou and other places are very barren. People in the Western Regions use animal husbandry, and the price of sheep there is very cheap. Not even half of it.

"Sheep from the North, fish from the South Sea..."

Zhao Erniang said: "There are also vegetables, fruits, melons and eggplants from the Central Plains and the South." She added, "For us, those melons and eggplants are our daily food, but the puppy and I came to the Northland for the first time, and only saw the mutton there. The price is cheap, but the fruits and vegetables are very expensive, not to mention the vegetables, if you bring the southern country to sell there, you will be able to sell a lot of them."

"I have a lot of contacts in the Central Plains, but I don't have much foundation in the Northland and South China Sea. However, there are a few soy sauce shops. If you want to set up a business there and receive the goods to make cans, you need to spend a lot of thought." Li Sanniang said decisively. , "This matter still needs to be discussed in the long run."

"In a few days, when Dalang returns to Beijing, I will definitely discuss this matter."

……

Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is very short. After a few days of wearing unlined clothing, the residents feel the chill and put on thin leather jackets.

However, this year, besides the thin leather jacket, there is another option, and that is the cotton padded jacket!

Since Zhenguan brought cotton back to Beijing in the 19th year of Zhenguan, the saint has vigorously promoted the planting of cotton. His method of promotion is similar to that of the emperor in the Ming Dynasty. It is not so much promotion as force planting.

And the results are very gratifying, even in the south of the Yangtze River, Mo Wenyuan can see large patches of white fluffy cotton.Tianzhu cotton has adapted well in the local area, and there have been no problems such as less fruit, and the results of the picked cotton are very gratifying.

As he passed by the lobby of the store, he could hear diners gathered around a table in twos and threes discussing the use of white dippers.

"The price of that thing is really not high, even the thinnest sheepskin is bigger than it." Tang Dynasty mainly ate mutton, so there were a lot of sheepskins, and the price was relatively cheap.

"I heard that the people in the poor country can also spend money to buy two liang of white folds to stuff in the clothes. No matter what, it's better than stuffing scraps of clothes."

Mo Wenyuan laughed at Mimi, he didn't care about his image at all, ordinary men in their twenties would wear leather jackets at most, and Jiangnan literati only wore jackets close to their bodies, and wrapped them in broad robes and wide sleeves , Walking with big sleeves and wind, very chic.

But he was different, he literally engraved the Chinese character "Frozen to Death" on his forehead. He bought eight taels of cotton and gave it to the embroiderer to pick out a fluffy and large cotton coat, put it on his body, and put his hands on his chest like a hen. In the left and right cuffs, even the buddies are ashamed to see it.

Qin Weishan just came to the restaurant to buy food today. Seeing Mo Wenyuan like this, the corner of his mouth twitched and said, "Mo Dalang, are you cold?" He remembered that Mo Wenyuan didn't practice martial arts well, and he didn't necessarily feel cold even in the cold winter?

You remember that last year, six out of the sky, goose feathers and heavy snow fell to the ground one after another. Even if there was a fire in the house and the fire was raging, people could not help but shiver.

Even the literati in the south of the Yangtze River dare not go to the Huxin Pavilion to watch the snow on snowy days, let alone go out in elegant and chic clothes, which shows that it is freezing cold.

At that time, Mo Wenyuan did the opposite, cooking with shirtless shoulders, his fair face was flushed red by the two-foot-high flame when the pot was turned upside down, sweat dripped all over his forehead, it was a scene of being in full swing.

At that time, Qin Weishan was trembling and asked him if he was still cold, but Mo Wenyuan replied: "I have practiced martial arts for a long time, and there is a steady stream of hot air flowing out of my dantian, plus my heart is hot when cooking, so it is not cold at all."

Qin Weishan: I respect you for being a man!

At this age, Mo Wenyuan has changed the majestic image he established in his heart last year, and is wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket that looks like a big quilt. How could he have no idea?

Mo Wenyuan said slowly, "It's cold, it's definitely not cold."

"Then why did you..."

"Although I'm not cold, I'm not afraid to be warmer." Mo Wenyuan sighed contentedly, "The white folded jacket is different from the leather jacket, it's very light and thin, and it's not very heavy when wrapped around my body, which makes me feel at ease. "

Modern people's winter clothing is polarized. Some people look like deep early autumn, with their ankles exposed in the sub-zero sky, no socks, only slippers, and thin coats; In fact, even walking outside is like lying on a bed at home.

Unfortunately, Mo Wenyuan was the latter. After being tortured by the heavy leather jacket for so long, it was rare for him to wear a big cotton jacket. How could he not wear it?

How did he know that Qin Weishan didn't understand what Mo Wenyuan meant? After pondering for a long time, he said something surprising: "Could it be that this padded jacket was made by sheep for you?"

The big black sheep was suddenly poked, and was also very confused. He looked up at Qin Weishan, as if he didn't know what they were talking about, first looked at Qin Weishan, then at Mo Wenyuan, and then lowered his head to swallow.

Mo Wenyuan said slowly: "Why did Qin Lang say that?"

"If it weren't for that, and you are not afraid of the cold, how could you be willing to wear this padded coat." It wasn't elegant at all, not chic at all.Qin Weishan thinks about it and feels that what he said is quite right. There must be a special meaning in being willing to wear it, if it is not for his sweetheart to do it?

He winked at Mo Wenyuan, which meant "you know me".

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

What do you know, you know, you are all adults, can you stop being so dirty?

He sighed and said: "The clothes are not made of sheep. Even if he can transform into a human form, he will still be a handsome man. Skills such as female reds are unreasonable."

"I asked my embroiderer to make it, but I am happy to wear it because it is light and warm."

