Datang First Chef

The yard where Chen Weng's and Mo Wenyuan stayed was very close. After the banquet was over, the old and the young still gathered in front of the stage to discuss their cooking experience. Li Sanniang was used to her son's reassurance, and when she saw the branches on the moon, she went back to rest first.

"The amount of arrowroot powder should be less."

"After the gluten is put into the soup, thicken it with soybean flour and put some vinegar in it."

"Put vinegar?"

"Just for an appetizer."

"Reasonable, sour and appetizing."

While the two of them were chatting, there were some rustling voices in the kitchen, and Mo Wenyuan's ears were clear: "What's the voice?"

Chen Weng said: "Maybe it's a Shuo rat." He straightened up, his eagle-like eyes swept around, trying to find where the mouse was. He also likes the kitchen to be clean, but it is in the countryside, and there are criss-crossing field ridges in the south of the house, so it's hard to keep it clean. The field mouse sneaked into the house while people were unaware.

"Squeaky-"

"Squeaky-"

The sound of rats came from all directions, Mo Wenyuan looked up out of the window, saw that the night was vast, with no lights, and the bright moon was covered by dark clouds, he panicked.

A gust of evil wind suddenly blew in through the window, causing the lights to falter, as if they would go out in the next second. Mo Wenyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he took out a pill from his waist pocket.

Chen Weng also felt something was wrong, his face turned pale with a look of surprise, Mo Wenyuan directly reached out and took out the candle from the lampshade, and put sparks on the elixir.The white mist exploded from the pill and dispersed in the room.

Chen Weng said: "What is this?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It's a pill given to me by a monk in Daxingshan Temple. It is said that it can ward off evil spirits and keep demons away from me."

Weng Chen respectfully said, "Da Xingshan Temple, it is said that there are quite a lot of eminent monks, Master Xuanzang practiced in Xingshan Temple for a while before he left."

In the dense fog, the voice of the mouse became weak. Mo Wenyuan looked at the opposite wall, and the shadow of the giant mouse was suddenly projected on the wall.

Chen Weng panicked: "This, this!"

Mo Wenyuan sweated in his heart, and took off the Zen stick from his belt. It was the first time he faced a monster, he was very nervous, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Shuo Shu was very afraid of pills, he didn't dare to approach them at all, but delicious food tempted him all the time, so he sternly asked, "How dare you come out?"

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

How does the monster speak so politely?It's different from what he imagined!

Shuo Shu was more satisfied with Chen Weng's reaction. He shrank his neck and moved back.

The mouse spirit thought that his stalwart body threatened the two of them, and he was complacent: "I am the king of rats under the Taishi Mountain. If you two know each other and come out early, I am short of a second cook..."

Mo Wenyuan took a deep breath and rushed out of the fog circle, holding a pill, and rushed towards the mouse spirit like a death squad. The other party didn't expect the child to be so wild, so he was startled, and quickly retreated, and was hit by the elixir like a thunderbolt. one is right.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Mo Wenyuan clearly brandished the Zen stick like a mace, and hit Shuo Shu's head straight away. The mouse spirit screamed in horror, obviously being beaten badly.

There was too much commotion in the kitchen, which attracted Chen Weng's sons. They vaguely saw a big mouse screaming: "Monster! Monster!"

"Go find the mage!"

"Come here! There are monsters!"

Mo Wenyuan didn't care about those people, and beat them with his Zen stick. He was very strong, and the Zen stick had a Buddha's light on it. Shuoshu was beaten so much that his eyes stared at him, but soon he was unable to struggle, and slowly curled up in the corner. He hummed pitifully, "Don't, don't hit me."

Mo Wenyuan's eyes were fierce, and he used his professional knowledge to the extreme. He muttered: "Chef? I am best at cooking all kinds of meat. I don't know if you have heard of a certain dish."

Shuo Shu: "Hey!"

Mo Wenyuan: "There are tens of thousands of meats, and the vole meat has a unique flavor. You just need to burn it to death, peel off the skin, dig out the abdominal cavity to take out the internal organs, and chop off the paws."

