Datang First Chef

Mo Wenyuan knelt devoutly on the futon in front of the Bodhisattva. He was respectful, with his hands on his knees, his back as straight as a pine and cypress. The monks who have practiced for many years in the temple are nothing more than this: "What is the Bodhisattva looking for disciples?"

He has stayed in Daxingshan Temple for many years, he is not a monk, but he has also become a half-Buddhist disciple. In addition, many monks in the same temple have the ceremonies of master and apprentice, so he can never find fault with Bodhisattvas who claim to be disciples.Mo Wenyuan didn't dare to look up at the bodhisattva's compassionate face at this time, otherwise he would be able to see him smiling happily, as if seeing the well-growing cabbage in his own field.

"I'm looking for you today for something."

"Bodhisattva, please tell me."

"The black sheep in your room is the divine beast that I take care of on my behalf. This beast has a gentle temperament. If it does not violate him, it will never hurt others. It is a gentle beast that understands human nature." When he said this, the expression of the Bodhisattva remained unchanged, as if He looked like a peerless fool, if any god who knew the identity of the little black sheep was here, he would definitely curse at him.It's really shameless, even if this Taotie is an anorexic patient, it's not easy to get along with, if you describe him as a beast like Bai Ze, won't your conscience ache?

Bodhisattva: No way XD.

When Mo Wenyuan heard it, although he felt a little problematic, he was in awe of the little black sheep. It really wasn't a spirit monster but a divine beast!

"There is no big problem with this black sheep. The only problem is that he has a tight mouth. When he should grow his body, he doesn't want to eat more, so he is still so thin."

"I heard that you are good at cooking, Mr. Mo Xiaolang. He specially asked you to beg for food. I saw that he was finally able to eat, so I made a merciless request. Dare to ask Mr. Mo Xiaolang if he can take him in and raise him up. Just ask the black sheep for it."

How could Mo Wenyuan not agree?Even if the Bodhisattva didn't come, he was ready to take in the little black sheep. Now Tuomeng just walked the bright road and made him feel more at ease.

He originally thought that the Bodhisattva had finished speaking, and was about to make a promise, when he heard the Bodhisattva say: "Besides, I often hear my name called by my name in the heavenly realm, and he talks about me like eating."

Mo Wenyuan broke out in cold sweat, covering his forehead.

The Bodhisattva sighed quietly: "It's all right to borrow my name, why don't you see that Lang enshrines those food in front of my Buddha?"

what? !

Just as Mo Wenyuan was about to say something, the clouds surrounding his body suddenly dissipated, and he fell from the clouds to the mortal world, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Wake up time.

He leapt up from the couch, the little black sheep curled its limbs and hovered on the ground, breathing evenly, still in sleep, and snoring in sleep, its melodious sound, like singing, was fascinating.

The voice was long and immature, after listening to it, Mo Wenyuan thought of the sound of baa-baa-baa, and thinking about what the Bodhisattva said, he wondered if the little black sheep is auspicious like Qilin and Bai Ze?But regardless of who he is, the miraculous day left a deep imprint on Mo Wenyuan's heart. He began to figure out why he would explain the origin of the little black sheep to Mo Xiaogou and others tomorrow. As a sheep owner, take it with you for food and drink!

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The season has entered autumn, and the north wind is blowing. It is cold day by day. When you go outside, you can feel the chill.Even the industrious ancients delayed getting up when the temperature turned cold, wanting to stay in the warm blanket for a while.

Mo Wenyuan has no such habit, and practicing martial arts with monks has many advantages. One is that he is physically strong, and his hands and feet are always moist and warm. For him, there is not much difference between the inside and outside of the bed, and he does not have trouble getting up.The precise biological clock allowed him to open his eyes when there was no light in the sky, put on his clothes and go to bed, and the little black sheep heard the movement with his ears and opened his eyes.

Then he found that Mo Wenyuan looked at him with loving eyes.

"You are actually a divine beast under the seat of the Bodhisattva?"

"Amazing."

The little black sheep was furious: "Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

He slandered me!Who am I, how could I be willing to degenerate and become a divine beast under his seat? !

Mo Wenyuan: "All right, all right, what do you want to eat this morning?"

