Datang First Chef

Opening a store in Luoyang is definitely not a trivial matter, and requires a lot of preliminary preparations. Mo Wenyuan, who loves to worry, put aside his plan to find sucrose for the time being, and busy with Li Sanniang.

Li Sanniang first made a plan: "Buy land in Luoyang, open a store, and bring skilled associates there..." must be arranged one by one.

Mo Wenyuan reminded: "Before going, we need to inspect the local tofu shop in Luoyang, shop around and choose a supplier."

Li Sanniang didn't find it troublesome at all, she was full of enthusiasm, and she was full of energy. After thinking about it for a while, Li Sanniang said: "It seems that I have to run to Luoyang a few times." She rolled her eyes and said, "Da Lang, next time Go to Luoyang, you go with me."

The farthest Mo Wenyuan has ever traveled was to visit graves in the fields outside Chang'an City. When he heard that he was going to Luoyang, he opened his eyes wide and said, "Me?"

The more Li Sanniang thought about it, the more she felt that it was a good idea to take her son out: "I can rest assured that I can teach the puppies the business of Jingzhong. He and Zhao Erniang are a couple. If there is something to discuss, you can openly discuss it. You are still young, but you can help me. Many things, not to mention anything else, just depends on the quality of the tofu, is there anyone with sharper eyes than you?"

Her son is very useful.

Mo Wenyuan is small, but he has a lot of worries. He was worried that Li Sanniang, a prostitute, would be out alone, but now that he heard that he could help, he repeatedly agreed: "Sure, next time I will go with you, Auntie."

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Mo Wenyuan is used to planning ahead, so before going to Luoyang, he began to inquire about the price of tofu in Luoyang city, how is the quality, and which store sells the best tofu?

His news comes from natural sources. The monks in the temple like to travel around, and Luoyang has a strong Buddhist atmosphere. Just find a familiar monk.

It just so happened that monk Huikong just came back from Luoyang, and he went to attend a Buddhist exchange meeting. Mo Wenyuan and the little novice asked where he was, and then went to find someone.

Huikong is engraving blocks, now there are special craftsmen responsible for block printing, but as the first engraver, this activity has special significance for him, and he has practiced for years, and the engraving skills are getting better and better. Purely, I do some work for the monastery when I have free time.

He put down the engraving and said, "Are you going to Luoyang?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It's just for a while, Auntie wants to open a restaurant in Luoyang, so I have to go to find out the situation first." He said, "Do you know the price of Luoyang tofu?"

Huikong said: "Luoyang is not far from Beijing, and the price of tofu is similar. As for the quality, I can't taste much, but there are monks from my temple staying in the temple there, so the tofu made should be similar."

Mo Wenyuan nodded. Since there are monks from Xingshan Temple in Luoyang City, there is no need to worry too much.

What he didn't expect was that monk Huikong gave an unexpected reminder, he said: "The corridor between the two capitals is not peaceful, Mr. Mo Xiaolang should be careful when driving."

Mo Wenyuan wondered: "Could it be that there are mountain bandits, or green forest heroes?" He thought that Luoyang is a metropolis close to the capital, how could the saint allow bandits to appear on the way?

Huikong's eyes were a little strange, he said: "The weather is good, the world is peaceful, why are there bandits?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "Then..."

Hui Kong said: "The corridor of the two capitals is a place where spiritual energy gathers. It is very easy to produce spirits and monsters along the way. Most of them are harmless, but Mr. Mo Xiaolang is quite intelligent and full of energy. Maybe he will attract little monsters. On the way Don’t take it lightly.”

Mo Wenyuan turned into a dead fish eye: "Ah."

I'm sorry that Chang'an is too peaceful, and he is always a monk. If Huikong hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that he was in the fantasy Tang Dynasty where there are ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties.

But, goblin.

Thinking of Huikong's description just now, Mo Wenyuan's expression became very serious, and he said, "Master Huikong, do you think I won't be like Master Xuanzang?"

The second monk Hui Kongzhang couldn't figure it out: "How do you compare with Master Xuanzang?"

Mo Wen asked Ai Ai in the future: "It's just that the skin is fragrant and the meat is tender, what do goblins like to eat."

Huikong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The skin is delicious and the meat is tender, who did you hear about it? When did Master Xuanzang have such rumors?"

Mo Wenyuan asked strangely: "No?" He remembered that when he was a child, he watched Journey to the West TV dramas and animations of Journey to the West. They all said that Tang Seng's skin is fragrant and tender, and as long as he eats his meat, he can live forever. Every episode, he will be kidnapped by various monsters.He couldn't believe that he remembered wrongly.

Xuanzang stopped at Daxingshan Temple before he went west to learn scriptures. At that time, monk Huikong was still a young novice, but he was lucky enough to see the real face of Master Xuanzang. He is not a weak and inexperienced person." Until now, there are still legends about him in Daxingshan Temple.

Mo Wenyuan's eyes turned into bead eyes: "Aren't you weak?" He remembered that in Journey to the West, Tang Seng was always the target of rescue. Of course, except for the great sage, other people seem to have no heroes Save the beauty.

Hui Kong said solemnly: "This statement is wrong. How can a person with a weak body be worthy of the important task of traveling west?"

"The road to Tianzhu is far away, and Master Xuanzang has obtained the Bodhisattva's mantra. He has to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, and the hard work he has suffered is far beyond that of ordinary monks. Fortunately, before he went west, he had a reputation for subduing demons and demons. If not, how could he let him go alone?"