Shuoshu: "???"

Scattered footsteps came from outside the house, and Lu Zhong came together with the young and middle-aged men in the county to help subdue the demon.

Just after entering the door, I heard Mo Wenyuan's sinister voice: "Then chop off the head, cut the meat into pieces, put it in a pot and fry it flat, then add cooking wine sauce and shredded ginger and simmer until cooked, and then add bamboo shoots when the meat is cooked through." Fry back."

"Hey hey hey hey, the rat meat is fat and tender, it's delicious no matter what."

"I see that you are huge, but the meat is very good. Do you want to be steamed, fried or boiled?"

The Zen stick fell on Shuoshu's head, but he didn't dare to cry out for pain. He looked at Mo Wenyuan with teary eyes, folded his hands together and kept curling up: "I, I, I don't taste good, I'm old!"

Mo Wenyuan: "Old and old eat, tender and tender."

Shuo Shujing: "QAQ"

Yaoshou, someone wants to eat monsters!

God he's scary!

Mo Wenyuan saw that Shushu Jing dared not move, so he picked up a hemp rope from a corner and tied him up. During this time, Shushu kept crying and was frightened.

"That, Mr. Mo Xiaolang?"

Suddenly there was a humming sound like a wandering spirit behind him, Mo Wenyuan turned his head, and saw all the middle-aged men headed by Lu Zhong looking at him with strange expressions.

Mo Wenyuan: =口=!

……

The little black sheep also curled up in a corner outside the house and shivered.

Huizhi praised: "As expected of Mr. Mo Xiaolang, he is able to stay calm when encountering spirits and monsters. Although this giant mouse spirit has no skills, the little novice will still be afraid when he first meets him."

Put Mo Wenyuan, who was frightened and cried, turned into a monster.

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa!"

God so is it true that he wanted to eat me last time?The cook is really terrible!

Even gluttony, seeing humans who dare to eat anything, also felt fear.

Huizhi is happy to see the success: "Why don't you go back to Chang'an with me! You are useless here."

The little black sheep trembled, "baa baa baa baa!"

No, I have to save, protect the precious cook!

Huizhi: "..."

The obsession with foodies is also quite scary.

……

Before dawn, the gate of the temple was slammed with a thump.

Buddhism is prevalent in Goushi County, and there are many temples. One of them not only has monks from the famous temple, but also has a reputation for conquering demons. Even Master Xuanzang practiced here when he was young.

Several young men tied up Shuo Jing and sent it directly to the gate of the temple.

The little novice opened the door in response, and was startled when he saw a glowing red torch outside the door.

Chen Weng said loudly: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang has caught a spirit!"

Mo Wenyuan hid behind the crowd, smiling awkwardly. Although he was the one who subdued Shuo Shujing, it always felt weird to be brought up now.

There was a commotion outside the door, and all the monks in the monk's dormitory were alarmed. The abbot brought a group of monks to the door, and saw the big mouse spirit tied up with five flowers, and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha".

In the center of Buddhism, there is sandalwood lingering, and Shuo Shujing, who was already scared out of his wits, became even more frightened.

Chen Weng talked with the abbot about the ins and outs of the matter, and his words revolved around Mo Wenyuan, praising him as unique in the heaven and earth, he was simply a Buddha who was not born in this world, and he was the reincarnation of a god.

Another young man who heard Mo Wenyuan's way of cooking rats boldly said: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang is still planning to cook Shuo rats."

"The elf was too frightened to say anything."

Shuo Shujing trembled even more violently.

This, this, spirit eater? !

Even the way the abbot looked at Mr. Mo Xiaolang was different. Mo Wenyuan shrank his neck and simply hid in the crowd.

Dont look at me!I'm just an ordinary cook!

……

After a night of turmoil, the merchants and Li Sanniang's mother and son hurriedly evacuated. After traveling for half a day, they finally arrived in Luoyang before the sun set.