Gourmets are different from ordinary people. Most people have difficulty in choosing. "What to eat in the morning" and "What to eat in the evening" are century-old problems. When there is a cook, they often give the right to choose directly to the cook: "What to eat Anything is fine." The little black sheep is different, there is no diner who is more worry-free than him, and he ordered a large table of dishes with his mouth open and closed.

He knows what ingredients are in the back kitchen, and what kind of delicacies those ingredients can be transformed into. He even told the cook how to cook, just waiting for him to use it.

Very reassuring.

Mo Wenyuan received the "imperial decree" and entered the kitchen. Before cooking a few dishes, he heard Mo Xiaogou's footsteps.There are only a few people living in the family, and his steps are heavier than Zhao Erniang's, and his strides are also longer.Hearing it again, Zhao Erniang actually came behind him.

He was very surprised. In the past, the two of them had to wait for him to finish their breakfast before they could get up with the aroma. Why did they wake up so early today?

"Da Lang Da Lang, I dreamed last night and saw a Bodhisattva." Just after entering the door, Mo Xiaogou's words surprised him, Bodhisattva entrusted his dream?

"He said that the divine beast under his seat was thrown into the mortal world, and he asked me to take care of it for him. He also said that the divine beast looked like a little black sheep. Could it be that we ate it yesterday?" Mo Xiaogou was very terrified, so his crime would be serious!

"No, no, no, no, no, the god that the Bodhisattva said is in my room, he stepped on the moon, spent a lot of magic power from the nine heavens, his stomach is empty, and he is very hungry, so I will cook him something to eat. "After staying with the monk for a long time, Mo Wenyuan's level of deception has also been greatly improved, and all kinds of jokes come at his fingertips.

He lamented that the Bodhisattva is worthy of being a Bodhisattva, and he was so thoughtful that he even dreamed about his family members, which saved him the process of making up reasons.

Zhao Erniang said: "Can I watch the beast?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It's in my room, after I finish eating and take him out of the room, you can see it."

Mo Xiaogou was shocked: "This, how did this happen?!"

Thinking of the scene of the little black sheep eating happily with its head buried in the food bowl yesterday, Mo Wenyuan lost his sense of awe. He said, "Why can't it be done?"

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The little black sheep was treated as a guest of honor when he first arrived at home. If Mo Wenyuan didn't stop him, and he really didn't look like a saint's mount, Mo Xiaogou and the others might bow down and worship him.

After breakfast, the lamb wandered around in the yard, as if looking at his territory.

Mo Wenyuan didn't have time to greet him, as long as he thought of the last faint sigh of the Bodhisattva in his dream, he would sit like needles and feel like a year, wishing he could quickly make a table to offer to the Bodhisattva.Hey, he has used his name for many years, but he has not done him any favors. Thinking about it carefully, he feels that he is extremely unkind!This time, we must try our best to make a meal that satisfies the Bodhisattva.

The monks in the Tang Dynasty did not eat meat, and the bodhisattvas did not eat meat, so he prepared offerings according to Buddhist standards.The little black sheep walked around the runway and "baa baa baa baa" beside Mo Wenyuan.

What are you going to cook?

Mo Wenyuan didn't explain too much, just said: "It's an offering to the Bodhisattva." His mind was based on the relationship between the two, and he should have an understanding of the Bodhisattva's taste, so he said, "Do you know what the Bodhisattva likes to eat?"

The little black sheep blows air through its nose: an offering to the Bodhisattva?He has been bigu for many years, even giving him farts is delicious, and he can do whatever he wants.

Hearing what he said, Mo Wenyuan knew it would not be useful, so he could only figure it out for himself. Almond tofu, grilled bran and common tofu dishes were to be served. Besides, he kneaded dough to make some pancakes, but besides these To do other things, only special food can show his sincerity.

Well, Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Bodhisattva...

Buddhism, Buddhism, Buddhism, Buddhism, Buddhism...

He was holding a kitchen knife, and the seemingly bulky knife was flying up and down in his hand. Mo Wenyuan's thoughts were empty, and his eyes were out of focus.Suddenly, he seemed to see the Water Margin people in "Shijie Wen", and a spark of genius flashed in his mind.Since it is offered to Bodhisattvas, what dish is better than Buddha jumping over the wall?