Mo Wenyuan thought he heard it wrong: "Subduing demons and eliminating demons? Isn't Master Xuanzang good at scriptures?"

Monk Huikong said: "Master Xuanzang once traveled all over the world. In addition to spreading Buddhism, he also converted many local demons." He showed a dignified smile, but his mental activities were not very serious.I remember that when he was a child, he heard his brothers secretly discussing that as long as it was a temple where Master Xuanzang stayed, there would be a lot of young ladies who came to donate sesame oil money.

Master Xuanzang is handsome, even the shape of his bald head is rounder than others.

Mo Wenyuan raised his hand tremblingly and said, "Duhua is the Duhua I thought of?"

Huikong said: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. If you can use words to convert people, understand them with emotion and reason, then it is naturally words. If you can't, the Zen stick is also very useful."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

My God, the three views have been subverted!

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Until returning home, Mo Wenyuan still couldn’t regain his senses. From Huikong’s words, he outlined the image of a handsome but powerful violent monk. Master Xuanzang seems to be completely different from the appearance in the TV series. Instead, he looks like Journey to the West The one who is handsome and able to fight has left many legends among the people.

Thinking about it, it actually makes sense. It is a long way from Chang'an to Tianzhu, and there are bandits infested. It is normal for monks to have the power to protect themselves.

He grabbed his hair violently: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

It's still hard to accept!How could Tang Seng be able to fight? !

So weird!

Because he was too entangled, Mo Wenyuan decided to cook a table of sumptuous dishes for himself, using delicious food to relieve his worries, not to mention that he and Li Sanniang would leave for Luoyang in two days, and he would not be able to return for half a month after he left. Mo Xiaogou thought of not being able to eat Mo Wenyuan's cooking during this period of time, his eyes were full of tears, even Zhao Erniang stared at him eagerly.

Hey, their appetites are spoiled by the chef!

Cooking was limited by ingredients, so Mo Wenyuan groped in the kitchen for a while and found that there were not many meat dishes. After searching for a long time, he found a few strips of pork skin except pork stuffing, and he had an idea.

Simply use the skin of the meat to make a frozen meat skin, and then wrap it with fried steamed buns to eat.

The fire of the soul of a cook of Shanghai cuisine is burning. As a classic staple food of Shanghai cuisine, Shanghai pan-fried steamed buns are undeniably much easier to cook than those big dishes that need to be fermented from raw materials , Start doing it now, and it will be ready in less than half an hour.

It can not only relive the feeling of being a cook back then, but also reward the heart that has been battered by reality with delicious food, why not do it?

The dough is all fermented, and the meat filling is also prepared by him himself. What Mo Wenyuan really has to deal with is only the skin of the meat. He burns the skin first, cleans up all the remaining hair on it, and then washes it and puts it in boiling water cook.

Cook for about a minute, then fish it out and scrape off the remaining fat.

Mo Xiaogou deliberately passed by the kitchen several times, poking his head and asking, "Da Lang, what are you cooking tonight?"

Mo Wenyuan said without raising his eyebrows: "Fried steamed buns."

Mo Xiaogou wailed: "Why are you steamed buns? Why don't you make some good ones?" It's not that the steamed buns are not delicious, but who asked their family to make steamed cakes to make a living, and the steamed buns can be eaten at any time. Mo Xiaogou lacks enthusiasm for steamed buns.

Mo Wenyuan said: "Raw fried steamed buns are naturally different from ordinary steamed buns, and when did I treat you badly when I was eating? You can rest assured as long as it is made by me."

Mo Xiaogou was soothed by his few words, so he worked with peace of mind.

After cleaning the skin of the meat, put it into the tripod, and throw it down together with the seasoning sachet with oily green onions, pickled peppers, the skin of the meat is constantly rolling in the reddish-brown soup, the skin is full of the soup, and it becomes Similar brown, but this brown is like the caramel at the bottom of the pudding, crystal clear, it makes people full of appetite.

After rolling out the skin of the steamed buns, he took out the skin. The reddish-brown skin quietly crawled on the chopping board, and cut it into small pieces with a knife. When chewing with teeth, its unique toughness and elasticity.

The more you chew, the more fragrant, the more you chew, the more fragrant.

The meat skin and stuffing were wrapped into the thin skin, and Mo Wenyuan put the specially made iron pan on the stove.Grease the bottom of the cauldron, and the white, fat and cute buns are neatly placed on the bottom.The flames surged up, and the steamed buns sticking to the bottom of the pot gradually became charred, and the white bottom showed an attractive orange color. Thin black sesame seeds and emerald green scallions sprinkled on the surface of the steamed buns from top to bottom.

The scent wafted out from the kitchen, not to mention the keen sense of smell like Mo Xiaogou, even Li Sanniang and Zhao Erniang couldn't help but slow down the work in hand.

"What did Dalang do?"

"I heard it's steamed buns."

"Can steamed buns have this fragrance?"

They hurried to the low table and waited for the meal.

Aged vinegar is rippling at the bottom of the bowl, black vinegar, snow-white steamed bun noodles, burnt yellow bottom, black sesame seeds, green green onion, all kinds of colors blend on the retina, converging into a symphony called food.

"Gudong—" the saliva poured out of his tongue uncontrollably.

Mo Wenyuan raised his chopsticks and said, "Eat!"

Only delicious food can soothe his wounded heart!