The horse was galloping so fast that Mo Wenyuan even thought he was a boat drifting in the rough sea, drifting with the current while sitting in the car.Dust passed through the car window and landed on him and Li Sanniang. When they got out of the car, everyone was covered in dust, not to the extent that their clothes were tangled and they were in a state of embarrassment.

Lu Zhong also knew that they had traveled too far, so he went straight to the hotel after entering the city: "It's exhausting, let's all rest tonight."

Mo Wenyuan staggered into the hotel and was about to throw himself on the bed when Li Sanniang grabbed him.

There was a shiny green light in her eyes, she was so fierce that she almost wanted to swallow the child in one gulp.

The night before, she either ran around with the crowd, or stayed in the carriage with others, and she didn't find a chance for the mother and son to be alone, except to check his whole body several times to see if he was injured by spirits , and no other action.

It was only then that Mo Wenyuan realized that Li Sanniang had been too quiet along the way. Hey, it's also because yesterday was too thrilling, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Li Sanniang went down the mountain like a tiger, and hugged Mo Wenyuan tightly in her arms.

Panting, can't breathe!

Everything was said without saying anything, if something happened to him, the seemingly invincible Li Sanniang would definitely be hit hard.

She sighed: "Tomorrow we will go to the ancient temple in Luoyang City to burn incense and worship Buddha. After returning to Chang'an, I will definitely donate more money to Daxingshan Temple!"

After thinking about it, she seemed to have no other more straightforward means other than expressing her gratitude with money. The scriptures had to be copied, and real money had to be spent.

Mo Wenyuan hung his hands in the air and didn't know where to put them. After hesitating for a while, he still put his hands on Li Sanniang's back.

He whispered: "It's okay, I'm fine at all."

Li Sanniang only hugged her son tighter.

……

There are many ancient temples in the city of Luoyang, and the incense of the White Horse Temple is the most prosperous. Mo Wenyuan had inquired before that the abbot of Daxingshan Temple and the abbot of the White Horse Temple had a good relationship. Both of them were royal temples and were inextricably linked.

It is reported that the best tofu in Luoyang City also comes from Baima Temple.

He had already forgotten what happened the day before yesterday, and wanted to taste the tofu from the White Horse Temple, but Li Sanniang was concerned about asking the Buddha to bless her son. Before dawn, the two went to the White Horse Temple together.

The Baima Temple has a history of more than [-] years from the Zhenguan period. Compared with the grandeur of the Daxingshan Temple, the layout of the temple is regular and the appearance is simple.

Its overall layout is well preserved, and the temple system is still the old style of Xiyi Tianzhu when it was first built.

When Mo Wenyuan has nothing to do, he will pick some books related to Buddhist temples in the Sutra Pavilion to read. He has a little understanding of the Tianzhu system in the early years. He probes his head like a tourist. tight.

"I have never seen such an ancient temple when I was in Chang'an." He expressed his emotions with Li Sanniang while walking.

The monks passing by saw his appearance and smiled knowingly, thinking that this little man was walking in the temple, but he showed the look of visiting the flower festival, the spring is thick, and he is eager to try, very cute.

The area of ​​Baima Temple is quite large, there are many treasure halls in the temple, and the incense burner is like chess pieces on a chessboard, densely covered with stars.Li Sanniang was very pious, and took Mo Wenyuan to the Daxiong Hall, respectfully offered three sticks of incense in front of the censer, and then entered the hall, leaving a large amount of money on the low table for sesame oil money.

The monks behind the stage clasped their hands together and chanted Buddha's name.Baima Temple is a famous temple for thousands of years. Luoyang’s aristocratic families and their female relatives often come here to offer incense and donate money. Even compared with them, Li Sanniang’s contribution is not small. The style is not comparable to ordinary people.

He took out an exquisite booklet from under the low table, and Mo Wenyuan noticed sharply that the booklet turned out to be a thread-bound book.

The monk presented it to Li Sanniang, who wondered, "Master, what is this?"

"It's the Lotus Sutra."

Li Sanniang opened the book, and Mo Wenyuan stood on tiptoe behind her to read it. He saw that there were not only densely packed small characters in the pages, but also exquisite illustrations, which looked like a comic book.