Buddha Tiaoqiang, also known as Mantanxiang, can be seen in modern restaurants as long as they are of a higher grade. Mo Wenyuan still remembers the content of his exam back then, what is "Buddha Tiaoqiang is rich in nutrition, can promote development, can beautify, Supplementing collagen, delaying aging, and enhancing immunity are tonics suitable for all ages."

It can be used in textbooks, and the weight of this dish is self-evident.

There is also a little legend about the name of Buddha Tiaoqiang. This dish was developed during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. It is very famous in the local area. A certain literati ordered this dish, opened the lid, and the aroma was overflowing. Some literati were fascinated and chanted poems. Said: "The fragrance of meat from the altar floats around, and the Buddha jumps over the wall when he hears of abandoning Zen."

In order to eat it, I don't even practice Zen. You can imagine how good it tastes.

But of course Mo Wenyuan would not seek death and enshrine meat dishes in front of the Bodhisattva.Buddha jumping over the wall has been handed down to this day, and there are thousands of ways to do it. According to different regions, local people have different tastes, and even different types of vegetables, and the ingredients are often transferred. Mo Wenyuan once saw an example of using vegetarian vegetables to make Buddha jumping over the wall.

It stands to reason that what Buddha jumps over the wall wants is the fragrance of meat, and vegetarian dishes will lose their essence, but since there is "vegetarian meat" in the world, why is there no vegetarian Buddha jumps over the wall?

He is gearing up, intending to give full play to the deliciousness of vegetarian dishes, so that they can bloom with a charming aroma that is not inferior to meat dishes!

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The Bodhisattva often walks in the human world as an incarnation, and knows exactly what happened in Chang'an.In order to deal with the whereabouts of Taotie, he not only entrusted Mo Wenyuan's family with a dream, but also entrusted the abbot of Daxingshan Temple with a dream, saying that the beast was attracted by Mo Xiaolang's talent in cooking and would guard him by his side.

The abbot heard the words, and thought that Mr. Mo Xiaolang was really a Buddhist disciple among the Buddhist disciples. It is really extraordinary that even the gods and beasts are willing to accompany him.

None of the above is the main point, but at the end, the Bodhisattva told the abbot with a solemn and precious face: "If Mr. Mo Xiaolang has an offering to offer to me, don't stop him, just let him go!"

After hearing this, the abbot of course said yes, but he was also puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, what kind of offerings would Mr. Mo Xiaolang make, and the Bodhisattva ordered him to tell him, could it be a Buddhist treasure or a scripture he discovered by accident?

Before he could figure it out, he heard Monk Huiyuan came to the door, saying that Mo Wenyuan wanted to borrow the chef to cook delicious food and offer it to the Bodhisattva, to see if he would agree.

Huiyuan didn't really want to agree to Mo Wenyuan's request: "We are indulged in the food cooked by Mr. Mo Xiaolang, which is already a manifestation of the uncleanness of the six senses. Buddhists focus on cultivating their minds, how can they covet delicious food in the world?" The level of the Bodhisattva is higher than that of these monks, and it is said that the gods of the heavens have already reached the realm of bigu and do not need to eat. Mo Wenyuan's intentions are good, but it is a bit inappropriate for the Bodhisattva.

What he didn't expect was that the abbot heard Mo Wenyuan's needs and readily agreed: "Good."

Huiyuan: "???" What's the situation?

The abbot said earnestly: "Don't pursue this matter too much. Mr. Mo Xiaolang must have been ordered by the Bodhisattva to do this. Otherwise, with his nature, how could he not have thought of this?"

Huiyuan listened to the words of the abbot, how could he not have imagined that Mo Wenyuan got the entrusted dream, and it was a bodhisattva coveting the delicacies in the world, so he immediately closed his eyes and called the Buddha's name, and stopped talking.

Hey, I didn't expect you to be such a Bodhisattva!