Qin Weishan slapped his head and said: "So that's the way it is, it's so offending."

Mo Wenyuan's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, several thoughts turned in his mind, he wanted to make it clear that there was no relationship beyond friendship with the sheep, but he wanted the fragrance of the top ingredients on his sheep, and he also wanted the fragrance of his body The appearance, the smoothness of the face, and the light cloud of blush on the cheeks.

For some reason, I was speechless again.

He only agreed, sent Qin Weishan away, looked at the big black sheep eating happily, and wrapped the little quilt even tighter.

After the big black sheep finished eating the delicious food, his mind began to turn. "Baa baa baa baa" asked Mo Wenyuan: Why did he say that I made the cotton padded clothes?

Mo Wenyuan was entangled again, vacillating between telling the truth and not telling the truth, he had already seen Yang's reverie, wouldn't it be too naked to say directly that there is a tradition of girls making clothes for their husbands in the human world?

What's more, the sheep is not a girl, but a handsome man. If you compare him with a girl, you will insult him.

Finally, he said vaguely: "There are similar traditions in the world."

The big black sheep bleated and said: What tradition?

"Friends will give each other clothes." Mo Wenyuan stumbled, "I didn't add clothes to others because I don't have friends other than you."

"The clothes are often made by hand."

When the big black sheep heard that he was Mo Wenyuan's only close friend, he was very ironic, his eyes sparkled, but at the same time, a certain thought rose in his heart, and he bleated to Mo Wenyuan: "In that case, you and I Give each other clothes too!

Mo Wenyuan shot himself in the foot with a rock, but he still had to agree, he took a breath and said, "You and I don't even know how to be a girl..."

Sheep said shyly, "It's enough to make a small piece of expressing your heart."

He shyly wished he could cover his face with his hoof: I want to make something for you.

Speaking of this, how could Mo Wenyuan refuse to agree, and said with a long sigh: "That's fine." He said, "You often show people the body of a sheep, how about I make you a sheep's clothing?"

Well, well, well!

How could the sheep not agree, nodding its head like a rattle, Mo Wenyuan sighed secretly again, and began to figure out how to make clothes, sheep clothes must be better than human clothes, right?

……

"Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, how is the purse embroidered?"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva wished to spit old blood all over his head and face, so he had the awareness of "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell", but he never thought that it was not enough to be a tree hole with awareness, and he wanted to provide technical support, and it was Difficult technology.

After finally calming down the stale air in his chest, the Bodhisattva forced a smile on his face and said, "Why do you want to make a purse?"

His expression is really scary. If Sun Wukong was here, he would definitely shake his head and comment on his superficial smile. The innocent and sweet voice said: I heard that this is the tradition of the human world.

Mo Xiaoyuan told me that friends should give clothes to each other.

Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't hold back and asked the cause and effect. After the big black sheep said, he didn't know what expression to make. He shook the innocent sheep intentionally and told him: "You and Mo Wenyuan have been inseparable for 20 years. Why is there such a tradition? Mo Dalang knows you but doesn’t know?”

But when the words came to his lips, he still restrained himself from saying anything, and politely refused: "I don't know much about female celebrities, why don't you ask others?"

The big black sheep baa baa baa baa, with a look of disdain: How can you not? I have been in and out of Daxingshan Temple many times. I often see monks doing needlework and mending monk clothes. The stitches are fine. If you want to walk in the world for many years, you must know this skill of.

Guanyin Bodhisattva: Are you wise now?

Big Black Sheep: And if you look like a good woman, everyone thinks that Guanyin Bodhisattva is a woman. Since she is a woman, how can she not know the art of sewing?

Guanyin Bodhisattva said: "However, even if I look like a woman, I am actually a man, but I don't know how to be a woman. At most, I can sew and mend as you said." To persuade the big black sheep, he added, "Why don't you I have seen that my monk's robe is broken, even if there is a hole, it can be patched with the immortal method, and I don't need to do it myself."

The big black sheep seemed a little disappointed after hearing this, and the Bodhisattva felt relieved that he had finally given up the idea of ​​letting him teach him how to do needlework.

Who knew that Taotie's next sentence really made him vomit blood.

Big Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa baa."

Then, then I will reluctance, let's study together with you!

Bodhisattva: You still have to drag me, right?

……

Mo Wenyuan's work here is more clear. There are quite a lot of female workers in the store, and there are two female disciples Hong Dahong to help out. It is not difficult to sort out a piece of clothing suitable for sheep.

For some reason, he was quite concerned about this matter, and led by the girls, he went to the best cloth workshop in Huaiyang and picked out extremely expensive fabrics.

Seeing that the fabric Mo Wenyuan picked was elegant, smooth, bright in color and priceless, Hong Da thought to himself, could it be that Da Lang finally has a girl he likes, and wants to give this fabric to someone to please her?

Although she thought about it, she never said it to anyone, she just communicated with Hong Er alone.

Both Mo Wenyuan and Yang seem to want to surprise each other, so they both work at night to avoid each other.

But when Mo Wenyuan was traveling day and night to make sheep clothes, Qin Weishan came to visit again. This time it was not only him, but also Qin Weilan.

He introduced: "This is my sister."

Mo Wenyuan didn't know why he came, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, only to see that Qin Weilan was indeed beautiful, but her cheeks were a little plump, making her look even more chubby.

Qin Weishan smiled awkwardly at Mo Wenyuan and said, "I came here because I have something to ask, and the trust is related to my younger sister."

"She eats the beauty food of that restaurant every day, and within two months, her originally elegant figure has become the current shape. I don't know if Mo Dalang has a solution. If she eats it, she can return to her original shape." ?”

Mo Wenyuan: This is because I eat too much collagen and get fat!