"Give me this book?"

The monk smiled slightly: "My Buddha gives books to those who are destined."

Mo Wenyuan has stayed in Daxingshan Temple for many years, and it would be strange if he didn't know what a predestined person means. He suddenly realized that there is VIP service in Baima Temple, as long as it is a big family that donates sesame oil money, it will send exquisite gifts.He selfishly thought that this service policy was very good, and he could raise it with Master Huiyuan after returning to Chang'an to see if they wanted to do something about it.

He lowered his head, and saw a stack of papers on the low table, Mo Wenyuan said: "Master, what is this?"

The monk said: "This gift is for the donor who has the heart of Buddha."

After getting consent, he twisted up a piece of paper and looked at it before his eyes.This is a piece of thin paper printed on the front and back. On the front is a picture of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sitting on a lotus platform. A few lines of words are squeezed in the cramped space, which are passages from the Lotus Sutra, while on the back is the gate of the White Horse Temple. , as long as people passing by the temple can recognize it.

Mo Wenyuan: This, this, this is a small advertisement!

He was stunned by the coquettish operation of the White Horse Temple!

The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism eased a little after Xuanzang traveled westward. It turns out that Buddhism has gained the upper hand.But the temporary victory did not make the monks feel relaxed. On the contrary, they were still happy to absorb new believers and let the sect go deep into the people.

The literacy rate in the Tang Dynasty was not high. Even in Luoyang, Chang’an, there were very few young ladies and gentlemen who had read books. Therefore, pictures are more attractive to the people than scriptures that cannot be understood. The advertising paper of Baima Temple Playing a propaganda role, the Bodhisattva map allows the common people to glimpse the solemn treasures of the gods, and the mountain gate of the White Horse Temple can guide them to the right place.

What a great way!

Mo Wenyuan's business sense is not strong, and the experience accumulated in later generations can be mentioned a little bit, making him realize that it is a wonderful idea to distribute advertisements in this era.

Li Sanniang's eyes were shining brightly, and she asked eagerly, "Master, can you give us a copy?"

The monk was afraid that he had never met a woman who was so interested in a small advertisement, so he immediately handed them the paper and called Amitabha.

Li Sanniang carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms. He and Mo Wenyuan looked at each other, understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.

Small advertisement, very interesting!

……

The east gate of Baima Temple is in the city, and a few steps away from the mountain gate is the downtown area. The monks vacated a hut as a tofu shop, and all the tofu made by the monks in the temple are sold here.

Coincidentally, the person guarding the shop today was a wandering monk who once settled down in Xingshan Temple. Suddenly meeting Mo Wenyuan and Li Sanniang, he opened his mouth wide and said, "Benefactor Li, Mr. Mo Xiaolang!"

Mo Wenyuan grinned and said, "Master Xingkong, long time no see, good job."

Xingkong bowed to the Buddha and said: "Tuomo Xiaolang Junfu, with the skill of making tofu, he will not worry about not being able to get luck anywhere." The monks often do some small business to make ends meet after making alms and chanting scriptures, and some even help temples to reclaim land. farmland.However, anyone can do a small business. Even if you weave straw sandal willow baskets and sell them on the street, you may not be able to sell a few. Tofu is different. People from all over the country are fascinated by it. Even in remote border areas, relying on tofu Craftsmanship can still support oneself. For monks who roam around and live in no fixed place, this craft is really important.

So they are very grateful to Mr. Mo Xiaolang.

Li Sanniang saw that he had a happy conversation with Master Xingkong, she nodded slightly to say hello, and left first. She trusted Mo Wenyuan's eyesight, and she just left it to him to pick and order tofu. Li Sanniang herself still needs to be in the city Run a few laps to see if there are suitable yards and shops.

Mo Wenyuan first said that Sanniang intends to open a restaurant in Luoyang City. Xingkong felt that it was a single big business, and his attitude was more attentive, so he quickly led Mo Wenyuan to see their finished product.