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The little black sheep is like a pet, he will follow Mo Wen wherever he goes.Mo Wenyuan also specially carved a wooden sign with the word "Mo" written on it, and tied it around his neck with holes punched. The little black sheep got this nameplate, like a treasure, and raised its neck when going out, trying to attract the attention of passers-by , Let them notice that they are also masters!

There is no pride of a big beast at all!

This time when Mo Wenyuan went to Daxingshan Temple, he also followed. Mo Wenyuan rode on the back of the donkey, with large and small wooden frames hanging on both sides of the donkey, which were filled with the ingredients used this time, while the little black sheep followed Beside the donkey, he kicked his limbs and walked like flying.

He was also vaguely hostile to the tall donkey, thinking that when he grew up, it would be no problem to carry Mo Xiaoyuan's food, so there would be no room for a stupid donkey to play!

The donkey had wild instincts. Being stared at by Taotie, he felt uneasy. After snorting several times, the donkey moved faster and faster, almost ran wildly, and even swung the lamb's legs faster with the little black sheep. Sitting on the back of the donkey, Mo Wenyuan was surprised: The donkey is really excited today.

After he entered the mountain gate, young novice monks and monks who got along well all rushed forward. They all heard that Mo Wenyuan was going to have a big banquet to worship the Bodhisattva, and they all wanted to inquire about the menu.

The offerings in Buddhism are only offered for one day, and the dishes will be changed the next day. The tributes of the Obon Festival have entered their stomachs after the festival, let alone the dishes on weekdays. To be taken down, now that the weather is getting colder, most of the vegetarian meals can be kept for two to three days, and when the main dishes are removed from the heat tomorrow, they will be delicious again.

Where are they looking for tributes? They are clearly looking for tomorrow's menu.

"Steamed pancakes, steamed buns and Houtou must be indispensable. In addition, there are almond tofu, spring onion tofu, dry roasted vegetarian goose..."

Every time he reported a dish, the halazi hanging on the monk's mouth grew an inch, and at the end of the report, he drool on the ground, and there was no time to wipe it off.

Mo Wenyuan also blinked mysteriously and said: "There is another dish, I won't talk about it first, you will know it when you smell it." He hooked his fingers to signal everyone to listen, "That is a top dish."

Big dishes, top notch!When the two words are superimposed, the monks are in awe.

He left suspense, and began to care about the familiar monks in the temple. After finally figuring out the perfect recipe for Sufojumping, he naturally wanted to share it with his friends and masters: "Are Zen Master Huikong, Master Huiyuan, and Master Huizhi here? "

"Master Huizhi is not here, but the others are."

It's a pity Mo Wenyuan, Master Huizhi can't eat good food!

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Hoto, also known as soup cakes, refers to modern boiled noodles or noodles, which was very popular in the Tang Dynasty.In addition to the usual hot noodle soup, cold noodles are also popular.Cold noodles are also known as "Lengtao", and there are various designs and varieties. Mo Wenyuan has eaten cold noodles with shredded reeds, locust leaves, and soy flour. wait.

What he wants to make today is the buckwheat cold noodles that are very popular in Korea, Japan and other places in the future.

Buckwheat noodles are bought in Xishi. People in Shaanxi grow a large amount of buckwheat and sell them to Chang’an. Many people like to eat Houtou made from buckwheat noodles. Soup cake stalls also sell buckwheat noodle Houtou.

Mo Wenyuan rolled up his sleeves, mixed buckwheat noodles with water, and kneaded them vigorously. The strength he gained from practicing martial arts was all used in cooking. The dough was kneaded into different shapes by his hands like plasticine.

In order to keep clean and hygienic, the little black sheep is not allowed to appear in front of the hall, but his eyesight is far better than that of humans, and he can see Mo Wenyuan's movements across the yard and smell the buckwheat noodles. Mo Wenyuan is afraid when kneading noodles. The juice of mulberry tree or other leaves is added, the dough exudes a faint fragrance, and the fragrance is combined with buckwheat. Just smelling it makes the mind clear, and the lungs are full of the fragrance of green grass and green leaves.

He is a lamb who loves to eat meat, but suddenly he feels the goodness of being a vegetarian.

There are two tripods on the stove, one of which is hung with high soup, hericium erinaceus, small vegetable seedlings, yellow sprouts, heart kelp, and various vegetables are mixed in the soup, and spices are added when the fire is over, and the aroma is tangy.