Xing Kongxue made southern tofu, which was smooth and tender, and it was almost the same as what they used in Chang'an City. Mo Wenyuan thought it was reliable, and asked, "Can you go to the mill to have a look?"

Xingkong said: "Please wait a moment, Mr. Xiaolang, I will say hello to the brothers in the White Horse Temple."

The monks in the White Horse Temple saw that the two had a happy conversation, and thought they were old acquaintances from other places. After the starry sky outlined Mo Wenyuan's identity in a few words, they looked at people differently. There were admiration, admiration, and gratitude in their eyes.

The rustling voice reached Mo Wenyuan's ears.

"Is he the tofu boy?"

"Don't lie, he is a Buddhist disciple appointed by Master Huiyuan."

"I heard that he studied under Master Huizhi for a while."

There were two black lines hanging on Mo Wenyuan's cast, what the hell is a tofu boy!

After walking for a while, he couldn't bear it any longer, and asked Xingkong, "What is a tofu boy?"

Xingkong said awkwardly: "Tofu boy, where did you hear about it, Mr. Xiaolang?"

Mo Wenyuan wondered what you were pretending: "Just now I heard the monk refer to me several times, but he was talking about me?"

After Xingkong laughed dryly, he admitted: "That's true. I don't know where the name came from. After leaving Chang'an City, all the places called "Xiao Langjun" by the tofu boy. There are two reasons. One is that Xiao Langjun restored the tofu. The class food area has been popular all over the country, and even the reputation of Xiaolangjun is quite loud."

"Secondly, some people say that Xiao Langjun, the Buddha's son, came down to earth. He has delicate features, and at a young age, he is described as a boy under the seat of a Bodhisattva. That's why he got the title of Tofu Boy."

Mo Wenyuan only thought it was funny, so he took the nickname if he took the nickname, and Tofu Boy is too careless!

……

The mill in Baima Temple is very large and the sanitary conditions are very good. The monks strictly follow the regulations when making tofu. Mo Wenyuan looked at it carefully and nodded. The tofu made here is of high quality.

When he came, he passed by several tofu shops in the city, most of which were not as good as those from the White Horse Temple, and only one or two could be compared with them. There are many wandering monks in the temple who have seen it before, and their familiarity is much higher than that of the small shops on the roadside.

All kinds of reasons made him make a direct decision: "After A Niang's shop opens, I will trouble Master Xingkong."

Xingkong laughed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes: "This year I will be placed in the White Horse Temple. If Donor Li's shop opens, just come to me. Don't be polite."

After negotiating the business, Xingkong asked Mo Wenyuan to stay here for a few days. Mo Wenyuan said that it would be about ten days, and Xingkong introduced to him the famous scenic spots in Luoyang City, as well as the latest fun places.

He said: "Your lord, you came by coincidence. It's the peony season recently, and the flower tour in the east of the city is held grandly. If you have free time, you might as well go and see it."

Mo Wenyuan said: "It is said that Luoyang peony is the best in the world, I will definitely go to see the grand occasion of the peony fair."

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Luoyang City was the ancient capital of several dynasties, and its profound heritage is no worse than that of Chang'an, and its division of regions within the city is also similar to that of Chang'an City.The three parts in the northeast and south are Fangshi, with a total of 103 squares.The three major trade markets of Nanshi, Beishi and Xishi are located in the city.The West Market sells more household items, while the North and South Markets gather some goods from outside the region. However, unlike Chang’an City, there are fewer Hu people here, and most of the Hu people’s goods are sold by Han merchants.

In the Sui Dynasty, Luoyang's business flourished. After the Li and Tang Dynasties established Chang'an as the capital, and the saints vigorously developed Chang'an's business, the market in Luoyang showed a decline.

However, compared to other prefectures, this place is still prosperous and prosperous, especially now that it is the peony season, tourists come from all over the world to gather in Luoyang, literati and poets compete to leave their works, small vendors hawk along the street, and the city is very lively.

It was not the first time for Li Sanniang to come to Luoyang, and she was quick to do things. When she came to the city last time, she had a thorough understanding of the layout of Luoyang City, and also saw a few good shops suitable for opening restaurants.