He made the pulled buckwheat noodles boil in a cauldron. He pulled the noodles in the same way as pulling noodles. The noodles are picked up and submerged directly in cold water. The stretched noodles float in the water. The high temperature cooks their texture until they are soft, and the momentary plunge into cold water will restore their subtle firmness.

Just thinking of the chewy texture of buckwheat noodles makes Little Black Sheep salivate, wishing he could rush into the kitchen to eat.

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The monks of Xingshan Temple jumped repeatedly between happiness and pain.

Pain is certain, Mr. Mo Xiaolang borrowed them to cook in front of the hall, and the fragrance wafted all over the place, arousing gluttons, but they couldn't eat it for the time being, they could only smell the smell and sigh, suffering abnormally.

They are in great pain. Is this the test of my Buddha?His mouth and nose are filled with the aroma of tempting food, and he can even see its color when he goes to chant sutras under the seat of a Bodhisattva, but he cannot eat it!

There is also the idea of ​​stealing food from the unsteady mind of the Buddha. The old monk in Naihe Temple has long guessed that some of them must not abide by the rules and regulations, and walk around in place holding the magic pestle, and from time to time glanced at their eyes with sharp eagle-like eyes. face, so that other monks dare not act rashly.

That's the Demon Subduing Pestle!

Using sticks that physically transform demons and goblins to warn them, won't conscience hurt?

The monk can't, he can only comfort himself with happy things, just wait for one day, just wait for one day to eat!hold onto!

When Mo Wenyuan pushed the trolley in, he was taken aback by the dark heads in the hall. He said to Master Huiyuan, "Why are there so many people?" Just a few people kneeling on the futon in the yard is enough.

He counted, there may not be a hundred or eighty people in the courtyard now, and most of the young monks in the temple are here.

Huiyuan: "Hehe, no matter what they do, they are all looking for troubles and their Buddha's mind is unstable." Knowing that they will not be able to eat, there is still a glimmer of hope. If they want to stay here and wait for dinner tomorrow, it is not asking for troubles. ?

"Do what you have to do and don't pay attention to them."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

Great!

Five small clay pots were placed on the trolley, and the lids on the top of the jars were tightly covered, and the fresh aroma of the dishes could only be transmitted through the small air hole in the center of the lids.The soup in the clay pot is still boiling, and the sound of "puchi" and "puchi" can be heard when you get close, and the air wave can almost knock the lid over.

The monks sat on the left and right sides of the main hall, leaving Mo Wenyuan an aisle that could be used by one person. He walked forward frankly, pushing the cart through the world, without squinting, and focused on the Bodhisattva. The big change, the eyes widened, the eyes were about to crack, the mouth opened into a round "O" shape, and the cheeks were deeply sunken.

Give the fragrance to force people to be neither human nor ghost.

The little novice with the weakest concentration stretched out his hand hopelessly, and a voice of longing came out of his throat: "Let me take a bite, just take a bite." The stiff, weak, trembling, desperate, and desolate, everyone who heard it felt scalp numb, Lower your eyebrows and lower your eyes, Amitabha.

This is the sound that can shake people's souls!

Mo Wenyuan arranged the small clay pots in front of the Buddha, lifted the lids, and the smoke, rising straight like cooking smoke, suddenly spread around, and the indescribable meaty aroma exploded suddenly.

Mr. Mo Xiaolang regarded the Bodhisattva as his diner, knelt on the futon and muttered: "This dish is called Buddha Jumping the Wall, and there are many allusions to the name of the dish, so I won't repeat them here."

"Although the aroma is meaty, no trace of meat is used in the production process. All vegetables, melons, eggplants, tofu and vegetarian meat are cooked."

"Bodhisattva please rest assured."

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The reason why a big dish is a big dish is not only because the name of the dish is famous and the raw materials are expensive, but also because it is time-consuming and labor-intensive to make, and only the most skilled chefs can make it.

Like Buddha jumping over the wall, even if Mo Wenyuan gave his recipe and method to his apprentices without reservation, they could not restore it. It took Mo Wenyuan nearly five hours to prepare the dishes, and ordinary chefs did not have his concentration.