When she was at home, she made a plan. When she came this time, she would inspect the location of the store for the second time, negotiate with the seller, and take down the store if it was suitable.

She first walked to a shop facing the street, Li Sanniang was the most optimistic about this shop, the shop was combined with a small courtyard.Next to the street is a spacious shop, which is comparable in size to the comprehensive canteen they opened in Chang'an City, with multiple windows that can be dug out. If it starts to open, it will sell steamed buns, tofu curds, and semi-finished soy products.

The shop is connected to the courtyard, where the owner built a mill. Judging by its appearance, it has been built for at most two years. Even the stone mill exudes a "new taste".

Li Sanniang was moved after seeing it for the first time. How could there be such a good shop?She couldn't walk at a glance!

When she went to the store this time, she felt as if she had fifteen buckets to fetch water in her heart, and she was up and down. For a while, she thought that such a good yard must have been bought long ago; The businessmen who wanted to come to the door were so frightened that they turned pale and ran away.

She almost laughed out loud at the thought.

What Li Sanniang didn't expect was that not only was the yard she was looking for not sold, but even the restaurant on the left was emptied.

Li Sanniang felt very strange, and asked the old woman next door who was sitting on a small stool to choose vegetables: "What's so strange here? Last time I came here, I didn't see anyone depressed and selfish."

The old woman she asked seemed to have endless choices. The last time Li Sanniang saw her doing the same job in the same place.

The old woman raised her head and squinted her eyes, trying to see her appearance clearly and said, "Madam, do you want to buy a yard?"

Li Sanniang just smiled and said: "I have a little plan, this time I will investigate first before making a decision."

The old woman said slowly: "Miss, you don't know something. The old woman has a little friendship with the old man in the opposite house. What's more, I choose dishes here, so I know a little about their family."

"Even if the owner of an ordinary house moves, he has to find a new home to discuss business before leaving. His house is different. After the accident, the owner dared not go back to the house. He found a new residence early and moved in. He didn't want to stay here for a moment. Stay."

Li Sanniang said: "What happened?"

The old woman said mysteriously: "It is said that there are ghosts haunting, and Wanguan's family property has been swallowed up by him."

"So cruel? I thought that because of the prevalence of Buddhism in this place, and the presence of the White Horse Temple, the spirits would not dare to show up easily."

"No, no, the more outstanding people there are, the more spirits and monsters there will be. However, there are not many monsters in the city. Most of them have gone to counties and counties with few monks after transforming. Those who can wreak havoc and escape completely , this year is still together."

After listening to the old woman's description, Li Sanniang felt withdrawn, even if she didn't dare to live in the yard where the monster once appeared, what would happen if the monster came again, but she noticed that the other party said that the people who lived here before just moved to another place , so I asked one more question: "What kind of monster is harming people here? Is the original owner okay?"

The old woman said: "The original owner is fine, that monster doesn't eat people, I only heard that after entering and leaving the kitchen, as long as there is something to eat, he will eat as much as he can. The restaurant next door and the owner's food storage have all been swept away."

"Later, a monk came to see it and said it was a Shuoshu."

Big mouse?

Li Sanniang couldn't help raising her eyebrows, her heart was agitated, she couldn't be the rat who threatened her son to have the scriptures stripped, cut up pieces of fried meat, right? !

……

Mo Wenyuan walked unsteadily on the street. When he first arrived in Luoyang, he was very touristy. He watched as he walked, vowing to take in all the scenery here.

Monk Xingkong was right. It was the fourth month of the lunar calendar, peonies were in full bloom, and there were many tourists on the street. He even saw groups of men with hairpin flowers in groups.

With Mo Wenyuan's aesthetics, he doesn't really understand what it means for a man to wear flowers on his head, not to mention the bright color of peonies and the large flower plate.

He deeply felt that only beauties like Li Sanniang would look good wearing flowers, and wearing them would only make them even uglier.