The clay pot for cooking was brought from home by him. He brewed vegetarian wine first, and when the wine was poured out, the smell of the wine lingered. As for the wine, he didn't add any wine, he just used the wine tank, so it shouldn't be a problem.

The vegetarian broth used as the soup base is boiled in the temple in the morning. It has several more ingredients than the cold noodle soup base, and a little bit of sugar is sprinkled. It is simmered on medium heat for an hour and a half, and the soup base becomes The clear amber color, Mo Wenyuan looked at it, looked very much like the top-grade sake that Tang people pursued. The liquid was clear and exuded a light umami.

Needless to say, the dishes, such as vegetarian goose, baby vegetables, crispy bamboo shoots, Hericium erinaceus, taro, etc., can be fried or boiled or deep-fried. After cooking, put them into the earthen pot layer by layer, add soup, and seal the small opening with the leaves of the locust tree. Put it on the stove and simmer slowly. When the time is almost up, take the cart and send it directly to the Bodhisattva——

Mo Wenyuan muttered something in his mouth: I hope the Bodhisattva can understand his repentance, and don't care about pouring out deceitful things in his name. This dish contains his heart to the Buddha, please forgive me.

I don't know if his heart was too sincere, but not long after the lid was lifted, a miracle appeared!

There are only two front and back doors in the hall, and the windows are closed. On weekdays, monks are reciting Buddhist scriptures in the hall. Not to mention small print scriptures?

However, when everyone was fully engaged in the activity of inhaling the aroma, the dark golden layer around the Bodhisattva burst out a strong light, the light was golden, so brilliant that it was so dazzling that Mo Wenyuan had to raise his hand to cover his own eyes. The eyes, even if it is the light reflected from the hot summer sun directly on the surface of the gold nugget, are not as gorgeous as this time.

The dim interior of the treasure hall was fully illuminated, the light did not spread out, but gathered into a thick beam of light, piercing directly into the clouds, into the sky.Pedestrians on the street, officials working in the palace, monks who believed in Buddhism... Everyone in Chang'an City saw this light, and those who believed in their hearts immediately knelt down, pressed their foreheads tightly to the ground, and muttered words.

This scene is different from the "auspicious auspiciousness" transmitted by documents from remote areas. It is a miracle that really appeared under the nose. The last time this happened was Master Xuanzang praying for rain. Sprouts, dead trees in spring, absolutely cannot be done by manpower.

It's the same this time.

The little Taotie, who was working hard, also saw the Buddha's light, raised his head, and hummed dismissively.

Sure enough, it's a country fairy who made such a big commotion after seeing this little bit of delicious food, it's too earthy!

He shook his head, thinking that the food he had eaten cooked by Mr. Mo Xiaolang cost hundreds if not a thousand, and he had never been so excited before, it can be said that he was very foreign!

The golden light dissipated, and everyone in the hall opened their eyes, only to see that the full countertop had become empty, and all the offerings sent by Mr. Mo Xiaolang were not swept away, not even the tableware was left behind.

Huiyuan's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately put his hands together and called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha——"

The monks woke up like a dream: "Amitabha——"

There were a few young monks among them, and they couldn't control their expressions very well. When they chanted the Buddha's name, their faces were full of grief and indignation: After waiting for a day of delicious food, they flew away!

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Mount Putuo, purple bamboo forest.

Putuo Mountain is deep and densely forested, beautiful scenery, purple bamboo everywhere, streams gurgling through the bamboo branches, in the middle of the bamboo forest, the breeze is blowing, only hunting leaves can be seen, the branches are swaying, and the water is gurgling.

The Bodhisattva walks in the purple bamboo forest with the boy, with elegant steps, looking at his appearance, he looks like a beautiful girl, with a solemn and precious appearance, and is dressed in a white Taoist robe, elegant and handsome.He hurried to the depths of the bamboo grove. There was a stone table in the bamboo grove. Now the stone table was full of eight delicacies.

Hey!

Suddenly, he heard a monkey cry from the sky.

"How delicious? It smells so good!"

Bodhisattva: "..." The faint smile disappeared from his mouth.