Thinking of this, Mo Wenyuan sighed again.My mother-in-law is as beautiful as a flower, and wearing flowers can show her beauty even more. However, Li Sanniang is obsessed with business, and her daily dress is mostly simple and elegant.

Mo Wenyuan had a whim, why not buy flowers for Auntie to wear?

The really beautiful peonies are all in garden parties at this time, or they are hidden deep in the courtyards of aristocratic families, and only a few people can enjoy them.

He made a fool of himself, thinking that since he bought it to express his feelings for Li Sanniang, he should buy the best one, so instead of taking a quick look at the flowers, he walked slowly and repeatedly compared which peony was better.

Although Mo Wenyuan is a cook, he has a good understanding of flowers, of course not because he likes flowers, but because Chinese people can eat anything, even flowers can be made into tea and vegetables.

In his previous life, he also participated in the Peony Flower Festival in Luoyang. The organizer first took the delegation members to see all kinds of flowers, including potted plants and greenhouses.The corolla has different shapes, single petal type, lotus type, chrysanthemum type, rose type...

He didn't remember the difference between the various models at first, but after the organizer arranged for them to have a peony banquet, he did a lot of research.

No way, the peony is gorgeous in color, nourishes the blood and nourishes the liver, dispels depression and removes blood stasis, and can also beautify, increase blood color and reduce chloasma. It is a good material for medicinal food and decorative dishes. A developing cook will never let it go.

After half a year of research in his spare time, he has become a half-expert.

"Santiao Jiumo flower season, thousands of horses are involved to see peonies", there are stalls set up by flower farmers on both sides of the street, some carry flowers on shoulder poles and come to sell them, while others set up temporary flower stands, with potted plants clustered on wooden stands, Let the tourists enjoy it.Mo Wenyuan saw the experience, the better the flowers, the more onlookers.

One of them was different from the other ones. The flower stand was surrounded by people, and people squeezed into the inner circle, like sardines surrounded by canned food.The head with a flower arrangement on the back of the head is particularly obvious, and many fashionable scholars are also crowded in the crowd.

When Mo Wenyuan saw a scholar's head, he knew something was wrong. He gave full play to the subjective initiative of the child's figure, and sneaked into the crowd every now and then, getting to the forefront from time to time.He tried his best to pull his head out from between the two adults, and looked up at the flower stand.

"Wow--"

Even he couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration, black peonies, white peonies, red peonies, all kinds of flowers are clustered together, and the petals are slender, competing for beauty.

There is a red peony at the top, the flower disc has a large outline, and the color of the petals is progressive. The outermost layer is almost white, and the inner part turns into a light light pink.A total of 11 peonies of different sizes bloomed on this plant. Compared with the others on the flower stand, it can be called the king of peonies.

He heard the people around him exclaim: "This flower is also made to be placed in the garden party."

The peony flower fair brought together the most precious and famous products in Luoyang City. It not only showed the beauty of flowers to tourists, but also accepted bidding. There were even literati inscriptions on the stones in the garden fair, showing their poetic talents.

Needless to say, literati who grow flowers, even flower farmers are more willing to move peonies to flower fairs. With the blessing of literati reputation, the selling price will be better.

When a famous lady with good appearance appears on the street, it will attract everyone's attention.

After careful consideration, the scholars around Mo Wenyuan said loudly: "Peony flowers have many uses. They can be enjoyed and painted. The peony flower paintings are beautiful. Hanging them in the room and looking up at the paintings is like being in a garden party. It seems to be able to smell its fragrance."

Others laughed and said: "This use has already been said by others."

The scholar blushed and stopped talking.

Seeing the novelty of this scene, Mo Wenyuan asked the old man who was watching the excitement with great interest: "Dare to ask the old man, why do you talk about the use of peonies?"

The old man replied enthusiastically: "I don't know, Mr. Wang, the owner of this flower is Mr. Wang's family. He is not short of money on weekdays. He spends his time raising the peonies on the flower stand. He has brought the flowers to the street these days for literati. The poet admired it, and said that if someone can tell the use of the novel peony flower, he will give the king of flowers to this person."

Mo Wenyuan's eyes lit up: "King of Flowers is the red peony with eleven flowers."

The old man nodded and said, "Exactly."

He was gearing up, eager to try, and raised his hand after organizing the language, like a good student waiting to speak in class.

Wang Jialang's name is Wang Wei. He looks like a fashionable young man from a family. He wears big sleeves, has flowers on the back of his head, and wears Xie Gong clogs on his feet. He has the demeanor of a Wei and Jin celebrity.

He leaned beside the flower stand, feeling bored, saw Mo Wenyuan raised his hand and said, "Mr. Xiaolang has something to say again."

Mo Wenyuan showed his white teeth: "The purpose of peony is to eat."

As soon as this remark came out, the literati who just said that it could be painted were dismissive. If Mo Wenyuan was not young, he would have opened his mouth.

There were titters from the crowd, and there were whispers such as "cows chewing peonies", "how can flowers be eaten", "violent waste of things", etc.

Mr. Wang's family said unhurriedly: "How to eat?"

""Shen Nong's Materia Medica" has a saying: Peony is bitter and cold, and it can eliminate symptoms and cure carbuncle wounds. After drying, people eat it, and it can easily prolong life."

"The scent of the dried petals soaked in water is fresh and tangy, and the sweetness is the first thing to taste. Take the flower dew, add fruit to ferment, and then put it into precipitation for seven days to get the peony flower dew wine."

"After the petals are washed, they can also be mixed with sesame seeds and fried. When the smell of burnt aroma comes out, take them out of the pan and serve with honey, which is sweet and pleasant."

"It can also be stewed with meat to make peony flower pork slices, but the meat must be pork that has been squashed, so as to ensure that the meat is fragrant, fat and thin, and has no fishy smell. Then marinate the meat in peony flower wine for a few minutes. Moment, pour it into the pot, stir-fry with the fresh flower petals and vegetable oil, pour the flower wine of the marinated meat into the pot, wait until the meat is fried until golden, and then collect the juice with a low fire. Tsk tsk tsk."

"hiss--"

From nowhere came the sound of drooling, not to mention the common people who joined in the fun, even the self-confident Mr. Lang Jun, who said that the cow chewed peonies just now, was full of saliva, and the saliva almost leaked out.

Wang Wei looked at Mo Wenyuan with eager eyes: "Mr. Xiao Lang, do you know the Pao Ding who can cook peony dishes?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "If you don't mind, sir, I can give it a try." In order to avoid everyone's doubts, he added, "It takes two months to brew peony wine. If you use ordinary wine, although it is a little different, you can still taste it. "

"I can afford the meat money, the money and the wine money, as long as Mr. Xiao can comment."

"If you do well, can you give me this name?"

Seeing his calm demeanor and eloquent speech, it was difficult for everyone to treat him as a child. They also heard that he was willing to bear the expenses by himself. As long as Wang Wei commented after eating, they guessed that he had some real skills, and he was bound to win against Kao.

Wang Wei slapped his thigh and thought that he had set up the stall right this time, and he had never encountered such an interesting thing before, so he readily agreed: "You don't have to worry about money for wine and meat, Mr. Xiaolang, if you need to tell me, I'll send it to you." People buy it."

"The peony pork slices can be made now, but do you need me to cut a flower king to serve?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "Ordinary peonies are fine, but cooking with Mingshu is a real peony chewing."

The students in the crowd couldn't help but blush when they heard this, their whispers were all heard by Mr. Xiao Lang.

Wang Wei said, "When will the dishes be ready?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It can be done now."

……

After Li Sanniang inquired about Shuoshu, she went to the hotel, but saw people around her speeding up and passing behind her several times.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I heard that Mr. Xiao Lang made a bet with Mr. Wang's family to use peonies in his dishes."

"Peony can still cook?"

"I don't know, let's go quickly, you will know after reading."

"That little man looks like he is only eight or nine years old, but his appearance is beautiful, just like a fairy boy under the seat of Avalokitesvara."

"really?"

Li Sanniang: emmmmmmmmm

Why does she sound like something her family boss did!